Fairy’s Box

Along the road paved with the brocade carpet of Polis, Yale followed Mrs. Lewis into the living room. In the passage of the corridor, dozens of old Tudor portraits looked at him sternly, causing the sleeping daughter to fight again. The "criminals" who are male descendants of others are under enormous pressure.

The living room is beautifully furnished but not luxurious. In addition to the leather sofa in the middle, there are wine cabinets, fireplaces, bookshelves, cabinets and other facilities on both sides. Like most penetrating knights, several vertical weapon racks were neatly leaning against the corner of the wall, while a bust of the old Duke of Cromwell was placed in the direction facing the door.

Mrs. Lewis, who grew up against her, walked to the sofa and sat down, folded her legs subtly and gracefully, and then hooked her hand gracefully, motioning him to sit opposite.

The black-haired knight was at her command like a puppet, simulating various dialogues in his mind, but every time he brought the woman in front of him into the role of his mother-in-law, there would be a strong sense of abruptness.

Mrs. Lewis raised her head and looked, her blue eyes overflowed with playful brilliance:

"Listen to Charlene, you started dating when you were at the Obelisk, and the progress is hot now. You plan to plan a wedding, is that so?"

"I plan to officially get engaged when Charlene is an adult. Of course, everything will be discussed with you." Yale sat up straight and answered meticulously.

Mrs. Willus leaned against the armrest of the sofa, resting her cheek with one hand, her eyes twinkling:

"From a mother's point of view, I don't agree with my daughter marrying a knight. Although you have status, honor and power that ordinary people can't expect, but as a woman's husband, you are often The most incompetent ones."

The black-haired knight froze for a while, and then showed the most sincere expression, defending:

"I will become a competent husband. In fact, the current relationship between Charlene and I is no different from that of an ordinary couple. We get along very well."

"Me and Jonathan got along very well back then and now, but that doesn't mean I'm happy."

Lewis narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked very much like Charlene when he was suffering from lazy cancer, playing with the blond hair on his cheeks:

"Status is linked to responsibility, honor means shackles, and power...is a double-edged sword that kills enemies today and devours yourself tomorrow. The only luck is that Jonathan and I both got through, I don't want Charlene, like herself back then, worries about her lover's life and death all the time."

Faced with his mother-in-law's suspected disgusting remarks, Yale thought for a while and felt that in order to avoid future troubles, this must be explained clearly.

"Mrs. Lewis, your concerns do exist, because nothing can be perfect." He pressed his fingers on his abdomen, took a deep breath, and looked at each other with burning eyes:

"But this world is not as beautiful as we imagined. It is full of risks and disasters. Even if it happens once, there is only one way to die without strength. Weakness is actually a kind of unavoidable sadness. We need strength to support a safe environment and status guarantee. Abundant material life requires honor to affirm oneself."

"Males are inherently aggressive."

Mrs. Lewis smiled gracefully and commented undeniably.

Yale shook his head and said seriously: "This has nothing to do with men and women, there are gains and losses, and the knight has gained a lot, so he also lost a lot. I may not be able to give Charlene a comfortable family, but I can give her a rich life, A platform for talent, and a single-minded love."

"Make no mistake, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you."

Mrs. Lewis smiled sweetly, and her expression changed from the tranquility just now to playful:

"In terms of identity, status or bloodline, you are indeed the best marriage partner of the Tudor family, and even someone as picky as your father-in-law is full of praise for you."

"you flatter me……"

"I never dreamed that Charlene would find her other half before her brother. This child has hated men since she was a child, and is very withdrawn. I even thought she would fall in love with women when she was an adult... Fortunately, nothing happened, and now it's a headache. Instead, the boy Genevieve."

The lady who had grown against the growth frowned and sighed, straightened her waist, and looked at the black-haired knight with a smile: "You said that you can give Charlene a rich material life, right? Can you tell me your specific assets? Don't worry, It's not about asking for a dowry."

...

The white carriage drove along the grass-surrounded path to the vestibule planted with aspen and big maple trees. Charlene and Mariana jumped out of the carriage one after another and walked into the shade-covered mansion.

After the two young ladies had left, the servants stepped forward and led the carriage to the stable to be taken care of.

"Hahaha, that sled dog is so cute, I really want to have one." My cousin carried a large bag of snacks, her eyes were shining, and she reached out to grab the air, as if she was imagining that she was ravaging that fluffy stupid dog. .

"Then you can go buy it." Charlene agreed weakly.

"No, other sled dogs are too stupid, what I want is a sled dog that can write!" Marianna took out a jelly bean from the paper bag and said happily.

"How many times have I said it, it's not really literacy, it's just a conditioned reflex after training! The tricks in the circus can't be taken seriously, they're all tricks, they're fake, they're stunts!" The green-haired girl followed behind her cousin , reminded helplessly.

"Are you saying that the kind of magic that cuts people into pieces and sticks them together is fake?" The girl covered her mouth in surprise.

"Trust me, a circus can't afford to hire someone who can stick together after being cut down!"

"It just exists!"

"That's not the same thing at all, you idiot!"

"Those who say others are stupid are stupid! Idiot!"

When the two women were arguing over the circus tricks, the manor's housekeeper Lux walked towards him from the corridor. Seeing Charlene, who was being refuted by her cousin to the point of being speechless, she immediately walked over and said kindly:

"Miss Charlene, Your Excellency the Earl of the Blue Knight is meeting his wife in the living room."

"what?"

Charlene covered her face, and her pretty face suddenly turned red into a tomato, her eyes flashed through her fingers, and she looked at the housekeeper nervously:

"What did they say? Did they mention me?"

"Miss Charlene... I can't eavesdrop on the conversation between Madam and the guests." Mr. Butler looked helpless.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't need you, I'll listen to it myself."

The green-haired girl shoved the snacks into her cousin's hand, then lifted the skirt and went straight to the living room anxiously.

"Wait for me, I'm going too!"

Marianne, holding the paper bag higher than her head, followed without bothering,

...

When the two women sneaked around to the back of the living room and were about to carry out the eavesdropping plan, they found that only the mother was left in the living room. Charlene was about to leave quietly in disappointment, but Lewis suddenly called out to them:

"I heard the voice of Marianne eating jelly beans. Don't hide it. Come out."

"It's all your fault!"

The green-haired girl gave her cousin a fierce look, and the latter pouted and swallowed two more jelly beans.

"Mother."

Charlene obediently walked to Lu Weisi, her eyes were cast on the sofa opposite her, and she asked expectantly:

"What about him?"

"Humph! You don't need honorifics when you meet, and you treat me like that little idiot Marianna, such an ignorant child. Of course, I have already driven me away!" Lewis said angrily.

"How could you do that!"

The green-haired girl looked at her mother angrily, her emerald eyes shone with worry and anxiety.

"So anxious?"

The lady who grew up against her smiled and stretched out her hand and touched her daughter's head: "I lost my temper with me yesterday, and who will be the one who will pay the bills when he comes?"

"Mother!"

Charlene seemed to wake up, blushing and dodging her feet, a gesture of embarrassment.

"You, don't think about it all day long, even if you are lovers, you need each other's private space and understanding."

Mrs. Lewis nodded her daughter's forehead and said with a smile:

"In fact, he was assigned a mission by His Majesty the Emperor. He came to you in a hurry when he came back. What would he think if he was reprimanded by you as soon as they met?"

"I see……"

The green-haired girl bowed her head knowingly, and then blinked: "Then where is he hiding now?"

"Father-in-law heard that he was here and wants to see him."

Lu Weisi grabbed her daughter's wrist, smiled and asked her to sit beside her: "You seem... There are a lot of things you are hiding from your mother, please explain honestly."

...

Arley knocked on the door of Duke Cromwell's bedroom with the spirit and spirit of meeting his elders and superiors face to face. After getting the permission of the old duke, he opened the bedroom door and walked in.

The furnishings in the bedroom were surprisingly simple, nothing special except for a few faded oil paintings along the walls, a bed with white sheets, and bright sunlight shone through the cracks of the blinds on the opposite side.

When the old man who was half lying on the back of the bed for the transfusion saw him come in, he immediately raised his hand and pointed to the side of the bed, "Grandson of Maximilian, sit there and have a good chat with me."

This old man is much older than when he was in the Obelisk. Although he is in good spirits, his body has been exhausted to the point where he needs daily infusions to maintain his function.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency."

The black-haired knight politely stroked his chest, then walked over and reached his bedside.

"Sit down, seeing you is like seeing that guy." Cromwell looked at him kindly, suddenly grabbed Yale's arm, squeezed twice, and then smiled:

"Hey hey... It really is Galaxy Stamping... Has Charlene sent out the family's secret?"

Seeing that he was not angry, Yale immediately sneered and assured: "Don't worry, I will never spread it out. At the same time, if I can really get the skills of a perfect body, I am willing to share it with the people of the Tudor family."

"You have the best heart. In the future, I hope you and Genevieve can go hand in hand and support each other."

The old duke asked him, and then frowned suspiciously: "Strange, how can I feel the fluctuation of the sealer on you, where did you go to the seal?"

Can you feel this too?

The black-haired knight immediately realized that although the old man in front of him was weak, he was likely to be the strongest knight in the world during the victory period. The knowledge in his mouth was bound to be precious to him.

Yale immediately explained the experience of the past few days and the ability of the time giant to the duke in detail, including the speed of light fist.

The old man listened to his story without interrupting, but frowned slightly to show that he had been thinking.

"It was him..."

Mr. Cromwell showed an expression of sudden realization, and then tightened his brows: "No, I have read the information on that sealer, it should be a complete seal of power, and it is impossible to perform a light-speed punch."

"That is definitely the power of time acceleration, I have seen it with my own eyes!" The black-haired knight said solemnly.

"Son, of course I believe you."

The old duke patted his arm and narrowed his eyes cautiously: "Since this is the case, then there is only one possibility - the power of Emperor Agarik's real body is beginning to weaken."

"The power of the real body will also weaken?"

"This is where I'm confused... Calamity, Sealer, and the Free Alliance... Boy, you and Genevieve are living in an eventful time."

Mr. Cromwell pulled out the needle on his arm, sat up straight from the couch, and cast his eyes sharply at Yalei: "Huh? Your state is not right, what's going on, how did the power of flame change to the power of wind? ?"

"Everything is for the perfect body." The black-haired knight replied calmly.

"It's ruthless and decisive, exactly like the old man... Genevieve is not as good as you in this respect." The old duke said, showing an expression of reminiscence:

"It seems that in the blink of an eye, I'm getting old."

Then, he regained his senses and said with a smile:

"I always complain that I'm getting old, and I almost forgot there were people around me. It seems that I'm really confused. Speaking of which, you seem to be obsessed with Lightspeed Fist?"

"Yes, I think, if you can really swing your fists at the speed of light, it should be an invincible power in this world." The black-haired knight showed his yearning.

"It is impossible to obtain such power by normal means, unless you, like the time giant, also have the power to accelerate time."

"My origin is fear. No matter how deified, it is impossible to grasp the mystery of time." Yale said unwillingly.

"Not necessarily."

The old duke stroked his long snow-white beard and said seriously:

"I remember that in the imaginary number corridor of the ancient ruins in the extreme north, there is a mysterious treasure called the sand of time. Its power can reverse the time and space. The empire has tried to excavate this ruin several times, but all because of the interference of time and space. Failure, if one day you can enter the imaginary number corridor, you may get what you want."

"There are still ancient ruins in the world that can't be dug up?" The black-haired knight's curiosity suddenly shifted to the ruins.

"Forcibly cracking is not impossible, but it is easy to let the ruins self-destruct. Speaking of which, your territory, Glamorgan, is also an ancient ruin!"