Fairy’s Box

"Hahaha, it's so interesting." Hearty laughter came from the luxurious and extraordinary room.

Alex leaned on the reclining chair in a lazy posture, the white shirt was half-buttoned at the neck, a sable blanket was covering his waist, and his blue eyes slanted downward: "He only asked you this?"

"Yes." Alice, in a long white dress, bowed to one knee, lying on his left side, not daring to look up.

"Has the traitor been found?"

"not yet……"

Hearing this, the blond boy raised his upper body slightly, put away his smile, and narrowed his eyes into long and narrow shapes: "Knowing that I was assassinated, why did you stay where you were? What are you going to wait for?"

"Because...because..." Crystal sweat dripped from the singer's white jade-like forehead, and her graceful body gradually stiffened.

"Baby maid!" The golden flame flickered in Alex's eyes, and the goblet in front of the desk in the distance floated into the air, dragged out the afterimage, and smashed it towards the half-kneeling beauty below.

The goblet shattered with a bang, smashing Alice back, and she didn't dare to snort while she was in pain, and quickly returned to her original position.

Tick, tick... The blood ran along the singer's neat bangs, dripping onto the blanket.

There was no pity in the eyes of the blond boy. The beauty of the other party was enough to impress any man. In his opinion, it seemed to be no different from soil and gravel.

"If you weren't a mortal, you would be on your way to exile now, get up." Alex stretched out his right hand.

"Yes." Alice responded gratefully, and stood up obediently, like a well-trained pet cat.

"Go get ready, we will leave tomorrow. Without my permission, you are not allowed to bring so many useless things." The blond boy pointed to the large and small utensils in the room and pressed his temples with a headache.

"As ordered." The singer bowed respectfully and walked out of the door.

Alex spread out his right hand that he had been clenching tightly, pinched a wooden ring, looked through the ring hole, looked at the flames in the fireplace, and said in a trance:

"Maybe we will meet again."

"Ah!" After the opera party, Yale, who was on his way home, sneezed for no reason, and subconsciously wrapped his uniform.

"Are you alright?" Clark asked with concern, Nicole was drunk out of nowhere, her cheeks were red and she was talking nonsense, and was being carried behind his back.

"It's okay, it's weird."

The knight wondered if he was cursed. I've been unlucky recently. A good vacation has turned into a ghost ship defense battle. As soon as I came back, I was threatened by Arcia. I went to the Grand Theater to make soy sauce and encountered a murder case.

He considered whether to go to the next mass seriously, to drive away the bad luck, and he felt that it was a waste of time when he passed the church. He might as well go back and sleep for a while. This idea is gone.

This is also the normal state of the Rosevier knights. It is difficult for a person to become stronger and gain strength through exercise, and it is difficult to become a devout believer. They believe that everything they have can be obtained with their hands. The spiritual dependence on God will only become cowardly, and the more cowardly, the more inseparable from faith.

"It's Nicole's place in front. I'll go first." Clark nodded and turned away from the trail behind Nicole's back.

After a while, Yale also returned to his residence. Seeing that the lights in Arcia's room were still on, he simply threw the scroll in. He hit the opponent's forehead, and after a few seconds, there were cheers from the room.

Arcia rushed out in pajamas, her eyes sparkling: "You actually did it! How did you do it?"

The knight was afraid of his endless noise, so he shoved him back into the room: "Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Probably because the wish was fulfilled, the other party just smirked and stopped talking. After washing, Yale locked the door and slept until dawn.

Before a guy who smirked all night hadn't woken up, he tiptoed to cook a pot of milk, served with beef-stuffed bread, and quickly retreated after eating.

After pulling out the law textbook, he dressed neatly and entered Class 9527, which he hadn't been here for a long time.

The crowd greeted him with silence, and the knight returned the salute with silence. The last row has already become his special seat, and he hasn't come for so long, and no one has occupied the seat.

Seeing him approaching, Elena's dimples appeared on her peaceful face: "Yo! Long time no see, what have you been doing recently?"

"I'm afraid to scare you if you say it..." Yale looked at Reina's face with a thoughtful look, but her ears pricked up. Immediately, my thoughts began to flow, and I began to narrate everything that happened on the Maria.

From the encounter with the Kraken, to the appearance of the ghost ship, to the side-by-side battle between himself and Charlene against the ghost, and finally the wise-breaking human conch drifting down the fog to the sea eye.

Among them, for the sake of harmony, a lot of things have been deleted, such as deceiving the Kraken and the last cry.

Elena listened with relish. Jacqueline's pretty face was full of fear and envy, and she stared at him with bright eyes. Reina didn't turn her head, but her ears were kept upright.

The knight was still in the mood, and when he was about to add a few details to show his bravery, the **** bell rang out the window.

He had to wait for the break after class to continue.

This section is an etiquette class. The professor is a middle-aged professor who dresses in an old-fashioned manner, speaks rigorously, and has a finely groomed beard. He walked slowly on the catwalk, introducing clothing for various occasions, as well as jewelry etiquette.

Because of the long night last night and the boring etiquette class, Yale couldn't help falling asleep in the cool breeze in the morning.

The professor saw a sleeping knight apprentice behind him, showing an expression that was already commonplace. He had seen knights who bare their chests and showed their abdominal muscles in class, so it was not worth making a fuss.

He coughed and continued:

"Okay, the jewelry etiquette is over. Everyone here is a law student. Let's focus on the court etiquette that is likely to be used in the future. If you are lucky enough to become judges, you need to pay attention..."

When the etiquette class was over, the bell rang, Yalei cheered up and prepared to emphasize the details of his bravery.

"Student Lena, I found the answer to my question last time. Chapter 7 of the Imperial Law, Article 41, stipulates that the title of imperial nobility is fully honorable, which is the most profound reform..."

A reasonably handsome law student, headed by a purple-haired kelp, ran to the back row and started chattering with a book.

Opposite Reina's pretty blushing blushed, she nodded again and again as flattered, and took notes from time to time to note down the key points.

Who is this guy! The knight was stunned.

Elena turned her head secretly and whispered when someone was in a daze: "This guy is Maqiri Putin, who comes over every day to discuss law with Lena for several weeks. Thanks to him, Lena's The grades have risen a lot, and I must be grateful."

Yale's expression changed from sluggishness to anger in an instant, looking at the head of the sea with a vicious look.