Fairy’s Box

"Great……"

Bruno lay down on the dirt floor with strength, looking at his side with a weak profile, only to find that Yale was half-squatting on the ground with his eyes wide open, his hands deeply inserted into the soil, and blood-colored arcs were constantly splashing on the surface of his body.

"cough!"

The black-haired knight opened his mouth and coughed out a cloud of green mist, which condensed in mid-air and did not melt. The inside of his body clucked and vibrated continuously, and his skeletal muscles shrank rapidly in a terrifying way.

Click! Click! Click!

There were several sounds like the bowstring being pulled off, mixed with the sound of the glass being squeezed and shattered—it was the sound of the muscles of the extremely strong flesh being broken and the bones shattering!

"How is this going?"

"That guy chased out?"

Lolo and Goethe suddenly woke up from their ecstasy. Looking at Yale, who was almost torn apart, they were so frightened that they immediately turned over and assumed a defensive posture.

"If it had the guts, we wouldn't be able to escape the monastery at all."

The black-haired knight raised his head, gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence. The power of the body-devouring ring was instantly activated, and the almost torn body was instantly glued together, and it was restored to its original state as if it were going back in time, and no trace of injury could be seen.

The angry gaze of the King of Hell has unimaginable destructive power, and has the power to directly shatter the soul. In addition, he forcibly extracted the power stored in the Spear of Destruction to cast Void Waves, and suffered the backlash of Dou Qi, causing the bones to shatter and the muscles to break.

Fortunately, Yale Bai's steel body was strong enough, and the power of his soul was extremely powerful, so he was not wiped out at once, but he still paid the price of his life.

"You recovered in an instant from such an injury... You guy... If you are not a deified knight, you are not far behind." Goethe looked at him numbly, and let out a sigh of exhaustion after being devastated.

"Of course, this lord, but the rumored undead warrior." Lolo shook off the mud on his body, walked to his companion with a calm expression, and said softly:

"I really didn't expect that an ordinary adventure would end in this way."

"Looks like I'm a little more famous than I think."

The black-haired knight flicked the dirt off his hands, stood up and looked at the other party's eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Are you sure you really recognize me?"

"I'm not the same as this stupid crab. I'm better at observing."

Luo Luo's eyes flickered, her cold and coquettish eyes looked at him up and down, and said with a serious expression:

"The holy sword with the luster of a lake under the moon, and the golden spear like a scepter... These two extraordinary and beautiful weapons are the Count of the Blue Knight who is rumored to have conquered the Highland Kingdom recently. weapons."

"Slow down!"

Goethe rubbed his temples, took a few deep breaths, opened his eyes abruptly, and stared directly at each other with bloodshot eyes:

"You are the youngest governor of the empire in Rosevia, the conqueror of the highlands who ruined the two-hundred-year rule of the Fannon family alone!?"

"Yeah, why don't you do it with me." Yale looked at them with a smile.

"Let me think about what happened recently? Hmm... I was looking for the treasure of the ancestor of the vampire, but I happened to encounter the insane Joker, and finally killed the clown, and actually fell into the illusion with the devil of hell. In the devil of hell. The man who was going to share the treasure with us at the beginning became the Earl of the Blue Knight! Goddess of fate, if you really exist, I must find someone to **** you hard!"

Goethe scratched his hair desperately, while nervously talking to himself, he gradually stomped his feet and roared. Suddenly, as if he realized something, he turned his head sharply as if he had been electrocuted, and his eyes stared straight at each other:

"Wait a minute, what did you just say?"

"Come with me." The black-haired knight closed his eyes for a moment, and then showed his most sincere eyes.

"..."

Goethe took a few steps back while holding his forehead, his chest heaved a few times, and showed a very wonderful expression: "If I heard correctly... Are you recruiting us?"

"That's right, I'm just publicly soliciting you." Yale nodded.

"This is really..."

Goethe forcibly closed his almost grinning mouth, frowned, quickly stepped forward and grabbed his companion's arm, pulling Lolo with a tangled face back to the place.

"What should I do, that is the youngest governor of the empire, and if you mess with him, you will have a bright future."

"But the two of us are adventurers. If we promise him, we may never have the chance to take risks again."

"Do you mean to refuse? I think it's better to think about it... First ask how the treatment is?"

"Goethe, where is your position as an adventurer! Remember, as an adventurer, you must not be fooled by power and wealth! Come on, reject him, I'm optimistic about you!"

With their backs to Arley and Bruno, the two talked in low voices, and as the discussion intensified, their voices became louder and louder.

Is it really good to just whisper in front of us... I heard all of them!

The silver-haired boy squinted his eyes slightly, his delicate eyebrows kept shaking, and stared blankly at the two people who were whispering more than ten feet away, feeling embarrassed for them from the bottom of his heart.

A minute later, Goethe solemnly turned around and said with a hint of apology:

"I'm so sorry……"

"Five million sol annuity, ten thousand acres of food, no hereditary, and more benefits in the future." The black-haired knight directly threw out his own recruitment conditions without waiting for him to politely decline.

"..."

Goethe blinked, and for a while, let his companions push and shove, and resolutely kept his mouth shut.

Seeing that his companions had died down, Luoluo could only bite the bullet and stand up by himself. He lowered his head in a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, we still prefer a free and free life now than the generous conditions you offered."

Eavesdropping... No, Yale, who listened half-heartedly, certainly wouldn't give him a chance, and then promised benefits:

"I will not force you to hold public positions. If you want, you can still be your adventurers. After all, adventure is a semi-gray business, and it is often difficult for a private identity to enter some sensitive places, but if you have me behind you , everything is different.”

"..."

Lolo blinked his eyes and his expression became serious.

Although on the surface he is still trying his best to find an excuse to refuse, but deep down, he actually has no idea of ​​refusal at all.

"If you're not going to refuse, just come with me, by the way..."

The black-haired knight observed their expressions, knowing that his recruiting plan was in a certain state, he turned his attention to the suture monster who was holding his daughter and wiping his tears:

"Hey! Big man, your home is gone. It's fate to meet you, why don't you just come with me. My territory is in Celtic, where there are many monsters, and you can get along well with them. ."

"Uh... Celtic, I've heard of that place."

Hearing this, Stitching Strange immediately put down the doll, tilted his head to think for a while, and grinned:

"Thank you, you are such a nice person."

Yeah, what a nice guy.

Bruno rubbed his face that was about to cramp, and looked at the doll whose head was shot by someone in the arms of the Stitch Monster. He felt guilty and couldn't help but murmured for a while.

"Well, we should inform the Empire of the news inside the monastery now." The silver-haired boy reminded weakly.

"It's too late, the moment we left the enclosed space, that guy has already escaped."

Yale glanced at the monastery that was fading away in the distance, and said coldly:

"In addition to deceiving the Demon God, it is also the evil seed of Mistertin. It seems that most of them have inherited the ability to traverse the void."

After he finished speaking, he gathered his shoulders again:

"But routine is also necessary. As long as the empire lists it as a designated seal target and dispatches crusade teams to encircle it day and night, we will also have a lot easier."

"You mean... it will retaliate against us in the future?" Goethe suddenly asked with a surprised expression and trembling.

"No way!" Lolo almost petrified on the spot.

The black-haired knight gave them a meaningful look, and said word by word:

"Probably."

...

A palace somewhere far away.

In the huge palace that is pitch-black, the ground is as smooth as a mirror, and there are hollow relief patterns everywhere on both sides. Ripples of blood-like light were projected from the hollow, illuminating the entire hall in an unusually eerie light.

Dark, icy cold, the cold air as sharp as a blade continued to rotate slowly and deeply in the dome of the palace, like a huge tornado vortex.

On the left and right sides of the palace, there is a row of people, standing on the left is a tall knight's armor kneeling on one knee, and on the right is a black-robed mage with a blood-colored skeleton.

The flames on the lamppost reflected on the robes and armor of these monsters, creating a dim light and shadow.

"I feel it now……"

From the highest position of the hall, a gloomy voice came out, it sounded like a corpse buried in the depths of the earth, whispering, with a smell of exhaustion and decay.

After a while of silence, the voice sounded again.

"Beryl...my brother...you are finally born..." There was ecstasy and longing in the voice.

call--!

Accompanied by a strange cold wind, the gate of the palace suddenly separated to both sides, and a cloud of yellow-black mist whistled into the hall. In the dense mist, the sharp jagged jaws flashed past, and the long and narrow black body and Countless sharp arthropods.

"Did you feel it too?"

call--!

A pair of compound eyes in the black and yellow mist ignited a faint green flame, and the huge and narrow body extended inward along the palace walls, accompanied by the creepy and fine climbing sound, and the limbs left countless spider webs inside the palace. crack.

"Go, find Beryl and tell her that I have what she wants here."

The voice sounded again.

Suddenly, a black thread shot out from the highest position of the palace. The black silk thread was quickly woven into a ring in the air, and then the center of the ring was slowly separated, and a mirror was actually formed inside.

The mirror surface is covered with dust and cracks, slowly giving up a spherical enclosed space sliding in the void, with green mist and blood-colored lightning surging inside.

"Hahahahaha!"

A sharp, hoarse, terrifying, weird laughter rippled inside the palace, and with the dull sound of arthropods hitting the wall, the huge and narrow body retreated in circles like a tide, spinning and shrinking and flying out of the courtyard.

...

Sea surface of the Mediterranean Sea.

A huge sailboat sailed on the blue sea, and the golden sunlight slanted in through the window of the VIP cabin on the second floor. Yale stood by the window, pulling the white curtains, and squinting at the undulating sea outside the window, the sunlight left a golden spot on the side of his face.

"What are you thinking about without speaking for so long?" On the reclining chair next to Bruno alone, the sun was shining on him, and it was slightly coated with a layer of free fragmented light.

"A lot... I got a lot of information from my first meeting with Beryl." The black-haired knight lowered the curtains, and the light in the room dimmed.

He walked to the opposite side of the silver-haired boy, poured himself a cup of strong tea, took a sip and said softly, "You know, that guy told me there are seven kings of hell, and all of them have woken up."

"The King of Hell..."

Bruno closed his eyes and muttered, then opened his eyes blankly:

"Why have I never heard of such a title... Moreover, Antrasu seems to have only the Styx and the Netherworld, and there is no hell... Is it a demon from another world?"

"Who knows, I'm still at a loss."

Yalei looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, and said intently:

"But... you have already seen Beryl's power. I think her power during the period of total victory may also belong to the top ranks among the knights of the end."

"Are you worried that she will seek revenge on you?" The silver-haired boy showed a heartfelt expression.

"There is one thing, but, being listed as a designated seal target by the empire, this guy is probably dealing with waves of well-trained crusade teams."

Yale took a sip of tea, leaned his body on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and said:

"What I'm really worried about is another thing. When she was in the palace of lies, she once had the opportunity to put me to death, but she claimed that something was not in her hands and temporarily let me go."

He raised his head and stared at the slightly swaying chandelier on the ceiling with a needle-like cold glow in his eyes:

"I can vaguely perceive that that thing is also a very important thing to me... I have to get it no matter what."

"Sixth sense, or the memory of the head of the devil?" Bruno looked at him in surprise.

"God."

The black-haired knight sighed deeply and said helplessly:

"I have only initially entered the state of deification. How can I have the memory of the head of the devil... If I have to say it, it should be instinct or sixth sense."

"Then remember this feeling, maybe one day you can really meet." The silver-haired boy held the armrest of the reclining chair with both hands, stood up lightly, and stomped his feet:

"I go out to get some air. I'm bored in an airship, and even more boring in a boat."

"No way, after all, the Stitcher can only swim, not fly." Yale spread his hands, showing a helpless expression.