Fairy’s Box

In the spacious mouth of the stone animal head, Albert lay on the tip of his tongue in agony, fully supporting the weak spiritual body, and roared with a dying breath:

"This is not Antrazu!"

"What do you mean?" Charlene tightened her slender eyebrows.

"Although after nearly a thousand years of integration and assimilation, it seems to be very close to the mainland of Anterassu, but it is very different from the outside world. Do I need to continue to explain?"

"..." She narrowed her eyes.

If you think about it carefully, the environment here is indeed very special. Ordinary people cannot survive, and people who are too powerful will be blocked. It is indeed very close to the instinct of self-protection of world consciousness.

"This is one of the world fragments embedded in the mainland of Antrazu in the world collision in the era of Gaius, and it is also one of the most indigestible cores. And our existence is equivalent to the guardian of this world, so we can not die. Immortal."

Having said this, Albert laughed wildly.

"..." Charlene looked at it sideways with a look of indifference.

These words may scare others, but they cannot scare her, who has a thousand-year heritage. According to historical records, Gaius is the fifth emperor of Rosevia. Like his father, he belongs to the monarch who has no luck with the wise.

Moreover, such a thing as tearing the whole world apart can only be realized if there is a huge difference in magnitude. From this, it can be seen that the world collision explained by Albert is just a routine foreign expedition of the empire.

Putting aside the bravado of the resentful spirits, to put it simply, the world that Glamorgan used to live in was easily destroyed by an emperor whose ability value was below the average level. That's all.

"The man's ability to enter the cracks of the world proves that the consciousness of this world has chosen it, and will soon be swallowed up by this land like us, and then reborn as a guardian!"

Albert grinned, his belly twitched, as if he wanted to see the green-haired girl's panicked expression.

"It can't do it."

Charlene shook her head gently, brushed over the topic, and continued to ask, "How much do you know about Death Spring?"

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

The face of the resentful spirit showed anger, the whole body swelled, and screamed bitterly: "You are already cursed, you know? You are cursed by the consciousness of this world!"

"enough!"

She turned her gaze back to Albert, with a smile on her face, but there was an icy chill in the depths of her eyes: "For thousands of years, countless worlds have been destroyed by my family's ancestors, and a mere fragment of a world can't scare me. ."

"..."

Albert was stunned by the powerful aura of the other party's innate aura. He was speechless for a while, and his body also became smaller. After a while, he asked solemnly:

"Who exactly are you?"

"Now is my question time."

Charlene's pretty face was covered with frost, her eyes showed an impatient look, her beautifully manicured nails tapped on the wooden handrail, and she repeated the question just now:

"How much do you know about Death Spring?"

"Its name is Gorevis, and it has been in a deep sleep state for a long time. Once awakened, it will pursue the disturber endlessly. Gorevis is much stronger than me, and Beverly didn't dare to disturb it back then. "

The resentful spirit suppressed the humiliation in his heart and responded indifferently.

"A name means consciousness? Spring water is also conscious?"

"Don't use conventional thinking to apply everything here. Gorevis has a strong self-awareness. If you have the courage, you can try to challenge."

"What about the weakness?" she continued.

"If you insist on adding a weakness to it, the inability to move is the weakness."

"Understood." Charlene took out the crystal bottle from the pocket of her skirt.

"Hey! What do you mean?"

Albert panicked the moment he saw the crystal bottle, and shouted with a trembling voice: "I can say anything, and now I just want to die!"

"Isn't killing you the same as letting you go? And you just said a little bit about something, and you claimed to have said everything. Who are you trying to deceive. As for what I want to ask, I haven't figured it out yet, so I can wait for a while. Time, when all the problems are solved, I will help you out."

"Slow down! How long will it take... ah ah!"

"θηλuk! otcoc!"

Accompanied by a cloud of green light, Albert returned to the narrow bottle, surrounded by mana, and it couldn't do anything except frantically scratch the wall of the bottle to no avail.

Before all the information was drained, the suffering of this wraith seemed to be far from over.

"Prepare dinner and hot water."

Charlene touched the ring between her fingers, stood up from the reclining chair, and walked inside the mansion.

...

During the hard work of the plants, a spacious river gradually appeared in the wilderness. No, the grass on both sides of the river has run out, and the mushrooms have cleaned it up, so it can no longer be called a wilderness.

Continue to cultivate for a few days, these tree demons and mushrooms should be able to complete the work of digging rivers independently. Building a city is a technical job, but they should be no problem to move bricks.

"Okay, that's it for today." Yale clapped his palms, signaling them to stop work.

The plants immediately stopped their work, moved their bodies slowly, stood facing him one by one, and waited for the next order from their superiors.

A few minutes later, hundreds of jack-o-lanterns with wooden barrels on their heads, led by the Headless Horseman, floated over. The wooden barrels above their heads are filled with grass ash, a simple natural fertilizer, the raw material is the grass plucked by the mushrooms.

Then, Yale distributed rewards to the dryads according to the size of their official positions. Each of the six captains received a bucket, each of the sixty captains received half a bucket, and the team leaders each received a quarter of a bucket, and the privates divided the rest. leftovers.

Judging from the jumpy body language of the dryads, his approach was very effective.

You know, even grass ash is a rare fertilizer in the woods, and it has no place for them. The old tree demon treats its descendants with pain. Of course, all the benefits are given to the pines, who cares about the lives of these servants.

On the other hand, because the mushrooms are not interested in the fertilizer of plant ash, the black-haired knights also have other rewards. They are different from the mushrooms in the outside world. They like a sunny, warm and comfortable environment. Throughout the entire Glamorgan, there should be no better than the courtyard of the Lord's Palace. A more suitable place.

As a result, thousands of naive white mushrooms crowded into the courtyard in such a hustle and bustle, swaying their caps side by side, and began to bathe in the sun in various poses. Of course, there are also differential treatment here. The bigger the official position, the more it depends on the center of the courtyard, and the private soldiers can only stay on the periphery.

In any case, despite the differential treatment, the living standards of the plants have improved.