Fairy’s Box

clang clang...

A strange wooden car in the shape of a closed coffin, without horses, and with a rocket-shaped chimney erected on the front of the car, drove along the forest road, continuously spraying large groups of white steam from the front of the car.

In the carriage that vibrated violently like a sieve, Yale and the others sat on the bench around the captives. As the car body bumped, their figures sometimes became blurred in motion and sometimes blurred in shape.

This broken car was bought after they arrived in Gaul to find Amber for money laundering, and was highly recommended by the other party. Because the prisoners needed to be kept in a weak state for a long time, the black-haired knight fell in love with it at a glance.

After the official use, the effect is very obvious. The six sea generals themselves were seriously injured. From Gaul to Celtic, their brains were almost all shaken into a paste, and their physical strength has been in a state of zero recovery.

Since they didn't catch the ferry tickets to London and London that day, they could only buy tickets for Port Glamorgan.

Although it is very bumpy, very slow, and very spicy, the steam-powered car is indeed very novel, so that although everyone can hardly see the shape, they are still reluctant to leave this broken thing.

"I'm curious... At the current price of magic stones, this kind of car should be powered by magic." Bruno was a blurry white shadow swaying up and down at the moment, and asked in a singer-like spring sound.

"I heard that the latest mechanical legion of the empire is a magic stone powered car. This kind of coal-burning thing is better than it is cheap in energy consumption. Many nobles like to buy it to show off."

Nican replied with the same spring tone, she is also an erratic golden afterimage at the moment.

"..."

Yale, who was driving, flickered, feeling an arrow in his knee.

"Hahaha, boss, I didn't tell you."

The female man knew that he had said the wrong thing again, and quickly waved his hand vigorously. As soon as his mind turned, the topic went off:

"I didn't expect that after half a year, the Celtic suburbs have become popular. Did you see that we actually have a hot spring manor here."

"Is it?"

Everyone, including the black-haired knight, was immediately distracted.

Since the Highland Kingdom was completely surrendered, the once awkward Celtic has transformed itself from a front-line battlefield into an undeveloped virgin land. More and more local tyrants are willing to invest in Celtic.

Most of the local tyrants took a fancy to the rich resources here, coupled with the preferential policies of the Governor's Office, and came to set up factories with funds and people. Another part is that they like the natural scenery here, and they have selected many scenic spots to build high-end consumption places such as resorts, natural parks, hunting grounds, etc., to attract wealthy Gallic people to sell gold.

After sufficient funds, the infrastructure of London and London has also been steadily improved. At least the suburbs are paved with volcanic stone avenues, which are also the places with the most large-scale entertainment facilities.

From the suburbs to the city, the fires along the road became more and more dense, and the clinking of metal hammers could be heard vaguely.

Night fog swept across both sides of the steam car, and with the thick smoke sprayed from the front of the car, the whole car seemed to be driving in the clouds.

Just when everyone was surprised at the great changes in London and London, Yale suddenly discovered a problem. As the central city of Celtic, there is no trace of other cars in the suburbs of London and London. What is going on?

The black-haired knight was a little confused.

"Stop! What a monster!"

At this moment, Yale's thoughts were interrupted by a loud shout. He took a closer look and saw that the car had driven to the city wall of London City unknowingly.

A dozen fully-armed soldiers gathered around, looking at the style of their armor and epaulettes, they should be new recruits who just left the camp.

"Where are you monster!"

The leading young soldier seemed to regard the steam car as a monster, staring at the front of the car and turning around, as if looking for its mouth.

"This is not a monster, open the door and let it go." Yale opened the car door and turned to his side.

"Let go? Who do you think you are?"

The young warrior was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrows were raised, and he reprimanded impatiently: "Go, go, where did you come from, where did you go back, there is a curfew after 7pm in London and no one is allowed to enter. "

"..."

The black-haired knight was stunned for a moment. He never expected that in Celtic, there would be people who didn't care about himself.

However, after being reminded by the other party, he remembered that because Julian had arrested people for blood sacrifice, he had indeed issued a curfew order for the safety of the residents.

"Hey! Boy, do you know who you're talking to?"

Carla felt as if she had been slapped in the face, and immediately became stunned. She slammed the door of the rear compartment open, and scolded with a bad face:

"Which guard are you, and who is the commander?"

"You don't care which guard I am. The Governor has an order, and the city of London has an indefinite curfew. Without his order, it's useless for you to find anyone."

The young warrior raised the steel long sword in his hand, shook it at Kara's face, and snorted coldly:

"I don't care where you are a noble or an official, an order is an order. If you don't back down, I will arrest you all."

"idiot!"

Carla's nose was almost crooked by him, and she said angrily:

"The Governor is in front of you, don't open the door soon."

"The Governor?"

The young warrior was so frightened that his whole body trembled. After a brief panic, he calmed down and looked at Yale's face carefully, and shook his head again:

"I don't know! There are too many people with dyed black hair these days. How do I know if you are real or fake? Do you have any documents?"

"you!"

Carla was almost choked by him, turned her head to look at the black-haired knight, and sighed helplessly:

"I've never seen such a stunned person in my life, boss, what do you say?"

"Documents?"

Yale touched the inner pocket of his clothes, remembering that because he was going to the Uncharted Sea to do something, he didn't bring any documents at all, so he asked everyone in the car:

"Anyone of you brought documents?"

"..."

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"No documents, I think you don't have any!?"

The young warrior instantly regained his energy, and his eyes swept into the car, and he found the half-dead General Hai, and his expression suddenly changed:

"What's the matter, why are there so many bound wounded in your car, and you plan to disguise yourself as the Governor and prepare to enter the city... Could it be a cult?"

"Forehead……"

At this moment, Yale has a feeling that he can't argue, is he going to show his grudge in front of them? Wouldn't it be shameful to do so on his own territory.

"You don't have to make quibbles anymore, you don't have a chance to leave now."

The young soldier beckoned behind him and shouted: "Come here, surround them, Neil quickly shoot the piercing arrow, I caught a group of suspected terrorists."

Hearing him say that, everyone calmed down.

"..."

With a slightly immature face, the young warrior cautiously guarded against the crowd, and suddenly found that the black-haired knight had been looking at himself up and down, and immediately shouted:

"Look, don't think I'm afraid of you because of your size! Believe it or not, as long as I roar, hundreds of brothers will rush to kill you in minutes!"

Yale was not angry, but asked intriguingly:

"What's your name?"

"What, want to threaten me?"

The young warrior was instantly furious, only feeling a surge of blood pouring into his forehead, and answered without hesitation:

"My name is Ordas, whatever you want to do, come here, but it will wait until you clear your suspicions!"

"Ordas..."

The black-haired knight chewed the name lightly, and after a moment of silence, his eyes returned to the other's face:

"You are the son of the former commander Ordas!?"

"You...you know my father?"

The young warrior's expression suddenly froze, and after a little stunned, he held the weapon more forcefully, and his expression became solemn:

"Who exactly are you?

At this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps approached quickly, and an entire 100-strong team swarmed out from the city gate.

"Where are the terrorists?"

The leader of the hundred, Hawk, led the team and rushed to the steam car. After seeing the faces of Yale and others, his expression changed greatly, his feet slipped, and the whole person fell directly to the ground, and knelt down on one knee. land:

"Hawk, the head of the hundred people, sees the Governor, all of my subordinates have no eyes, please forgive me!"

"President... Governor?"

Little Aldaston was stunned, his face turned red at first, and then he quickly collapsed. He knelt down on one knee and murmured:

"See, see Your Excellency the Governor."

"Is this the terrorist you're talking about?"

Hawke turned his head sharply, stared at him with fire-breathing eyes, raised his hand in anger, and immediately slapped him:

"Damn things!"

He is a third-order knight himself, and he is also majoring in the skill of arms. The force of this slap fan is heavy, and if it is drawn firmly, it is enough to swell the opponent's face.

"..."

Little Ordas knew that he had made a big accident, drooped his head and didn't move, closed his eyes, and waited for the slap to come.

clatter--!

He suddenly heard a soft sound in his ear, and at the same time, the expected slap did not come.

The young soldier opened his eyes, only to find that the officer's arm was firmly held by the other hand. The officer's expression at the moment was the same as his own. Past Governor.

"Hawk, why are you willing to punish such a soldier?"

The black-haired knight stretched out his hand to help the centurion up from the ground, and patted him on the shoulder:

"The curfew in London and London is indeed my order, and it is also my order to arrest suspicious elements on the spot. From the firing of the piercing arrows to the dispatch of the entire team within 20 seconds, far beyond the standard requirements, how can I blame you."

"Thank you... thank you sir!"

Hawke stood up a little overwhelmed and gave a military salute.

"As for you, little Ordas..."

Yale walked up to the young warrior and supported his shoulders. He couldn't refuse to help him up and asked:

"Why are you kneeling, what's wrong with you?"

"Big... lord."

Little Ordas lowered his head with a humiliated expression.

"It's me who didn't bring documents, and it's my fault. You've been loyal to your duties from beginning to end, and you're not at fault except for your silly self-reporting of your family."

The black-haired knight dusted him off, stared into each other's eyes, and said loudly:

"Your father Ordas is a good person, and so are you. The Selik family has been in the army for two generations, loyal and brave, and they are all models of our Weisuo army!"

"grown ups!"

Little Ordas's eyes were sore, and he tried to hold back tears, straightening his waist.