Fairy’s Box

"According to the time in this world, I have been guarding the mirror of the sky for more than seven hundred years, and I still remember every knight who weaves dreams. And you...you are the craziest of all, and the most like a sealer. One."

In front of the ruins of the altar, Parisi's huge figure slowly squeezed out of the spherical space, and his compound eyes stared at Yale, whose face was still full of interest, and the voice mixed with insects gradually lowered:

"Humans who are addicted to fighting can easily lose themselves. Young knight, please remember the fate of the sealer. This is a kind advice as a caretaker."

"I'm just keen to ask for strength, I have my own measure."

The black-haired knight waved his hand indifferently, then glanced at the shattered sky where the gray fog had dissipated and the sun had penetrated the clouds, and his body suddenly relaxed:

"I've been here long enough, please send me out."

...

Yongle Palace, reception hall.

The afternoon sunlight poured in from the arched French windows in the hall, brightening the classically furnished room. In front of a simple coffee table, His Majesty the Deputy Emperor and the black-haired knight sat opposite each other.

The green tea leaves were soaked in the glazed pot, and the soup was bright. Alex leaned closer to the steamy lid, took a sip of the tea fragrance, and nodded with satisfaction:

"This is what tea should taste like."

"Yeah, the thicker the better." Yale agreed with it.

"How does it feel to play against the sealer?" His Majesty the Deputy Emperor filled half a cup of tea for himself, and then motioned for the other party to pick it up.

"It was a really exciting fight, but I was beaten from start to finish."

The black-haired knight poured half a glass for himself, then held a large thick porcelain cup in both hands, took a sip, and continued: "Contacting the ability and title he used in battle, this sealer should have the ability to control time. Bar."

"It is true from the main body, but I didn't expect that just a wisp of consciousness has this kind of power... This seems to be a little different from what was recorded before..."

Alex narrowed his eyes solemnly, and his eyes were on the light green tea, as if he had fallen into deep thought.

"He can perform boxing at the speed of light. Although it is not a physical fist, it is still powerful. If it is someone else this time, the only person who will drink tea with you now is a ghost." Yale raised his neck and took a sip of tea. said.

"So I have carefully prepared consolation items for you."

His Majesty the Deputy Emperor clapped his hands lightly, and the gate of the palace was immediately pushed open by the Royal Guard. Along with the steaming summer wind, three tall eunuchs each carried a black wooden box into the room. Quickly back out.

Alex took a sip of his tea, and after the stone door was closed again, he pointed to the wooden box on the floor:

"Look, you'll love it."

"..."

The black-haired knight walked over in confusion, then opened one of the wooden boxes, and took out a thick hardcover book from it. After seeing the title of the book, his eyes suddenly widened:

"The general outline of the water-calling sword! Isn't this the water-calling fighting qi that claims to be able to completely differentiate anything, and has the miraculous effect of removing rotten muscles!?"

Yale put down the hardcover book in his hand, and couldn't wait to take out another one from the wooden box, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets: "The Crimson Dragon Slayer Dou Qi General Guide! Isn't that the secret of the Inbas family!?"

Soon, he noticed the markings below the hardcover book - an error-free reproduction of a classic collector's edition.

"Can this also be pirated?" The black-haired knight looked bewildered.

"Piracy is always a love-hate relationship, isn't it?"

His Majesty the Deputy Emperor put down the porcelain cup slowly, put his index finger on his lips, and made a gesture of silence:

"Any secret is always vulnerable in the face of time. These things are precious enough to make people crazy and desperate. Over a thousand years, there will naturally be manuscripts handed down."

"Are these all pirated copies?"

Yale hurriedly dug out all the hardcover books, and was fortunate to find that there were at least two copies that looked genuine, and he breathed a sigh of relief;

"It's better than I thought."

"Although it is an error-free version, these secret books are definitely different from the real ones. No kind of fighting spirit is a constant skill. Whether it is the Sword of Water Calling or the Crimson Dragon Slayer, it will always be modified by the inheritors a little bit. Perfect, but overall, the framework doesn't change."

The black-haired knight picked up the three wooden boxes by himself, and looked at the emperor hesitantly:

"Are these all for me?"

"There are ten different types of vindictive manuals here, all from the collection of the royal family's library. Overall, they are invaluable. Once the news is leaked, even me will be very embarrassed."

Alex turned his eyes to Yale, and said with a serious expression:

"You only have the right to read. After reading it, send it back to me intact. You must not leak anything, or you will be a book thief! And I don't know anything."

"I will never leak the news, and all the consequences will be borne by myself!" Yale immediately patted his chest and assured.

"Besides this gift, I have one more thing to give you."

His Majesty the Deputy Emperor snapped his fingers, and Silvi immediately handed over a thick pile of documents. After he counted the number of pages in the document, he pushed it to the opposite side of the coffee table:

"This is the contact information for all underground resistance organizations in the New World."

"Your Majesty wants me to help these resistance organizations secretly?" The black-haired knight sat back with the wooden box, took the document, and glanced at Alex.

"The Free Alliance brutally violates the local people. Everything these underground organizations do is the desperate cry of the oppressed indigenous people. How can we sit idly by!"

Alex stared into Yale's eyes, his blond hair moved without wind, and said righteously:

"In the most basic humanitarian situation, we must support their legitimate demands. Don't the Celts have a military factory? Isn't it because they have no market? I allow you to conduct private transactions with these underground organizations, and the government will facilitate it."

This is asking me to smuggle arms and support those underground organizations to rebel!

It is estimated that it is revenge for the infiltration of the Papal State into the province of Makmukkah... As expected of His Majesty the Emperor, he can say such shameless words so righteously, I really still need to learn a lot.

"Your Majesty is wise, I will do my best to complete these transactions." The black-haired knight accepted the document convincingly.

"Those were official speeches just now. In private, I would like to ask you a few words. These transactions cannot be seen in the light. You should try not to do things in an official capacity. All of them are personal behaviors out of selfishness. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, these are all my personal thoughts and have nothing to do with His Majesty the Emperor." Yale nodded heavily, with a dignified gesture of being brave to take the blame.

"In return, you can use what you earn, and I don't care about it."

"Your Majesty is far-sighted and far-sighted, and your subordinates admire it!" The black-haired knight's voice suddenly rose several times.

...

As the evening approached, the evening sun dimmed, but the temperature did not drop because of this. Instead, it became more humid and hot. The security inspector on the side of the avenue lowered his brim and was listlessly performing his final duties today.

Behind him, the Winter Grand Theater had already lit up with water-proof lamps, and the colorful halo reflected the ribbons flying in the air. Two columns of musicians stood on both sides of the entrance passage, playing horns and drums.

It was only half an hour before the circus performance, and there were constantly well-dressed gentlemen and ladies entering the theater door, and the conductors dressed as bunny girls collected money one by one, gave tickets, smiled, and watched them walk into the theater.

Spectators streamed through the foyer, filling about half of the auditorium, not too bad for a medium-sized circus that was purely recreational.

With the whizzing sound of fireworks, the emcee stepped onto the stage to give a welcome speech. Before the words were finished, the clown stumbled to the front desk and made a serious gag with the emcee. The audience's response gradually became enthusiastic.

"Hahaha! Look, Charlene, the emcee is going to be mad at that clown!" My cousin Marianne pushed the green-haired girl who was blinking and bewildered.

"Ha ha……"

Charlene opened her sullen eyes, she blinked lightly, allowing herself to slowly adjust to the sudden light, then turned her eyes to the stage in front of her, and laughed dryly in agreement.

After the clown and the emcee left the stage, there was a wrestling performance between a sled dog and a black cat. The audience gave the two animals a lot of applause, and the green-haired girl also raised a little interest.

After the performance of the animals, the master of flying knives gracefully stood on the stage and bowed, waved, blew kisses, took out the flying knives from his belt, and let them fly up and down between his fingers.

Amid the admiration of the audience, he raised his hand confidently. The flying knife seemed to be connected to his fingertips by an invisible thread. The swing of every joint was elegant and precise. Crash and vibrations are left in the center.

Looking at it, Charlene was sleepy again. She leaned on the armrest and squinted her eyes secretly, and was pushed back by her excited cousin...

"Hahaha, look, that stupid sled dog is on the scene again!" Marianne yelled excitedly.

"I know...but haven't you seen it yesterday?" The green-haired girl rolled her eyes and looked helplessly at the stage—a sled dog was performing eating watermelon.

"How fun is it for such a stupid dog to watch once!" The cousin replied plausibly.

Gosh, pay a hundred sol, come to the Winter Theater the next day, are you just to see that dog? You like that dog so much, why don't you just buy it back...

Charlene held her head in her hands, complaining weakly in her heart, and by the way, she angered someone again.

It's all to blame for that **** guy, his words don't count, he disappeared for three whole days after the debriefing, and now I don't know where he went to fool around... Maybe he hooked up with that elusive female fox again!

It must be so, **** it, **** it!

...

The residence of the Tudor family, a well-known attraction called Greenfield Manor, is located on the outskirts of Alonedan. This manor with beautiful mountains and rivers originally belonged to the royal family. In order to reward the contribution of Archduke Cromwell, it became the home of the Tudor family.

Yale has no interest in clear streams, verdant trees, and blooming flowers. There is only one thing in his mind-how to appease Miss Charlene, who is mobile vinegar altar after meeting.

"Your Excellency, please come with me."

The gentle butler led the black-haired knight around the lush woodlands, through the interlaced leaf shadows, and a picturesque scenery rolled in front of him - wooden railings, wooden columns, white paint shimmering, The beautiful girl leaned over and pressed her hand on the railing, her fingers were white and slender, and her round nails were pale pink.

"Are you Charlene's boyfriend?"

The speaker had long hair that was brighter than the sun, and under the breeze, golden strands of hair fluttered in the air. Those high-spirited eyes were bluer than sapphire, and the snow-white skin made the silk robes against the backdrop dull. The nose and rosy lips were seven or eight similar to Charlene.

"Yes, that's right, beautiful lady, who are you?" The black-haired knight glanced at the butler standing beside him, and suddenly became curious about the identity of the girl in front of him.

The girl who was somewhat similar to Charlene suddenly covered her red lips, and gave a flirtatious chuckle: "Hee hee, Luke, did you hear me, beautiful lady."

"Forehead……"

Yale turned his attention back to the giggling girl in front of him. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He suddenly thought that Charlene seemed to have a cousin, and he blurted out:

"You must be Charlene's cousin, Miss Marianne?"

"Unlike his appearance, he is really a talking child."

The blond girl looked at the black-haired knight with crescent-shaped eyes, smiling gracefully and coquettishly:

"I'm Charlene's mother, Louise. You can call me Mrs. Louise. I know everything about you and Charlene, as well as your bullying of my son!"

This... this is unscientific!

The black-haired knight was suddenly dizzy, then shook his head vigorously, and turned his inquiring eyes to the butler: "Mr. Lux, isn't it... Isn't this young lady really playing a prank?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, Mrs. Lewis did not play any prank with you. She is indeed Mrs. Jonathan's wife and the mistress of the Tudor family." The butler replied meticulously.

"My idiot daughter has been complaining to me these days that her boyfriend is boring and stupid. Besides work is training, he doesn't understand romance at all... But my first impression of you is very good." Looking at him is like looking at a valuable luxury, the more you look at it, the more satisfied you are.

"Sorry, Mrs. Lewis, Charlene rarely mentions family affairs to me, so I accidentally mistaken someone." He quickly apologized.

"That child has been withdrawn since he was a child, and is particularly prone to extremes..." A dim light flashed in Louise's eyes, the skirt slowly unfolded as she turned around, and she waved at the black-haired knight:

"Come in and talk."