Fairy’s Box

Everyone in the hall raised their heads at the same time. In the corridor upstairs, stood an old man with an iron staff and a luxurious long coat. Although his beard and hair are all white, it is not the rotten gray, but a lustrous silver white, and the wrinkles on his face are like a knife and axe, and he does not look old at all.

"Grandfather, grandfather!" Charlene was stunned, her thin pink lips half-opened and half-closed, not closed for a long time.

"Let that black boy come up to see me." The old man made an old but loud voice again, leaning on an iron rod and hiding inside the corridor.

"Eh? Me?" Yale touched his nose in surprise.

"Brother!" The green-haired girl glared at Genevieve with sullen eyes, looking like she was going to be furious.

"..." The blue-haired knight silently moved his eyes away.

His idea is very simple and long-term. As long as the other party gets drunk and disrespectful, and arranges for his grandfather to see this scene, with the temper that the old man cannot tolerate, he will say a few more words, and that abominable wild boy will definitely be disgusted.

In the Tudor family, there is no doubt that grandfather Cromwell Philip Tudor is the authority, as long as he speaks, he can solve this absurd relationship from the root.

In this way, no matter how much my sister likes that man, she can't continue to associate with him... It's a pity that the strategy of giving wine was found out, and the old man walked out of the room first...

"Grandfather hates dawdling people the most, you'd better hurry up." Genevieve reminded with a pretense of kindness, in fact, he wished that the person on the other side dragged the world to the end of the world.

"This is the end of the matter..." Charlene's face was gloomy and frightening at the moment. She wanted to get angry but she didn't have time. She only had time to hold the black-haired knight's hand and instructed at the fastest speed:

"Grandfather, he hates to hear lies, he has a bad and old-fashioned personality, and he doesn't like being offended, and..."

"I hate people talking bad about me behind my back! Let that kid come up!" Halfway through she said, a roaring old voice came from upstairs.

"...That's it..." The green-haired girl pursed her lips.

"...Okay." Although Yale was reluctant, the other party was her grandfather, so she could only try it.

"Good luck." The blue-haired knight put on a fake smile and watched him go up the stairs.

In the room on the left side of the exit of the spiral staircase, the wooden horizontal sliding door was wide open, and there was a faint gust of warm wind. The black-haired knight was about to knock on the door, and the old man in the room spoke again:

"Don't be polite, come in, and close the door by the way."

"Okay." Yale walked directly into the threshold and closed the wooden door by the way.

The bright red carpet and the dark purple sofa in the room are eye-catching, the windows are closed and the air is tight, and to the north, the embossed fireplace is blazing brightly.

The current patriarch of the Tudor family, Archduke Cromwell, was sitting on the chaise longue by the fireplace, his legs covered with blankets, and he was looking at him with a tiger's eyes:

"What's your name."

"Go back to the Grand Duke, I'll go to Aleigh Bernstein." The black-haired knight thought about it, and decided to use the Grand Duke's title. If it was too close, the other party might not like it.

"Bernstein? What's the relationship between Maximilian and you?" The old man twisted his needle-like beard and rolled his eyes.

"He's my grandfather." Yale replied respectfully.

"Sure enough, it's the grandson of the old lame man!" Archduke Cromwell raised his beard and slammed into the floor with his iron rod, only to hear a buzzing sound, and the whole tower trembled slightly under this enormous force. .

"How has his life been over the years, has he remarried?" the old man continued to ask.

"Grandfather he passed away eleven years ago, uh... not remarried..."

"Dead?" At this moment, the wrinkles on Cromwell's face seemed to relax, and he cast his eyes out of the window with a sullen look: "By the way, we are all old...everyone will die."

"He...? How did he die? Did he leave a will?"

"No." Yale shook his head. His grandfather died of a serious illness. Until he got the bad news, he didn't believe that the strong old man like a cow died so suddenly.

"I think your father was mad at him!" With the thunderous roar of the old duke, the tower shook again.

"You...know my father?" The black-haired knight hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

"Who doesn't know about his nonsense!" Cromwell's lion-like beard opened, and two strands of white air came out of his nostrils, which was obviously not good enough.

"Sorry..." Yale didn't know what to say, so he could only apologize.

"It's none of your business." The old man regained his majestic demeanor and waved his hand:

"When people are old, they are prone to quirks. For example, I like to listen to the sound of a strong heartbeat. The first time I heard someone with a stronger heartbeat than my grandson, I simply came out and took a look. I didn't expect it to be the grandson of an acquaintance... "Fate is a wonderful thing."

"Hehehe..." The black-haired knight echoed and laughed.

"Now that you have inherited the family business, you have finally not humiliated the family name." Cromwell touched his beard, and his eyes suddenly revealed a strange meaning:

"However, the old man Maximilian was a flower back then, and he was surrounded by countless people. Even if he was lame later, I don't know how many noble ladies secretly admired him. How did you grow up like this in your generation... Not to mention anything else... The looks of your family are really different from one generation to the next."

"..." Yale felt as if his heart was fried.

"Hahaha, don't worry about such trivial matters, men only have strength, and no women can't get it." The old duke stopped his laughter and changed the topic:

"I heard that you beat my grandson?"

"Um... Yes, there are many misunderstandings... In fact, I was beaten first... It's even."

"I don't want to be held accountable! There is not so much reason to say that fists are the best way for knights to resolve disputes. If there is disagreement, there is only one battle between the strong!"

Cromwell opened his eyes, and his voice sounded like spring thunder, making the windows hum and vibrate:

"How can there be so many undefeated generals in the world, so what if they lose one or two games? If they are beaten by their own fists and then come back, this is the dignified way of chivalry! The descendants of the Tudor family are not cowards, nor will they be There will be cowards!"

"The old duke is so right!" Yale praised convincingly.

The old man's cheeks trembling like steel needles, he asked meaningfully, "You... want to hook up with my granddaughter..."

"Yes!" The black-haired knight nodded and admitted without shame.

"You... hit my grandson... still want to hook up with my granddaughter?"

"This..." Yale looked at the other party's bright eyes and felt guilty.

"Hahahaha!" Cromwell burst into an earthquake-like laugh again, his expression suddenly solemn: "I ask a few questions, as long as you answer honestly, I will not object to you and Charlene."

"Really? That's good!" The black-haired knight agreed eagerly.

"The time interval between my question and your answer cannot exceed one second." The old duke slowly erected his iron staff and pointed it one foot away from Yale's eyebrows:

"If there is any hesitation, I will kick you out of here!"

"Okay!" Yale gritted his teeth, raised his chest and agreed.

"Okay! Sure enough, it's Maximilian's grandson!" Cromwell stroked his beard with satisfaction, took a deep breath, his face instantly became extremely grim, and he asked with a roar like a storm:

"Apart from my granddaughter, do you have any other little girlfriends!?"

"No!" The black-haired knight closed his eyes and roared in his loudest voice.

"Have you ever liked another woman!?"

"Like it!"

"Have you dated!?"

"No!"

"What are your future ambitions!?"

"Become a general! Must!"

"What is the purpose of your relationship with Charlene!?"

"marry!"

"How many children do you plan to raise after marriage?"

"The more the better!"

"Konjac soup is sweet or salty!?"

"Salty! Can you drink sweet!"

"Very good!" The old duke looked at the black-haired boy, the more he looked at it, the more pleasing to the eye, he nodded, and said pleasantly:

"When are you going to get married?"

"Uh... Now, it's too early, we just dated..." Yale wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cautiously.

The old man's aura was too strong, just being asked questions like a barrage of cannons, his whole body seemed to be pressing down on a mountain, and he didn't have time to think, so much that he was shocked by what he said.

At this moment in the hall, Charlene had already covered her face in shame, Genevieve's expression was ugly, and the whispering voices of the others gradually became louder.