Fairy’s Box

The old duke immediately stared, eyebrows stood up one by one, and blue veins burst on his face, staring angrily at this unworthy grandson, his beard trembled:

"I agree, and the Inbas family will not agree either. That is the only precious heir to their family. Even if both of us agree, His Majesty will not agree. Think about it carefully!"

"..." Genevieve kept his mouth shut, showing a wavering expression just right on his face.

Seeing this, Cromwell leaned on his iron rod and wandered around in place for a few laps. He seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly he laughed out loud:

"Are you two truly in love? Don't you care about it?"

"Yes!" The blue-haired knight replied simply by breaking the jar.

"It's actually like this, it's easy to handle!" The old duke stroked his beard and nodded:

"The two of you can get married. After marriage, you have to find another woman to have an heir. If one woman fails, you can change to another until a healthy and strong man is born. The same is true for Luya's side. In this way, even the spouse's There is no need to worry about quality issues, the Inbas family should also agree."

This is to make your own grandson a green turtle! ! Yale and Charlene stood aside like puppets with a broken thread, showing a disintegrating expression.

"Grandfather, this is absolutely impossible!" Genevieve held back his thoughts of collapse, and said with justice: "In this way, it will be a kind of harm to me and her...!"

"Then what else can be done? For you, is this woman more important than the inheritance of the entire family and the safety of the empire?" The old man's expression became more and more severe:

"Once the two blue-blooded people are combined, the children born will be either stillborn or trash, and they can't bear the heavy responsibility of inheritance at all. If you two want to be together, that's all you can do!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the blue-haired knight gathered up his courage and shouted, "For the sake of each other's future, I have decided to give up this unrealistic relationship!"

"Good boy!" Cromwell looked at him approvingly, and said with relief: "Actually, you can also consider my method, you don't need to force yourself so hard."

"Not forcing, not forcing at all!"

"That's good!" The old duke stroked his beard with satisfaction, and said meaningfully, "This kind of absurd mistake can only be made once. If there is another time, I will directly help you choose a wife and concubine."

"...I don't dare." Genevieve lowered his head in shame. It turned out that his thoughts had been seen through long ago, just like a poor clown.

"Little cripple, have you figured it out!" The old Duke of Cromwell leaned on his iron staff and moved his gaze to Yale again.

"Little lame? Me?" The black-haired knight responded quickly and touched his chin: "I will consider doing this when the Bernstein family already has an heir and Genevieve has no healthy children."

"That's good! As long as this is the case, I have nothing against you and Charlene." The old duke finally said what Yale had been waiting for.

However, the blue-haired knight was almost choked to death by him, and his anger was even heavier, and he almost regarded someone as the source of all evil that harmed him.

"Okay, things have been negotiated, you all go back." Cromwell waved his hand sullenly, sat back on the reclining chair and closed his eyes:

"Let my old man be quiet for a while."

Aleigh felt relieved, turned around and left. Before he could step out of the door, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Aleigh, Maximilian... Where is the cemetery where he sleeps?"

The black-haired knight's broad shoulders trembled suddenly, and at the same time stopped his steps: "...El Baranga of Corsica."

"It turns out that this is his choice... I know." Cromwell sighed indistinctly, and waved his iron staff in a loss:

"Go back, all go, all go!"

"You take care."

The three returned to the ground floor hall with their own concerns. Genevieve was the first to walk down the stairs, pushed the door open and left without saying a word.

Seeing them returning to the hall, the whispers of the members of the Blue Seat stopped instantly, and they picked up the man who was still drunk and quickly dispersed.

Charlene did not touch the dessert on the table, and left the Blue Seat with Alei.

Walking aimlessly on the road, the green-haired girl saw that his mood was a little low, her eyes stayed on the surrounding flowers and plants, and said casually:

"You haven't told me about the family. I know now that the old lame man in Grandpa's mouth is your grandfather."

"There's nothing to say." Yale took a deep breath and said lightly, "Grandfather is a taciturn person, and his affairs are equally unfamiliar to me."

"Don't talk about this!" He raised his voice slightly, and his emotions were lifted at the same time: "After today's events, Genevieve can no longer stop us."

"I haven't agreed yet!" Charlene raised her chin arrogantly: "Who would be as impatient as grandfather! Just wanting a great-grandson, that's my brother's business too."

"It's okay!" The black-haired knight looked at her hair blown by the breeze, and with a move, he grabbed the girl's wrist: "I'm very patient and can wait until you agree."

"I'm also very patient. I'll wait until I want to marry you." Charlene said playfully, she stretched out her scallion-like fingers, tidied up her messy hair, and with a frown and a smile, she became more and more beautiful.

Boom-boom-boom-!

Suddenly there was a distant bell in the sky, the two of them raised their ears at the same time, and Yale raised his eyebrows: "It's the bell from the Black Seat, three long and two short, it seems that there is trouble."

"It seems that you can't go to Cleo's appointment today." The green-haired girl covered her forehead with a gesture: "Go, I will explain it to him for you."

"I'll leave it to you." The black-haired knight nodded, his figure blurred for a while, and disappeared instantly, returning to the Black Seat at the fastest speed.

Charlene watched him leave, her pretty face turned red for some reason, and her slender body dragged a slanted shadow, heading straight for the western battlefield.

"What's wrong?" Yale returned to the Black Seat and found that everyone was standing in the hall, ready to go.

"This is Clark's letter." Lydia stepped forward and handed a letter to him: "The Green Parrot Spirit Explorer has encountered a problem that cannot be solved."

The black-haired knight opened the envelope and the contents were as follows:

"This morning, Ives and I were just about to rest when a man wrapped in sackcloth and smelling bad suddenly rushed in and asked for help with a weird accent. When we asked him to untie the sackcloth on his body, he appeared at In front of him is a human-shaped frog.

Avis was powerless, and Kenny was powerless. They thought it was an irreversible curse and persuaded the man to go to the Imperial hospital for treatment. But the other party refused, things seem to have a big hidden meaning... I think, you should be interested. "