Fairy’s Box

Beverley only thought for a second, then answered seriously:

"I think it's just too much planning for a week to deal with a dim-witted gravekeeper."

"That's weird... There is no sign of the cemetery being stolen. Did they change their minds temporarily, or something happened?"

Yale picked up the file in his hand and cast his eyes on Old Hank's realistic painting, his pupils flickering slightly:

"Find a way to find these two people, find out what they have done recently, and disappear in this sensitive period. Maybe there is something to do with that skinned murderer."

"I understand."

The red-haired boy put down the documents in his hand and walked out of the tent quickly.

Looking at the large pile of information left by Beverley, the black-haired knight beat his head with some headache:

"The skinned criminal... the monster that raided... and the assassin who killed Lydia, how come the more critical the time, the more inexplicable things happen."

Thinking about it, he was tired for a while, and then he remembered that he had not rested for a long time.

Humans are human beings after all, and no matter how strong their bodies are, they are not machines. If a machine breaks down, parts can be replaced, but if the body breaks down, even if the parts are replaced, it will not work.

So it's time to rest or not, but due to too much chores recently, I'm really busy and don't have time to sleep, but fortunately, Yale has a better way to relieve fatigue than sleep.

He walked to the center of the tent, followed a long breath and completely relaxed his body, twisted his waist and hips in a flash, shifted his weight down to his tail vertebra, squatted down slightly, then raised one foot forward and gently fall.

The hands swayed along with the waist, showing that the circles crossed the midline of the chest, the muscles on the back and the shoulders quickly wriggled and stretched, and the feet also penetrated into the ground as if they were rooted.

The black-haired knight's movements were very slow, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he seemed to be awake. Although the range of movements is not large, all the muscles in the body have already bulged, and the spirit simulates the experience of blending into the dark, and then enters a state of sleep and tranquility.

Gradually, Yalei felt that the real world was moving away, and his consciousness was wrapped in a fog, rising and falling up and down along the weak air flow, and it was very light and comfortable.

After a period of time, when he felt the exhaustion dissipate, his movements suddenly accelerated, the moment he raised his arms like swords above his head, and the moment the explosive power surged in his body, a wave of boiling blood rushed to his forehead, like a spoonful of hot water. Splashed on the face, the spirit suddenly regained consciousness.

This is a set of methods that he has figured out by combining the dark state he has touched several times in the soul-shaping ceremony, plus four top-level fighting qi skills.

Although it is not powerful, it is more effective to eliminate fatigue than sleep.

"call!"

The black-haired knight exhaled a breath of fresh air, and suddenly felt an indescribable relaxation and comfort in his body.

"hiss!"

Then he took a deep breath, like a long whale swallowing water, sucking the air in front of him clean. At the same time, at the moment when it entered the two lungs in the body, a large amount of fresh air followed the countless channels of the capillaries, instilling vitality in the first time. When it reaches various parts of the body, it feels like the whole person has been reborn.

This time, Yalei was not only conscious, but also felt a floating feeling in his body. The pores all over his body became particularly transparent, and he could even feel the frequency of his skin breathing.

With this spit and swallow, the fatigue from his whole body suddenly disappeared, and his internal organs and even his muscles and bones seemed to be reborn. , which runs through his whole person inside and out.

"This crimson fighting qi is really powerful to the bone protection."

The black-haired knight was full of energy, and with the crackling of his bones, he strengthened the range and strength of his movements.

After transforming the force of the wind and fighting spirit into the power of the soul, his soul strength has reached "thirty". Although he still knows nothing compared to the super magician, he absolutely disdains any deified knight who focuses on the spirit.

After integrating the essence of the crimson fighting qi, every time he punched, the bones of his whole body seemed to be shaking inside. Between the fist and finger missiles, the collision and the kick, the bones were like a dull knife being sharpened on a whetstone, gradually giving birth to a sharp edge.

"It's no wonder that Luya's swordsmanship is so brilliant. This crimson fighting spirit is simply the general outline of a monograph on swords."

With Yale's sensitivity now, he can clearly perceive his fists and feet, and each time he has a sharper piercing force.

Just like maintaining precision instruments, the black-haired knight maintained his body for about half an hour, and then slowly stopped. At this time, he looked more energetic than sleeping all night.

As soon as he raised his hand, his muscles squirmed, his muscles and bones screeched, forming a combined force and then playing a multi-gravity path. After the wrist shook, the palms and fingers opened and closed, followed by a crisp sound. The air flowed like a wind blade in the space, smashing into the rammed ground, carving out ravines several inches deep.

"Whether it's a skinned killer or a monster raid, it's a trivial matter compared to the assassination of Lydia!"

After this punch, Yale's mind became extremely clear, and all the messy trivial things came to his mind, and the details were clearly visible.

He began to realize that this was a challenge to his own ruling authority, and it was also a test of the strength of the Military Administration.

If the skinned killer can't be caught, he won't lose anything. No matter how many times the monster raids, as long as the top management of the military management department is still there, he can suppress it at will.

But if Lydia were to die, then the entire Highland Kingdom and the upper management of the empire would doubt their own strength, and even the Celts would reawaken their sense of resistance from fear. This kind of thing must never happen!

...

Lydia returned to the station with a dejected look after being beaten with a hundred sturdy batons. Lolo and Goethe saw her limping back, and faintly realized what had happened.

However, the aquatic team was after all the aquatic team. After being "humiliated and trained" by Kara and others, the arrogance of being an adventurer was long gone. The public Xiaoshou who belongs to the high-level military administration department, oh no, it's a younger brother.

After seeing the unhappy expression on the female knight's face, she only dared to hide her head in the corner and peep from afar, never having the courage to come forward to comfort her.

Back at the tent, Lydia naturally wiped away a handful of tears in grievance, then took off her vacuum clothes, her slender and fair fingers seemed to be playing a piano piece, nimbly tapping her back and buttocks, slowly replacing Activating blood and removing blood stasis.

Outside the tent, separated by a long distance, Goethe was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, stomping around and stomping on the spot: "The eldest sister must have been subjected to military law. If we don't express it, we may be retaliated."

"The Governor is really cruel, even a person as beautiful as the eldest sister can do it." Luo Luo patted his chest with fear, and then held up his blushing cheeks:

"But so handsome!"

"It has nothing to do with being handsome!"

Goethe gave his companion a furious look, and then said with a bitter face: "The eldest sister has been punished now, and it may be our turn next."

"You're already wrong, your reaction is so slow, and you feel stupid when you see monsters..." Luo Luo raised her eyebrows and looked at him, folded her arms around her chest, her charming face full of contempt:

"The eldest sister was beaten, half of it was for you!"

"So I feel so guilty!"

Goethe roared with a nervous breakdown, and kept scratching his chest:

"Bai holds such a high salary, and is usually so free, but the first time he did something, he behaved so badly. I can't wait to be beaten for her! I really want to die!"

"It's good that you have this kind of heart, but instead of yelling at the station to express guilt, why don't you go to the streets and make up for your mistakes?"

A familiar and powerful voice came from behind the aquatic team. Goethe tensed his body all of a sudden, his neck seemed to be rusted, and he turned his head stiffly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Your Excellency the Governor!"

"Your Excellency the Governor!" Lolo immediately lowered his hands, standing upright like a benchmark, staring at the front of the air without squinting.

"Take it easy, your punishment will not be handed down in a few days, hurry up and prepare the trauma medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis - or find a way to make merit and atonement."

Yale glanced at the two of them, stopped, and then turned his eyes to the tent not far away: "Is that Lydia's temporary residence?"

"Yes, sir, she just came back a few minutes ago." The fishery team replied in unison.

"I'm going to see her..."

The black-haired knight turned and walked towards the tent, stopped suddenly, turned his head and glanced at them: "Do you know what you should do now?"

"Patrol! Sir!" The fishery team looked at each other and answered loudly again.

"Then go quickly!"

Yale stared, and Goethe and Lolo rushed out of the way as if their butts were burned, shouting and pulling up a few guards, and went straight to the ruins of the nearby streets.

Walking to the tent, he clearly heard a rapid screeching of cloth shirts from inside, and the female knight seemed to be wearing clothes.

"Lydia, it's me, can I come in?" the black-haired knight asked softly.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Lydia hurriedly put on her shirt and trousers, ignoring the trauma on her hip, she limped to the door, opened the curtain and saw Alei standing in front of the door with a paper bag in her hand.

"I want to talk to you."

The black-haired knight glanced at her expression, then lifted the paper bag in his hand:

"I'll give you this by the way.",

"Please come in."

The female knight lowered her head, pursed her red lips indiscernibly, and turned sideways to make way for a passage.

Compared to when she was wearing a military uniform, Lydia seemed to be a different person now. The neckline of the cotton shirt held up the slender and elegant neck of the girl, the gentle breeze brought bursts of elegant fragrance, and some damp short golden hair was clinging to her beautiful cheeks, which were slightly relieved by the pain. The blood-stained skin became paler.

Although he knew that he did nothing wrong, Yale still felt a little guilty when he saw her pitiful gesture, but he was quickly crushed by him.

"I was so tired before that I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem."

The black-haired knight put the paper bag on the wooden table by his hand, then turned and sat on the seat next to him:

"Tell me more details, the killer's fighting style, his specific appearance, and how you fought him."

"He's dead," Lydia replied subconsciously.

"I don't believe that a person would come to assassinate you unorganized. There must be enough reasons for that guy to design and murder you. I must find out the truth and wipe out this group of mice in the dark, otherwise they will definitely shoot."

Seeing the female knight standing in front of him, Yale almost wanted to ask her to sit down. Fortunately, he remembered that the other party had a hip injury in time, and changed another sentence:

"Does it still hurt?"

"No...it doesn't hurt."

Lydia's eyes were red, her heart was warm, she lowered her bangs to cover the expression on her face, and quickly answered his previous question:

"He's a hobo-dressed person, with a normal appearance, chestnut hair, long hands and feet, but those eyes are very cold... I can try to draw him."

"very good!"

The black-haired knight didn't expect her to have such talent, and she was in a good mood.

"He uses two weapons, a dagger, but the dagger is very bad. The long sword is his real weapon. It can use a dark green sword light, which is very powerful."

Lydia recalled the scene of the battle and slowly narrated:

"I chased that guy, and when I came to an alley, the surrounding scenery suddenly became very disgusting. There seemed to be some kind of interference there... I was disturbed so much that I couldn't even use the natural disaster weapon."

"Closed space?"

"Not an enclosed space! It's a...weird thing."

The female knight organized the language and explained with gestures:

"Illusions, or something between an illusion and an enclosed space, looks like the guts of some kind of large creature. The ground is full of clumps of slime, and in each clump of slime is a pitiful creature. Corpses, and from time to time a group of charred undead apparitions will emerge."

"..."

Listening and listening, Yale couldn't help frowning. Judging from her description, the ability used by the other party was very close to the power of the devil in **** no matter what.

"...that killer's combat power should be at the level of a natural disaster knight, and he was far from my opponent, but with the mental interference, I fought very hard. I couldn't see his movements at all, so that I almost thought I was going to die. Only one life can be saved with a move that perishes together."

Lydia said with a look of fear, and touched her neck subconsciously:

"I had my throat cut at that time, but after I killed the guy, the wounds on my body actually healed."

"This is obviously an organized + planned murder!" The black-haired knight immediately concluded.