Fairy’s Box

In the northeast corner of the temporary camp, Yale met Master Urban once again. The previous encounter between the two did not even count as passing by, so that he did not notice each other's appearance at all.

Facing the super magician he met for the first time in his life, the black-haired knight secretly looked up and down with a curious attitude, and found that he was far from the scholar mage he had seen.

Master Urban has a dark complexion, short hair and no beard. His facial features are ordinary at first glance, but he has an indescribable sternness. His red-brown uniform is neat and simple. Except for holding a purple core wood staff, he looks absolutely basic. Just a professional soldier.

This must be the mark on his face from his long military career, the black-haired knight thought.

Perhaps sensing that someone was looking at him, the super-mage shook the hem of his clothes in the cold wind, followed his perception and cast his gaze over. After seeing Yale's clothing and equipment, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

"Oh? Berserkers from the Assault Battalion? How rare..."

The two were still separated by a considerable distance, Master Urban's voice was not too loud, and the camp under construction was even more chaotic and noisy, but the black-haired knight who was highly focused could hear it clearly.

Red Guoguo's prejudice! Can't a muscular barbarian have a little special hobby! ?

"The person in front is Master Urban, you seem to know it, but I still want to tell you, be careful when you speak and do things in the hands of your Excellency."

The lookout was halfway through speaking, and suddenly lowered his voice to an insignificant level, and whispered in Yale's ear:

"There are two people who can't be bothered the most in the Knights of the Holy Armor, and we must not neglect them. One of them is the cautious Captain Aurelia, and the other is Master Urban. He has a nickname, Call Urban Cannon, if you get angry, the regiment commander will have to smile."

A person's name may be wrong, but his nickname will never be wrong. Since he is called a cannon and is not a braggart, it must be super violent.

"Thank you!" Yale's expression tightened, and he thanked him solemnly.

"It's nothing, let's go." The lookout nodded in relief, then quickened his pace and approached Master Urban, who had moved his gaze elsewhere.

Hundreds of people have gathered around the super magician, from all positions, and even a few mages. Among them, the black-haired knight saw a familiar slender figure.

Luya! ?

Yale calmed down and looked at the other party again. Just in time, Luya stopped talking with her companions, turned half of her face, and glanced here lightly, as a greeting.

This ignorant attitude is indeed hers!

"See an acquaintance? Just right, I'll take you here." The lookout stopped and waved at the black-haired knight, indicating that he was about to leave.

"Thank you."

Yale watched the other party turn and left, walked quickly to a row of military supervisors, found the head of the gendarmerie captain, and handed over the stamped approval note.

"Let's go."

The other party glanced at the approval note, then turned his body sideways to make way for a passage.

There are many materials piled up near the crowd, including wooden boxes piled into hills, layers of tarpaulins, and a lot of pockets printed with flower fertilizer patterns.

"Hey! I didn't expect to meet here." Yale went straight to Luya's side, patted the other party's right shoulder, and leaned over with a smile.

"I'm not surprised to meet you here." The female knight's bright pupils showed tranquility, and her expression was still indifferent, but she did not reject people thousands of miles away.

"That... your hair..."

"hair?"

There was a warm smile in Luya's red eyes, she held her waist with her hands calmly, and made a dashing hair flick, showing off her red hair that just covered her earlobe:

"Doesn't it look good?"

"It looks good... Of course it looks good, but I always feel that double ponytails are more suitable for you." The black-haired knight looked at the neat short hair and said regretfully.

"So you don't have common sense. How can the military allow long hair." The female knight rolled her eyes at him, the expression on her face gradually thawed, and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, with a hint of relief:

"Besides, double ponytails are also difficult to take care of. If it wasn't for Jayden's constant stalking, I would have switched to this hairstyle long ago."

"makes sense."

…

"Quiet."

A loud voice came from right in front of him, and the voices of talking in twos and threes suddenly became silent. Yale and Luya also stopped talking at the same time, waiting for the next sentence of the super magician.

"Time is running out, we're starting now."

Master Urban rushed to the adjutant beside him and nodded slightly, and the other party immediately moved a wooden box on the ground and placed it directly in front of his boss's toes.

"As you can see."

The super magician raised the staff in his hand and slammed it down, dragging out an afterimage, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, directly smashing the outer shell of the wooden box.

The size of a palm, with a vaguely human-shaped outline, the plants with knotted roots were exposed in front of everyone.

"This is a root spirit, a plant that dreams of becoming a human being." Master Urban moved his staff to the top of the wooden box, slowly picked it up, held it high in the air, and continued with a raised voice:

"It's also our most important source of cannon fodder... It's not surprising that none of you have seen it, because this is a new breed that has just been developed and has cross-generational significance."

After showing for a few seconds, the super magician placed the root spirit in the palm of his hand, focused his eyes on it, and said loudly:

"Watch my actions."

After he finished speaking, he let out a breath of hot air and blew it towards the plant in the palm of his hand. Then, he took the white powder handed by the adjutant in his left hand and sprinkled it all over Genling.

"squeak-!"

At the moment when the white powder touched the body, Genling felt like being scalded by a soldering iron, and his body curled into a ball in an instant.

"The root spirit was in a sleeping state before, this white powder just wakes it up, and the plant itself has no fighting power, so there's no need to worry."

Master Urban explained a sentence, and continued to breathe at the palm of his hand. After ten times in a row, Genling stretched out the branches and whiskers again and stood up smartly.

"From now on, the awakened root spirit will imitate the person who awakened it, and this is also the first task you will complete."

As he said that, he slowly bent down, placed the root spirit in his hand on the ground, took two random steps back, and suddenly raised the staff in his hand.

"Chirp!"

The palm-sized Genling looked at each other and let out an excited cry. As the roots wriggled, the shape gradually changed drastically, getting closer and closer to the human form... Five seconds later, one was seven or eight similar to Master Urban. The miniature super magician appeared in front of everyone, and his expressions and actions were exactly the same as the imitated objects.