Fairy’s Box

Due to the frequent rainfall, Edinburgh is very humid in summer, and even the well-ventilated Royal Palace is currently shrouded in a thin layer of water vapor. It was built in the high-altitude mountains of the Highland Kingdom. It was originally designed to monitor the Rosevians in the south. However, after the Imperial Legion withdrew from the Anthony Wall, it became the capital of the Highland Kingdom.

Before the ancestors of the Fannon family took the throne, they fought hard against the king's personal soldiers in the square at the northwest corner of the palace.

After the new king was crowned, the square in the northwest corner was preserved and built as a training ground to warn the descendants and let them know that the family's rule was not easy to come by.

At this time, a solemn atmosphere was spreading in the training ground.

A gust of breeze blew, bringing the sound of the leaves rushing, and the light spots and shadows on the ground swayed, like waves on the water.

The silver sword in Charlene's hand also reflected a faint silver halo. She pursed her lips, her eyes moved slightly, and she stared at Lydia, who was holding her breath and waiting for an opportunity.

A leaf rose with the breeze and fluttered past her eyes.

Lydia's blue eyes shrank, her body taut like a spring suddenly jumped forward, her whole body swooped forward, and the stabbing sword in her hand swung a silver light in the sunlight.

Charlene seemed to have anticipated that the opponent would suddenly attack, the high steel sword lowered to her back, her right foot stepped out, and then she turned to the left with the right foot in front of her as the axis. As a result, the long sword he was holding drew a beautiful circle, and the blade that Lydia had stabbed away from it.

With a bang, a cloud of sparks burst out of the air.

"..."

The green-haired girl looked at the opponent's gap and slashed with a sword.

The sword edge shuttled like electricity, elongated in the air to form a white line, and a rippling fan surface followed.

This sword is very fast, and it is close to the point of thunder.

But it didn't work. The "Lydia" hit by the long sword was in a trance for a while, and it was broken and disappeared. This was an afterimage caused by rapid movement.

clang--!

Charlene raised her head slightly, and withdrew her sword to block the rapier that was stabbing from the right. Lydia took a peculiar step, like a poisonous scorpion walking beside her, stabbing at her gaps and blind spots from time to time.

"call……"

The green-haired girl sighed slightly, slid abruptly and slammed closer, and relied on a sideways spin to slash from bottom to top.

Whoosh-!

The blade of the sword reflected the bright sunlight, and slid in front of Lydia in a dangerous and dangerous way. The afterimage of the blond girl was obviously delayed by a beat.

"..."

The few golden strands of hair floating in the air made Lydia pursed her lips. Her figure suddenly accelerated, her wrists vibrated suddenly, the speed of the stabs doubled, and the rapier stabbed like a storm. out.

Charlene's eyes reflected the blond girl's figure, stepping on a straight line, her body undulating lightly with the cold light of the sword's edge.

The clashing sound of two different long swords suddenly became dense and wild, like a passionate piano song, testing the nerves of the ears.

...

after an hour.

The girl approached the dressing room and asked the two maids to take off her heavy protective clothing. Her beautiful green hair was steamed with steam and sweat. She asked without looking back:

"When will the Governor-General come back?"

"The Haiyan will arrive in port tonight."

"He also came back with two legendary adventurers, and a suture monster... It is said that the size is super large." Another maid replied with her head lowered.

The girl glanced at herself in the mirror, used an eyelash brush to gently straighten her eyelashes, took the skin cream from the maid, and carefully smeared it on her skin:

"The two legendary mercenaries...are they men or women?"

"Both are men."

"Go and inform Sebastian."

She put on a dress, inserted her hand back into her shoulder-length smooth hair, and threw it away. She raised her head and pursed her pink lips: "Tonight's banquet needs to be a little more grand."

"Okay, Miss Charlene."

...

Amid the splendid colorful fireworks and the sound of the salute, Queen Lilith stepped down from the golden carriage carrying the skirt corners, pushed her fiance's wheelchair, and walked towards the banquet hall full of guests with a smile on her face.

The golden light slanted down, as if a golden halo had been plated on the beautiful queen. The fair and delicate skin and the almost perfect etiquette are even more dazzling and dazzling under the reflection of the light.

Looking at the radiant Lilith, the gentlemen expressed their sincere admiration, while the self-conscious ladies gathered in twos and threes, looking at the puppet king with jealous and mocking eyes.

In the splendid lights, the senior officers of the officers' office were surrounded by stars and moons. In order to reduce the fear and vigilance of the local nobles, they had to deal with the flattery of this group of people.

In front of the Highland nobles, Beverly raised his head and drank a full glass of Highland whisky. With the help of the messenger, he returned to the corner of the hall with his legs trembling.

After taking a few mouthfuls of orange juice, he managed to squeeze the wine down.

Just as the red-haired boy wiped the water stains off the corners of his lips with a napkin and was about to get up and go back to the banquet, Arcia stumbled over to him with a glass of sherry.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, the blond boy raised his head, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes: "Our people have searched Lilith's bedroom just now, and we haven't found any significant evidence for the time being."

"Continue the search! Any powder, liquid, or near-drug properties, collect a copy for me." Beverley waved his hand and rejected a messenger who was about to serve the juice again, pretending to be drunk and turning his head away, and whispered:

"With the little power under her hands, if she wants to murder the Origin Knight, poisoning is the only possible way."

"I know your plan, I just asked them to do it."

Arcia coughed and said hesitantly, "Should we readjust the direction of the investigation? How could there be a poison that can kill the Origin Knight in this world?"

"Not necessarily."

Beverly wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled the blond boy's ear to his lips:

"Although the resistance of the Origin Knight is strong, it is not invincible, and... this woman is a super rich man who runs several large pharmaceutical factories, which is the best cover for drug makers."

"I understand."

Arcia nodded, drank the Sydney wine in one breath, opened her mouth and was about to speak, and there was another warm gun salute outside the courtyard.

"The boss must be back." Beverly stood up, patted his shoulder, and said loudly:

"Let's go, let's meet our new partner together!"

...

"This is really..."

"It's so lively..."

Goethe and Luoluo stepped out of the carriage like petrified, and looked at the gang of ladies and gentlemen beside them to welcome them.

"I'll introduce it to you."

In response to the highland nobles' deliberate ingratiating, Yale led the two to the high-level concentrated position of the officer's office, and introduced them one by one:

"A brief introduction, the square-faced one is Clark, the bearded one is Carla, the blond one is Arcia, the red-haired Beverly, the one with the biggest breast is Nicole, the one who doesn't like to talk is Lydia, middle-aged The uncle is Plitt, and the one with Scarface is Sitz."

With that said, he took the "red wine" handed over by the messenger and touched the glass with Pompey:

"And this one is my most respected military advisor. You can just call him a military advisor."

"Hello Sergeant!"

Goethe and Lolo hurriedly took a glass of fruit wine each and raised their glasses to Pompey.

"Cancer and Rose, I know you, the golden partners of adventurers." The old man took a sip of his drink with a smile, observed the restrained and excited expressions of the two, and said meaningfully:

"I promise, you'll love it here."

"Hahaha, I think they've fallen in love with it."

Yale laughed and hugged Charlene, the wolf kissed the girl's fragrant face, and continued to introduce: "This is my favorite, Charlene, you can call Miss Charlene or Mrs. Bernstein, it's a matter of time."

"Meeting for the first time, beautiful lady." The two sincerely flattered.

"welcome."

The green-haired girl maintained the image of a sweet lady, and quietly handed her right arm to her lover's waist, launching a ruthless kidney attack.

Someone known for their thick skin and thick flesh naturally ignored the kidney attack, put down the juice in his hand, then put his arms around Goethe and Lolo's shoulders, and announced loudly:

"The protagonists of tonight's banquet are Goethe and Lolo, whoever can get them drunk, I'll give him the equivalent of gold!"

"Hurrah!"

Cara was the first to yell and jump up, grabbing a bottle of whisky, biting off the bottle cap and rushing over:

"Don't talk, drink!"

That night, under the power of the people, Goethe and Lolo were naturally overthrown. And the person who won the prize was not Carla, but Lydia, who was drinking silently cup by cup. No one knew that this female knight, who usually does not drink alcohol, could drink so much, until she looked around and had no opponents. He fell straight into the pile of drunks.

After the dinner, Goethe and Lolo were arranged to rest in the VIP room, and all the drunks left the palace with the help of their families.

...

Outside the bedroom.

Charlene sat on a high-back chair with smooth lines, drinking milky white lotion in small sips, and glanced at Yale from time to time.

"What are you drinking?"

The black-haired knight walked to her side, glanced at the metal bottle next to her, and read to the characters: "Anti-aging beauty essence condensed milk... You are only seventeen years old, do you need this?"

"The sooner you drink this stuff, the better."

The green-haired girl stood up, snatched the metal bottle, and glared at him: "If I can't maintain my beauty, some energetic pervert will go to hook up with others."

Yale was furious when he heard it, and glared back at her:

"Don't think about it all day."

"I just like to think wildly if I'm careful. It's better to prepare now than to cry when the nightmare comes true one day." Charlene snorted, stood up, and walked towards the inner hall:

"I went to take a shower."

He glanced up and down at the green-haired girl from behind.

Bright green shoulder-length hair and a black tight dress highlighted the curves that were not fully grown, and looked both tall and slender. Snow-white skin was revealed from her bare arms, and as she walked, a faint girly fragrance penetrated into the black-haired knight's nose.

Yale's heart skipped a beat.

"Ahem, I'm a little tired from the boat ride... um... I suddenly want to soak in hot water at this moment." He followed as if to himself.

"..."

Charlene turned half of her pretty face to the side, glanced at him with her aqua green eyes, her eyes were rippling, and then she flung her short hair arrogantly and stepped into the inner hall at a faster pace.

The black-haired knight followed behind her, pushed aside the colored glass and walked into the bathroom. As soon as he took a half-step, a fiery body mixed with fragrance rushed into his arms.

"What do you want to do?"

Charlene raised her flushed cheeks, grabbed the front of his shirt, and roughly pulled off the buttons one by one, provocatively said with a breath of air:

"Mr. Satyr who stalks the lady..."

"Since you are Mr. Satyr, of course you have to do bad things."

Yale sniffed the fragrance of her hair, reached out and gently stroked the girl's upturned buttocks.

"Take it easy, idiot."

The green-haired girl's face suddenly turned crimson, and her body couldn't help but fall backwards, revealing the clear bones under the snow-white skin of her shoulders, with faint blood vessels flowing in them, and you can also see the traces slightly. .

"I'll give you a good wash..." He whispered softly.

two hours later.

The black-haired knight soaked in the warm pool with a refreshing look. Charlene was lying in his arms, her body was crimson, her star eyes were half-closed, and she unconsciously rubbed her pretty face.

"I haven't found the complete body of the vampire ancestor, but I picked up a finger in Beryl's dream. According to her words, it is probably the only remains." Yale said softly.

"Beryl...the king of lies..."

The green-haired girl opened her eyes, her body slightly floating up and down:

"A small monastery actually hides such a big secret. If you say that, the organization of the excavation team and the matter of zero is completely a bureau set up by her."

"Probably."

The black-haired knight glanced at the girl who looked like a hibiscus out of water, and said with a smile: "Mostly, she didn't expect that I would take the initiative to deliver it so quickly."

"At the time, so many of us were besieging Mistertin together... It is very likely that everyone present at the time was on her revenge list."

Charlene suddenly widened her almond eyes, straightened her waist all of a sudden, and exclaimed nervously:

"Oops, my brother and Luya were there at the time!"

"Don't worry, I already informed them."

Yale sat in the water, flushed his face with a handful of hot water, and said in a deep voice, "Furthermore, the empire has already listed Beryl as the designated seal target, she wants to touch us now, so she doesn't. So easy."

"That's fine."

The green-haired girl gradually relaxed, leaned on his shoulder again, and narrowed her eyes happily: "You always think so thoroughly."