Fairy’s Box

After Elena, the source of malice, left, the low air pressure around Yale disappeared immediately. He cleaned his mouth and teeth as quickly as possible, simply took a morning bath, and put on his uniform to get ready to go.

Let's get rid of the breakfast first, the restaurant definitely doesn't have it, it's probably a mobile stall like an open-air relief station.

I didn't expect that District 1 would adopt the passive mode of building a city for defense... It can be seen that the battle situation is quite unfavorable, and it is impossible to communicate with the outside world. But just relying on a mere egg of lies, does it really have such power?

Facing the mirror in the bathroom, he thought while tying the last button on his coat, then opened the door and strode out.

Kacha-!

As if he was deliberately waiting for this moment, the door on the opposite side opened at the same time, and a familiar poker face appeared... Or the upside-down orange hair hooped high... Or the strange lightning mark. It's just that the other party seems to be in a very bad mood, with two dark circles under his eyes, and his face is slightly sluggish.

Isn't that the assassin!

Pearson nodded expressionlessly and said:

"Good morning."

"Hello." Yale didn't expect that the other party would say hello first, and was a little surprised, because there must be demons in secret, and he must be vigilant.

Sure enough, the assassin immediately asked, "The last time I followed you...it wasn't that girl last night."

The black-haired knight gave him a deep look: "Do you want to be beaten again? She's just my ordinary friend, don't think about it."

After speaking, he moved his steps and walked towards the exit of the corridor.

Pearson raised his eyebrows, obviously disbelieving it, and posted it with a ghostly spirit: "Ordinary friends who are good enough to spend the night together? I want this kind of friend too."

"Shut up, she's just sitting there! If something really happened, wouldn't you be able to hear it with your hearing?" Yale decided to ignore this guy and continued to stride forward.

"Unfortunately." Assassin Man didn't seem to hear the answer he was looking for, he replied casually, and took out a white silk cloth from his arms and held it in his hand:

"Here is Eluncia's confession to you. She asked me to hand it over to you today."

"Oh? What's written on it?"

"The temporary captain of the attacking team, by the way, your deputy is Charlene."

"This woman..." The black-haired knight stopped and took the white silk cloth from the opponent's hand. From the shape, the silk cloth originally seemed to be a complete cuff.

Due to the limited size of the fabric, Eluncia only wrote a few strokes on it, and the content was probably to arrange specific duties, and when and where to report.

"My opinion of her has changed a little bit." Yale tucked the silk into his arms, turned and glanced at the assassin: "What happened to you the day before, can you tell me?"

"Of course, this is also within my duties." Pearson walked side by side with him to the exit, raised his fingers, and muttered:

"The first wave was mice mixed with earthworms, the second wave was spiders and bats, and the third wave was a direct flood, but it came and went faster, and there were strange sharks in the water, that's about it."

"It sounds like the battle is going to be fierce." Although what the other party said was an understatement, the black-haired knight could still hear a bit of tragicness in it, and immediately asked again:

"There doesn't seem to be any fighting last night?"

"Indeed." The assassin nodded, and at the same time stretched out his hands haggard and rubbed his temples a few times: "A rare opportunity to rest, but unfortunately I didn't fall asleep all night."

"Are you worried about the war situation?"

"War situation? What's the point of worrying about this." Pearson's side face burst into a few blue veins, and his eyes swept to the random pile of items beside him:

"If there is no foreign aid, it will be useless no matter how long we hold on."

"I've only been trapped for a day, so I can't be so passive, right?" Yale glanced at him in surprise:

"I have encountered a similar situation in the Dream Hall. It is probably a closed space, so the other party can create all kinds of monsters to deal with us."

"It's not that I haven't heard of the trial of the Lord of Four Seasons Flowers. It's a trick at best, and it's not comparable to the current situation."

The assassin stepped out of the corridor first, pointed to a watchtower under the clear sky ahead, and said coldly:

"It was there, one of the strongest forces in the academy, the origin knight Berendir was taken away by the third wave of shock, and even the body was not found."

The black-haired knight followed behind him, silent for a moment, and asked, "How long did the third wave last?"

"Five minutes, maybe seven or eight minutes, no more than ten minutes at the most, I was soaked in the stench of sea water all over my body, it felt like half a century had passed."

While talking, Pearson led Yale to avoid the early risers and walked to the very center of the fort, where dozens of chefs dressed up were distributing food.

Yale looked up with mixed tastes, and was suddenly surprised. The four-wheeled carts behind the chefs were actually full of pastries and desserts.

There are all kinds of sweet and greasy smells in the air. Fortunately, it is the cold winter season, otherwise it will definitely attract a lot of flies.

"Thanks to Cleo, the academy has plenty of food, and due to the tight time and relationship, the rationing system has not yet been implemented."

Seeing that the other party was a little confused, the assassin took a cocoa bean cake from the chef in a white robe, took a bite and explained:

"This thing is deteriorating too fast, and everything has to be resolved first."

"This is really..." Yale tried his best to hide his disgusted expression, took a honey cake from the chef, and swallowed it whole after taking a few bites.

"Then, help to heat it up." Pearson took off a tin kettle and threw it into the black-haired knight's hands: "Let them bring you a kettle later."

"Thank you." Yale ignited a trace of vindictiveness, heated the kettle in his palm, and walked with the assassin to the fountain beside the duel:

"You just said that the origin knight Berendir died in the third wave of shock. How many origin knights are there in the academy?"

"Five, now there are only three left." Pearson finished his food in three or two bites, took a handful of clean water from the fountain, washed his hands and glanced at the black-haired knight:

"Their main duty is to protect the research institute, so it's hard to see each other at ordinary times, and even though they are Origin Knights, they are limited in strength compared to Ilunzia."

"Blue-blooded people are very talented, and they are born with the ability to awaken several origins. They are far superior to ordinary people in all aspects. It is not outrageous to be comparable to origin knights. You don't need to remind me."

Yale handed him the heated kettle, and then he picked up a handful of clean water like a gourd, washed his hands, and wiped his lips incidentally:

"Time is limited, please take me to the attack team to report."

"Like the rumors, he's a difficult person to get along with." Pearson took the kettle and shook off the water stains from his hands. Without waiting for the other party to explain, he twisted his neck:

"follow me."

(PS Thanks to the Fallen Angels, Naruo, the wind to see me, the benefactor and man, the kindest and gentlest, the reward and support for a long time.)