Fairy’s Box

After half a month, the things in the sword box finally reappeared - half a citrine, a dagger, a ring, a coin, Charlene's hair, and a beard sprinkled all over the box.

"Annett's coin, Goronkasha's dagger, Snake's ring, Master Chief Jerein's citrine, and Garth's beard... It's been a long time."

The irresistible tremor was suppressed in his tone, and after stroking the surfaces of these objects with his fingers, Yale turned his attention to Arrondette, who had been silent for a long time. He immediately took off the scabbard and raised it high towards the scorching sun, and then the gleaming blade cut the pale golden sunlight into countless filaments.

As a treasure among treasures, the immaculate beauty of the holy sword is enough to confuse women, and Vesta can't help but squinted his eyes in admiration, and whispered faintly:

"Can even light be cut... As expected of a high-ranking holy sword second only to the three holy swords."

"Arondit is a high-ranking holy sword? In my eyes, even Durandal can't compare to it." The black-haired knight waved his sword in front of her, and said with some show off.

This is indeed the case. Although the sword of permanence is astonishingly powerful, it is indeed inferior to the flawless lake light in his hands. Deep madness and the protection of the holy sword directly tripled the physical strength. In this state, even Genevieve, Luya, Ilunzia, and Nanette will be crushed by Yalei even with their hands. pressure.

"It can be seen that the little girl likes you very much. She gave you the relic left by her father, and now she is going to pick flowers to see you off." On the citrine inside, he said meaningfully.

"I like her a lot too."

With a "bang", Yale retracted the holy sword into its sheath, hung it on the sword he was carrying, closed the sword box and held it in his hand, and turned his gaze to Louise, who was picking flowers in the garden in the distance, and said calmly and firmly:

"So, there's one more thing to do for her."

...

Main Building. Dean's Office

"Sir, you are finally healed!"

Edmund's pale skin as pale as death rarely revealed a tinge of blush, his eyes were full of tears, he held the right hand of the black-haired knight excitedly, and said from the bottom of his heart:

"Me and all the staff at the nursing home have been looking forward to this day and night, and now it's finally here."

"thanks."

The black-haired knight forced a smile on his stiff face, and thanked him lukewarmly. Anyone who was treated like a **** of plague would probably not have a good face.

"Right!" Dean Fatty seemed to have suddenly remembered something, his huge body hurriedly stood up from the seat, and said in a hurried tone that was almost broken:

"In order to celebrate your successful recovery, this sanatorium has decided to hold a grand banquet, please be sure to attend the banquet."

As a result of his promotion, Yale was awarded the Blood Eagle Cross, the highest rank in the empire, as a reward. He jumped two ranks in a row. Now he is an arrogant Count, and he is also the Count of the Blue Knight with the honorary title.

According to legal principles and conventions, as long as the empire expands its territory, it can replace the jurisdiction of a colony in another world with land, and become a solitary prince.

"My time is tight, so the banquet is unnecessary." The black-haired knight waved his hand, walked to the other party's desk, and held the dean's nameplate on the brown table in his hand:

"I want to discuss a business with you."

"Lord Count, please make it clear." Edmund's face was filled with a pleasing smile, but his heart was stunned for a while. The knight master was not trying to blackmail himself, right?

"As far as I know, this is a private nursing home, and you own 60% of the equity, right?"

"This..." His forehead began to seep sweat again, and he was already secretly pondering how much blood he had drawn today.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of extorting or forcibly occupying this nursing home. I just want to buy 10% of your equity at twice the market value."

"That's three million Sol."

Edmund's dangling heart suddenly let go. After a long time, the earl wants to buy shares, and it is only 10%, and the price is reasonable. This is a good thing.

"I can give it to you now." Yale took out the gold coupon from his shirt pocket, picked up the quill on the desk, and signed the name and amount on it.

"I'll go through the equity transfer procedures for you right away."

"Not for me, but for Louise."

The black-haired knight pushed open the window next to the desk, and the sunlight and the breeze mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees poured in at the same time. Looking down from here, he could just see the busy little nurse in the garden.

After watching Louise silently for a while, he turned to Edmund and said:

"Her father is Jerein Bond, one of the heroes who died in the Hundred Days of Holy War. I was fortunate enough to serve as his subordinate. The daughter he left in the world is my relative! This is where she pursues her dreams, I have no intention of interfering, but I also want her to be happy and happy, you know what I mean?"

"I think I get it very well!"

The sweat that had just stopped in front of the fat dean's forehead suddenly rolled down again. Just the title of the orphan of the holy war hero is no longer the object that he can offend. Now there is a promising earl as a backer. Did he hire a nurse, or was he hired as a nanny?

"You don't need this expression either. She is a good child and won't do anything out of the ordinary." Yale glanced at him coldly, then turned his head again, and continued to look at Louise from a height, the corners of his lips suddenly Smile again.

"Of course, this is my honor." Edmund continued to laugh, and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"By the way, the crying statue of Saint Cadia here is a fake, right?" The black-haired knight noticed the cross on his chest, and suddenly remembered the crying statue.

"It's really a fake." Dean Fatty admitted frankly that if it were the real thing, the value of his sanatorium would more than triple.

"Do you know where the real thing is?"

"I don't know. This sanatorium was originally not in my hands. Because the location is too remote, and there are more monsters than people in Celtic, the business has not been very good. After I took over, it all depended on the House of Commons. I have a few connections, and I can barely make a profit after taking over a lot of business in many countries. Long before I took over, the crying image was there, and the dean at that time wanted to fool me. Fortunately, I have friends who understand the market and know that it is a Western Babies."

"Forget it." Yale looked away from the cross and temporarily suppressed his curiosity about the crying statue.