Fairy’s Box

"A golden egg?"

Charlene glanced at the things in his palm, her expression and tone were calm, because compared to the priceless gem in her arms, a mere golden egg was really insignificant.

"At first I thought it was a golden egg, but now I feel the weight is wrong. It is much heavier than a pure gold egg." Yalei weighed the golden egg in his hand and felt that the material of the eggshell was very special. It was indeed gold. But heavier than gold itself.

"Then cut it open and have a look." She held the treasure chest fondly and replied absently.

Ka-!

Before he finished speaking, the golden egg suddenly cracked open.

"Why are you so impatient?" Charlene was immediately attracted to her attention, staring straight at the black-haired knight, with a trace of anger on her beautiful face.

"No." He stared blankly at the eggshell, even though he didn't exert any force, the eggshell cracked by itself.

Ka-!

There was another soft sound, and the gap in the eggshell gradually increased, revealing the yellowish fluff inside. At the same time, a fresh breath of life burst out from the inside of the golden egg.

"A living golden egg?" The green-haired girl was taken aback, her small lips grew into an O shape.

"It actually hatched?" Yale took a breath of air in surprise, his eyes glued to the eggshell for a moment.

Crack-knock-!

The eggshell swayed more and more, and when it was about to shake into a vibrating egg, a small and flat beak finally pecked the eggshell, revealing a small fluffy head, staring at the black-haired knight, opening his mouth with a sound. crisp tweet:

"Cuck!"

It was a duck egg...

This duckling hatched from the golden egg is as strong and unusual as its breath. The fleshy little wings flapped a few times and shattered the golden eggshell that bound the body. It is indeed a strange thing bred by the golden egg. .

"so cute!"

Charlene's resistance to cute things was negative, she screamed excitedly, immediately dropped the treasure box in her hand, and carefully stretched out her hands, trying to take the duckling into her own hands.

"Cuck!"

Duckling was very disrespectful, pecked her fingers fiercely, and at the same time flapped her wings and flew to Yalei's shoulders, and then arrogantly spread her wings, in a posture of coming over when you feel like it.

"It's rare for a duckling hatched from a golden egg to be so squeamish at birth."

The black-haired knight stretched out his hand to his shoulder, ready to be pecked, but the little guy honestly admitted that he was doing it, and was directly held back in his hands.

"Can you talk?" Yale approached the other party tentatively.

"Crack!" The duckling stretched his neck and rubbed a few times in his palm.

"It doesn't seem to be." Charlene withdrew her hands angrily and gave him a tasteful look: "It seems to treat you as a mother, and this is the case with newly born birds."

"Are you going to keep it?" he asked bluntly.

"Of course!" The green-haired girl said firmly, there are little animals that are still alive and kicking in Glamorgan, and if you miss this one, there will be no more.

"Then keep it! Anyway, this little guy can't eat much." Looking at the other party's dark eyes, Yale also felt that he was very compatible, and he kept it as a pet.

"Let's choose a name... You are not allowed to speak." Knowing the taste of the other party's name, Charlene directly vetoed his right to be named. After careful consideration for a few seconds, she said with a smile:

"Dondner! Just call it Donald."

"Cuck!"

Duckling didn't buy her account at all, just turned her head away, and turned a deaf ear.

"Dondner, just call Dondner."

The black-haired knight was too lazy to fight for the right to name, and the name sounded good, so he directly approved the title.

"Quack quack!"

Donald reacted instantly, flapping his body excitedly, twisting it on his palm, as if to celebrate that he had a name.

"From now on, Donald will be raised by you." Yale solemnly handed the duckling to Charlene, patted its head and said:

"You want to listen to Charlene, you know?"

"Cuck!" Donald stared at him aggrieved, and was reluctantly picked up by the green-haired girl.

The black-haired knight picked up the treasure box on the ground and returned to the Earl's House with Charlene, who was overjoyed with her pet. Then the two of them quickly got some jerky and tried to feed Donald.

Unexpectedly, the little guy has a good appetite and is not picky eaters at all. He just eats a lot, almost as much as a child. I really don’t know how his small body can hold so much food.

After letting the ghost maid build a hut for Donald in the lounge, the two put the treasure chest on the table top of the coffee table, and sat looking at each other, and began to discuss business.

"Each of these sapphires is about 100 carats. According to the current market price, a 100-carat sapphire is worth more than 20 million sol... There are fifty-three in this treasure box... There is no doubt that this is a pen Invaluable wealth."

Charlene held Donald, her eyes flashed with shrewd light, and looked at each other seriously:

"How are you going to use this wealth?"

"After the initial planning of the territory is completed, it is time to use the money. Moreover, putting so many gems on the market at one time will definitely cause depreciation, so don't worry for the time being."

Yale spread out Glamorgan's large map, pointed to the land near Death Spring, and said with all his attention: "This visit to Death Spring has yielded a lot. There are thousands of hectares of fertile soil that can be developed into large farms."

"Can the crops we produce here be sold?"

The green-haired girl looked at him suspiciously. Glamorgan was famous, and with the radiation here, even if the plants grown here could be eaten, who would dare to buy them?

"How do you know if you can eat it if you don't plant it? If you can eat it, you don't have to be afraid of finding a buyer. If our people don't eat it, we can sell it to the tree elves at a lower price."

The black-haired knight was just going to try it, and turning Glamorgan into an agricultural land or something was not realistic at all.

"Sell to tree elves? Good idea!"

Of course, Charlene knows about the tree elves. Her family's reputation with the tree elves can stop children from crying at night. After her grandfather did some harm, her father went to do harm again. This daughter of hers should also inherit the ancestral business!

"But how?" she asked again.

"Glamorgan faces the sea to the south, so it could have been shipped by sea, just dig a canal and build a port there. But it is covered with snow and ice all the year round... If the snow there can be solved, the crops produced will be I can sell it." The black-haired knight looked at the white frozen area marked on the map, and frowned with a headache.

"But the sea around there is also frozen all the year round, otherwise we wouldn't turn around and come in from the southwest corner."

"That's why we have to solve it, otherwise we can't sell the food we produce, but these are things to come later. Unfortunately, our territory cannot be moved to residents, and there is no way to hire craftsmen. It's really troublesome to rely on these tree demons for infrastructure construction. It's going to die." Yale glanced at the white mushrooms basking in the sun outside the window, and suddenly became discouraged.

"It's really impossible. We can hire mercenaries. With our savings and this treasure, it should be easy to build a few roads and farms, right?"

Charlene counted with her fingers, and found that if she did this, at least half of this batch of property could be consumed, and she didn't know when she would be able to return the money.

"Mercenary... mercenary..." Yale pondered the word in a trance, grasping a hint of inspiration.

"What happened to the mercenary?"

"Maybe this is a good way!" The black-haired knight suddenly folded his palms and said energetically: "Maybe, we can build Glamorgan into a mercenary training base!"

"Mercenary training base?"

Charlene was stunned at first, then quickly recalled it, and immediately raised her upper body with enthusiasm: "You mean to build this territory into various training grounds?"

"That's it! Since not having a population is a burden, it can also be turned into an advantage. With the entire territory as the base plate, there aren't many such large-scale mercenary training bases in the world, right?"

Yale drew a circle along the border of Glamorgan with his finger, and looked at each other excitedly: "Also, we don't lack sparring partners?"

"The sparring partner? You mean Albert?" The green-haired girl's eyes lit up, and she looked at him with admiration: "The sparring partner who can't be beaten to death, this is a wonderful idea!"

"It's not just it... but also Gorivis... and that nightmare, all of which can be the opponents of the sparring, as long as I have to wait for them to surrender completely."

"Why is there no Dryad?" Charlene reminded him that he had left out an important role.

"The tree demon can't do it. It is the only one who pays the tax voluntarily. I also promised to give shelter. The tree demon forest will be temporarily listed as a safe area in Glamorgan!" Yalei did not want to break the promise, and his territory still needs Dryads help complete the construction.

"By the way, what did you do to Gorevis?"

"During the battle with it, I discovered the derivative ability of the fear field." As he spoke, he put the index finger of his right hand between his eyebrows, and his expression gradually became solemn:

"My psychic powers formed a semi-substantial realm where Gorevis is now being held, which I named the realm of fear."

"Domain?" Charlene's eyes were filled with confusion.

"It's hard to tell, let me show you the demo, where is Albert?"

"Here." She took out the crystal bottle from the pocket of her skirt and handed it to the other person's hand.

"See clearly."

Raising the fear field to the limit, Yalei's eyes shot out two beams of golden light, trying to enter the state of the morning, with blue arcs splashing all over his body, and then twisting the bottle cap.

"I will get my revenge!"

Albert knew it was a trap, but he couldn't resist the temptation of freedom, and suddenly rushed out of the bottle cap.

At the same time, there was a gap in the black-haired knight's forehead, revealing a dark and deep space, and an invisible suction force was born out of thin air, directly sucking the wraith spirit that was weak to the limit.

"That's it." He closed his eyes tiredly, and the gap on his forehead closed.