Fairy’s Box

"It's not so much that Glamorgan is an ancient ruin, it's better to say that it is the wreckage of a different world. There is nothing else in it except some strange flowers and plants." Yale also regretted his territory, compared to the imaginary number buried treasure. Corridor, Glamorgan is really poor.

"It's normal, most of the ruins are no different from your territory."

The old man rubbed his hands lightly, then put his right hand on his forehead, and gently stroked his short white hair: "Charlene told me when she came back, it seems that after half a year, the Black Goat Goddess will be under your jurisdiction. District resurrection?"

"Yes, it is said to be the weakest clone, I am confident to deal with it."

The black-haired knight is confident that relying on three boxes of Dou Qi secrets, after half a year, he can advance by leaps and bounds to an astonishing level. Even if he cannot use natural disaster weapons, his combat power can reach the sixth rank.

"Since that's the case, I won't leave you any more, but at least stay here today and have dinner with me." The old duke looked at Yale with kind eyes, and his smooth and rosy face showed kindness and seriousness look:

"is it okay?"

"It's an honor," he replied respectfully.

...

Every day at 6.30pm, the Tudors start their dinner on time, and today was no exception. However, recently and unlike usual, there is a new couple on the table today.

There were only seven people eating at the huge table, namely - the old Duke of Cromwell, Mrs. Lewis, Charlene, Yale, Charlene's uncle Josta, Charlene's aunt Lady Dienty, Charlene's cousin Mary Anna.

The green-haired girl lowered her head and sat quietly on her seat, eating the food in front of her in small bites. The Tudor family has always advocated nutritional matching, and did not like extravagance, so the meals on the table were very delicate and simple.

Different from the silent atmosphere in the past, the dinner table was quite cheerful today. The old man, who usually kept a straight face and didn't speak, was unusually gentle and funny in front of his granddaughter and prospective grandson-in-law, and was even extremely bad at making jokes that deliberately aroused the atmosphere. talk.

So, this dinner was slowly sliding in the old duke's loud laughter, the atmosphere was lively and a little depressed, everyone knew the old duke's regret - Genevieve and his father did not come back.

"I want a sled dog that can read." Marianne took the opportunity to make a request that she had been pondering for a long time.

"..."

Charlene lowered her head silently, really worried about her cousin's IQ.

Josta, who was wearing a silk shirt and blue jacket, frowned, put down the spoon in his hand, and explained patiently:

"How can there be a dog in the world that can read, unless it is a phase demon or a shapeshifter, but these two belong to fairies and cannot be raised at will."

"No, the circus has a dog that can read, and it can wrestle and eat watermelon!" The girl seemed to trust her eyes more than her father's words.

With her hair in a high bun, the cool-looking Dayndi glared at her daughter dissatisfiedly: "Everything in the circus is fake, it's a performance, it's a stunt!"

"Oh..." Marianne was obviously afraid of her mother, she shrank her head, and then asked curiously, "Is the magic of using a big box to cut people into pieces and then put them back together a fake?"

"Of course it's fake, the circus doesn't have that kind of magic." The old man smiled and winked at his granddaughter.

"Oh..." She lowered her head sadly, stretched out her hand to grab her cousin's skirt, and cast an apologetic look, wanting to apologize for her wrong quarrel during the day.

"Aleigh, this is little Mariana, she is Charlene's cousin." Mrs. Lewis pointed to the girl opposite her, a teasing color flashed in her blue pupils.

Yale was chewing the meatballs carefully. After hearing the words of his mother-in-law, he subconsciously turned his head to Mariana and blurted out:

"Hello, Cousin Lewis!"

"It's said that I'm not a cousin!" The lady who grew up put down her tableware and pretended to be sullen.

"Sorry, Mrs. Lewis..."

The black-haired knight wanted to bury his face in the soup in embarrassment, and then Marianne, who was bulging, apologized: "I'm sorry... Cousin Marianne."

"Hmph, idiot." My cousin was very angry, so she deliberately turned her face away from him.

Although Charlene also felt embarrassed, she still bravely stepped forward and responded to Marianne: "People who say others are stupid are stupid!"

The old duke couldn't help but put down the soup bowl: "Hahaha, look at all of you, my little Charlene has already regarded herself as Mrs. Bernstein before she gets married."

"Grandpa, don't say that! It's embarrassing!" The green-haired girl with a blushing face quickly retorted: "It's all because Marianne is too careful."

"That's not it." The cousin raised her chin arrogantly, and then gave the black-haired knight a hostile look: "The careful Charlene and the idiot Earl are the best match."

The pompous words of the two women pushed the atmosphere of the dinner to a climax. With the laughter and laughter of the elders, the dinner ended harmoniously. After the meal, Mrs. Lewis would be restless, not knowing whether to say goodbye or leave, Yale stayed behind, and vaguely suggested that he could sleep in his daughter's room.

However, the black-haired knight naturally refused righteously - the portrait of the old Tudor in the courtyard was staring at him, how could he do it?

Charlene blinked a little coyly, but after a moment of hesitation, she still said: "You can live next to me, there is a single room there."

...

All the rooms in Greenwood Manor are similar. The "guest room" where Yale temporarily lives is about the size of the old Duke's bedroom, but he always feels a little too powdery-pink carpet, pink sheets, and a few dolls on it. .

Several vertical wardrobes, a glazed mirror hung on the gold-painted teak dresser, and a pile of expensive cosmetics that he could not name was placed on the mirror.

"..."

Yale walked to the dresser in a speechless manner, picked up a perfume bottle, and found that the bottle mouth was loose, and it was actually used.

Just as he was complaining that this room was like a boudoir, the compound door suddenly rang twice, the black-haired knight opened the door, and found the green-haired girl wearing silk pajamas, looking at him vigilantly.

"You didn't rummage around here, did you?" Charlene cat raised her waist and slammed into the room, then looked around nervously.

"No, I just touched the perfume bottle when I came in. By the way, this room is too strange, isn't it a maid who lives in it? Can you change it?" The black-haired knight was very worried about being taken as abnormal.

"Because this is my room, the next door is actually my brother's room." The green-haired girl winked at him slyly and made a victory gesture.

"How could you do that?" Yale glared at him seriously, then slowly took off his jacket.

"Don't think about it, you idiot!"

Charlene picked up a pillow in a panic, shook her head vigorously, and deliberately put on a cold expression: "I just want to chat with you."

"I haven't seen you for three days, what's there to talk about?" Although the black-haired knight said so, he stopped his movements.

"During the day, you and your mother are in the living room, right." The green-haired girl gradually covered half of her face with a pillow, and only looked at him with a pair of bright green pupils:

"What did you confess to her?"

"Confession? Uh, she asked about my fixed assets, where do I remember those things, so I vaguely reported it, it's that simple."

"That's all?" Charlene hugged the pillow even harder, her eyes almost dripping with water.

"that's it!"

"what!"

The green-haired girl screamed in shame and anger, and then hugged her head angrily: "Damn, I was deceived by her, she said everything!"

"what?"

This time, it was Yalei's turn to panic. He rushed to Charlene's side, shook her shoulders and asked, "Did you really say everything? Including our confused one... that what, did you say everything?"

"Well...it's all because she's too cunning."

Charlene twisted her fingers in a panic and looked at him pitifully:

"What should I do?"

"No wonder Mrs. Lewis behaved so strangely after dinner... It's not that she is too cunning, but that you are too gullible... But there's nothing you can do. Who would be suspicious of their mother."

The black-haired knight sighed and sighed for a while, then gradually calmed down: "Since things have reached this level, don't hide anything."

"Don't hide?" The green-haired girl nodded in understanding.

"Anyway, things have been exposed, let's sleep together tonight."

Yale suggested a broken jar, and Charlene's fist immediately hit his arm. The fierce movement pulled up the thin pajamas, revealing a large piece of white greasy chest.

"Don't think about it!"

The green-haired girl flashed to the door in a shy moment, and put on a cautious look: "It doesn't matter if mom knows, but you can't let the careful Mariana know, so you sleep here tonight, don't disturb ?"

"Wait a minute! I will be laughed at tomorrow if I live here!" The black-haired knight called her quickly: "Why don't you live here, I live in Genevieve's room."

Charlene told him seriously: "But my brother doesn't like people other than me to go to his room."

"Then just arrange a room for me, it doesn't matter where the servant lives or even the stable."

"No, so we can't chat across the wall at night." She showed a longing expression.

For such an extremely childish game of chatting over the wall, don't you even want the future husband's reputation! ?

Yale was so angry that he was furious. He glared at the green-haired girl for a while, and said coldly, "I think we are short of two paper cups. If there are no paper cups for chatting on the wall, the fun will be cut in half."

"It's still your thoughtful consideration!"

The green-haired girl suddenly realized that she put her palms together and ran out like a fly.