Fairy’s Box

At night in the middle realm, rare stars are shining brightly.

When the army passed through a highland, General Casper felt that the terrain here was very convenient for defense, so he ordered the army to stop and rest, and built the bastion on the edge of the highland. With this order, the soldiers who had not slept several times after the forced march for half a month immediately cheered.

Amidst the cheers, the bastion quickly rose from the ground. Most of the people finished their dinner while digging trenches. After that, they washed the makeshift baths, and finally got into the tent and slept soundly.

Yale is almost the same. After taking a long-lost hot bath, he plans to sleep in the tent for a good night. As soon as he arrived outside the tent, he saw a military police officer standing in front of the tent, a bearskin black hat that stood out in the wind.

"..." The black-haired knight involuntarily quickened his pace. He wasn't a coward, but he had lost his head in front of the opponent, and he couldn't raise his head.

"What are you running for?" The military police officer stopped in front of him one step ahead, with a stiff smile on his face: "General Casper asked me to find you for something."

"General Casper!?" Yale's expression was startled, and he suddenly felt as if a pot of clear spring was pouring from head to toe, and the sleepiness accumulated for half a month disappeared in an instant.

"Do you need to have dinner first?" It's hard to imagine that the usually thin military police officer would speak in such a tone.

"Forget it, let's go."

"Okay, please come with me."

...

Yale trotted all the way to the main tent following the military police officer. He was about to enter the door when the light inside the door suddenly dimmed, and a slender figure stepped out of the tent.

"Hello sir!" The military police officer hurriedly retreated to the side.

"Hello sir!" The black-haired knight retreated to the other side.

"Yeah." Major General Ebenezer responded, and continued to move forward on his own. After the corner of his eyes swept over the two of them, he stopped abruptly:

"Who are you?"

"Sir, I'm Richard from the Second Squadron of the Superintendent, with the rank of non-commissioned officer." The military policeman raised his chest and answered loudly.

"I didn't ask you."

The blond major general glanced coldly at the military police officer in charge of the war, then ignored the other party, stared straight at Yale, and his tone suddenly softened:

"I've seen you."

"Report, sir, we did meet once... in the main tent." The black-haired knight replied with a howl in his heart. It's a shame, I have an impression from the commander, but it was because he was punished in person.

"I always remember... You were fined 100 military batons for fighting."

"Yes, sir."

At this moment, Yale had the urge to burrow into the ground, but what surprised him was that the other party remembered so clearly how many sticks he was beaten. Could it be that the mocking face has such an advantage?

Or, does this general have a really good memory?

"What's your name?" Major General Ebenezer suddenly turned his face and asked the military police officer.

"Sir, I'm Richard!"

"Oh, Charlie (no mistake), it's none of your business here, go on duty."

"As ordered..."

The military police inspector glanced at Yale, smiled awkwardly, and left with standard small steps.

"If you have anything to do later, come with me first." Major General Ebenezer glanced at the large tent behind him, hooked his hand towards the black-haired knight, and motioned for him to follow.

"As ordered..." Yale was confused and followed his pace.

The two walked in tandem on the avenue of the bastion. The strange silence lasted for about five minutes. Major General Ebenezer broke the atmosphere:

"Can you tell me your last name?"

"Report sir, Bernstein."

"Between you and me, there is no need to be so restrained..." The cold-faced Major General stopped and looked at him softly: "You are... the grandson of General Maximilian, right?"

"Yes, you know my grandfather?" the black-haired knight asked curiously.

"I didn't have a second honor." Ebenezer shook his head regretfully, the corners of his lips suddenly turned up slightly, and even the lines of his face softened a lot:

"You are from Rosevi."

"Uh...that's right!"

Yale was baffled by this question. Could it be that he regarded himself as a traitor? He still kept his family tree for more than a thousand years, and he had piled up a few storage rooms.

"Are you the only one in your family? Are there any older sisters or younger sisters?"

"...No, I'm the only one left in this generation."

"What a pity." The look of regret on the blond Major General's face became a little heavier, as if he realized something serious, his expression suddenly became solemn:

"Are you married yet? Where's the heir?"

"not yet……"

"Bullshit!"

Ebenezer's brows furrowed, and an angry expression appeared on his face: "The family has no male other than you, and you have no children. In case of any accident, the Bernstein family will be over. Do you know the consequences?"

"..."

The black-haired knight was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say for a while. It seemed that the other party cared more about the inheritance of the Bernstein family than himself. Did he express his concern?

"You have to live well!"

The blond major general said with a stern expression, and then, as if to deepen his tone, he repeated the sentence firmly:

"You must live."

"As ordered..." Yale deeply felt that there seemed to be a problem with the general's brain circuit. Of course he wanted to live, but whether to live or not, can he decide for himself.

"What is Casper looking for you?" The other party finally asked a question he could answer.

"I found General Casper's marching notes...because I didn't pay it back because of greed...I might have to give me some pointers today..."

The black-haired knight explained it concisely. Of course, the part where he was beaten must be omitted.

"So it is."

Major General Ebenezer lowered his neck thoughtfully, and after pondering for a while, he suddenly raised his head, stared into Yale's eyes and said:

"You can learn Casper's strategy, and it is indeed worth studying, but he is full of wishful thinking, you must not learn it, you know?"

"Wishful thinking?"

"In terms of military strategy, he is a qualified commander who can not be influenced by emotions, but when dealing with other things, he always thinks that tolerance can solve everything."

Speaking of this, the blond major raised his eyebrows in disgust, and added with an unhappy expression: "The problem now is that there are too many people like this."

"I understand." The black-haired knight nodded in understanding.

"Remember what I said today... you go quickly, and you don't need to hide what I said in front of Casper." Major General Ebenezer waved his hand, indicating that he can leave on his own.

"Then... farewell."

Yale took two steps back, saluted the other side, and hurriedly left.