Fairy’s Box

In the evening, the lights of the entire Midgard city were lit up, and the countless decorative gems of Valhalla Palace reflected the light, casting a layer of neon halo over the center of the city, making it unreal. The cold night was hidden in the light, and from a distance, those large and small dwellings looked like lanterns made of light, adorning the most splendid palace. There is a wide lake in the north of the city, adjacent to the lake, the most prosperous night market in the city is full of traffic, and all kinds of men and women stroll through the streets.

Bardo, dressed in a brown plush winter coat with his hands in his pockets, was walking alone on the street.

The light created by the magic lamps shone through the windows, swirls across his body. The streets were filled with the aroma of alcohol mixed with food, and the soft wind rustled the green evergreen leaves.

"Hey, Bardo!"

Suddenly, a strange call flashed past his ears.

Bardo stopped and froze for a moment, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

His heartbeat suddenly increased. That feeling is like being exposed to the attack range of some kind of huge beast, being watched and peeped by that kind of eye-catching eyes, there is a sense of crisis in the soul.

He turned his head and looked back, across the busy street, a tall young man was waving at him.

"Leo!?"

Dark Star showed a vigilant expression, silently clenched his fists in his pockets, raised his heels, slightly bent his knees, tightened his waist, and made an offensive gesture that could be used at any time.

"Don't be so nervous, I have something to talk to you about, are you free?"

Having said that, through the thick fog, he could see 'Leo''s eyes in an instant - a pair of dark pupils.

It was a condescending gaze, with an indescribable coercion, as if a hand was holding his heart. If he dared to refuse, his heart would be crushed.

"Do I have a choice?"

Bardo shook his head, a trace of bitterness stagnated between his brows.

"Just go to the opposite side."

The black-haired knight pointed to a rather classic high-end seafood restaurant on the right and said with great interest.

...

The dome of this restaurant is very high, and a flower-like crystal chandelier hangs in the center. Each leaf is a fluorescent stone, which illuminates the space brightly. The white marble walls are covered with the restaurant's medals of honor. Every table is a solid wood table with a lot of money. Well-dressed men and women occupy a corner in twos and threes, waiting for the waiter to serve the food.

"Oysters, cold beer, meatballs, thank you."

Yale picked out a few foods that he liked, and then handed the menu to the opposite side.

"Same."

Bardo didn't even look at it, and said directly.

"OK, just a second."

Holding the menu, the waiter turned and walked away with a polite smile, but when he turned his back to them, he showed a surprised expression - in a restaurant of this level, to order two kinds of dishes from roadside stalls, this is too bad. Be stingy.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Bardo put his arms around his chest and leaned against the back of the chair, his face full of impatience.

"I happen to have the same idea."

The black-haired knight poured himself a glass of boiled water, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile, "My real name is Aarle Bernstein, the governor of Celtic, the blue knight of Rosevia."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Bardo coughed violently, bent down, covered the expression of fear at the moment with his hands, and watched the other party's expression secretly through his fingers.

"You don't seem surprised, let me guess who told you all this."

Seeing that he was coughing badly, Yale pushed the boiled water over:

"He... or she, appeared in front of your door recently, claimed to be a friend, and told you that the murderer who bombed the World Tree and slaughtered the Valkyrie was me..."

"..."

Bardo glanced at the water glass and didn't dare to touch it. He just breathed quietly and calmly, sitting stiffly on the spot with a blue face.

"More importantly, she told you that I have ulterior motives for Asgard..."

"Isn't it!"

The moment he heard these words, he gave up completely, stood up straight, and let out a loud roar that could almost overturn the roof of the restaurant.

However, the strange thing is that in the face of such a sudden and loud noise, the surrounding passengers have a completely undisturbed expression, and relatives and friends are still eating with laughter, as if they regard Bardo as air.

"Of course, I'm not denying anything."

Yale didn't care about his confrontation at this time, his eyes were calm, and his voice did not contain any waves: "Yes, I am the culprit of bombing the World Tree. If no one else intervened at that time, it would also be me who killed the Valkyrie."

"Then what else do you and I have to say? If you want to kill people, just do it!" Bado, who was furious to the limit, was like a runaway locomotive.

"Calm down, if I have murderous intentions at this moment, you can't sit here alive."

The black-haired knight lowered his gaze and turned his gaze to the solid wood table top. At the same time, Bardo was shocked, his blushing face burst with blue veins, as if he was crushed by an invisible force, and he sat back heavily. seat.

"Similarly, if I had bad intentions against Asgard, your country would already be at war."

"Yes, you are different from Loki... Compared with you, he is just a clown playing with fireworks." He was sweating all over, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at each other sarcastically.

"You don't have to think of me as a demon, as you know, what I want is control, and I want Asgart to join the empire's camp. However, in order to achieve this goal as soon as possible, I have to let you eat a little bit. suffering."

Yale narrated quietly. Seeing that the other party's face became more and more ugly, he tapped the table with his index finger.

Boom-!

With this crisp knocking sound, Bardo's body lightened, and the heavy pressure suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly let out a long sigh, and slumped on the seat like mud.

"You blew up the World Tree, slaughtered the Valkyries of several legions, and then claimed to be kind?" Bardo looked at him exhaustedly, but his eyes were full of deep hatred.

"If a child is disobedient, he always has to teach him a lesson. After that, Dad still loves him."

The black-haired knight made a simple analogy and slowly spread his hands:

"Look at the Celtic kingdom. Before I conquered there, who didn't hate me to the bone? Go there now and ask the same people, who doesn't appreciate me?"

"...Are you going to turn Asgard into a second Celtic!?" Bardo's eyelids jumped, his face turning blue.

"That's right. If Asgart is obedient, there are candies and toys. If someone doesn't know how to praise them, they can't avoid a lesson, but after the beating, Dad is still Dad. So, why ask for it?"

"Robbers... robbers!"

Bardo was told by this call that the seven orifices were smoking. If he was a puffer fish, he would have been blown up by now.

"The truth is very clear, you can treat me as a robber."

Yale leaned over the table, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his soul, and he looked into his eyes:

"But there is one thing you must understand. Joining the empire's camp may be humiliating to you, but it has real benefits. And, even if I am a hundred times worse, I will covet this country after all. But there are... some friends who claim to be kindhearted, and what she is trying to do is the World Tree!"

"What! You said she was..."

Bardo woke up instantly, shook his head sharply, and looked at him hostilely: "I won't believe your lies."

"lie……"

The black-haired knight laughed mockingly, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and said lightly:

"That woman is the king of lies, the great devil who takes pleasure in deceiving and playing tricks on people's hearts. She is the most untrustworthy guy in the world. By the way, the one who bombed the World Tree was me, but the one who killed the Valkyrie was me. You don't have to believe her, but sooner or later the truth will surface."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Bado raised his head again, his expression was cold and his eyes were like ice ridges: "No matter who she is, what purpose does she have in approaching me... But you, don't let me give in!"

"It's your right to die rather than yield."

Yale nodded happily, and the conversation changed, but it was another threat:

"Under the crisis, how many people can stand your ground? The Uncharted Sea, the Celtic Kingdom, and the Lowlands and Gaul provinces, all the fleets are under my command. As long as I give an order, the war will burn throughout the whole country. Asgard, do you really wish things turned out like this?"

"Asgard's warriors fear no threat!"

Bardo became hysterical as if he had been humiliated in some way.

"Threat? Don't forget, Asgart is still wreaking havoc! The empire has paid a huge price to suppress the evil, and relying on your poor military strength alone, I'm afraid it will be a repeat of Ragnarok. At that time, I will only Need to pick up the leaks, Asgart wants to join the empire, you don’t want the olive branch of peace, do you have to hit your head with blood before you can accept it?” The black-haired knight sneered and pierced the last layer of window paper.

"We have the ability to deal with everything!" Bardo's expression was gloomy, and he was still stubborn.

"The time Loki attacked, if it wasn't for me, you would have already died." When Yale spoke, his sarcasm was palpable.

"I...we..."

Bardo struggled to say something, but could only utter a few pale syllables, and could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"The matter is very simple before you, reject my kindness, the whole Asgard will have to pay the price for this choice! On the contrary, just by changing the faction, Asgard can avoid the disaster of destroying the country, and at the same time, I It can also help you gain more land, wealth, and even rule the North Sea!"

Yale stood up, walked to the other side, and patted his shoulder:

"To survive or perish, to decline or to prosper, it's all in your mind."

"Between my thoughts?"

Bardo looked at him sideways with a hint of doubt, with a weak tone without any strength: "Is this insignificant dark star so important?"