Fairy’s Box

The New Year's calendar is 1495, July.

Three months have passed since the effective date of the "Mutual Aid Agreement" signed by the Antrazu-Rosevian Empire and the Ovidis-Tree Elf Royal Court. Under the pressure of the huge gap in the jihad pension, the time-space tunnel between the two worlds Completed early.

With the circulation of trade, a large number of poor tree elves poured into Antrazu, seeking a new life and destiny. Since the two worlds had collided and communicated as early as a thousand years ago, the difference in living environment between them is not large. After paying the price of 30% of their deaths, more than 50,000 tree elves have survived all kinds of acclimatization. disease.

Among them, nearly 20,000 tree elves are elite warriors. After a month of training and splitting, they will be stationed in the southern barren swamp as foreign mercenaries for a long time to fight against the increasingly rampant jungle savages.

Most of the remaining 30,000 tree elves could not survive. For the sake of sunshine and food, they signed harsh contracts with the tribal leaders and had to leave their hometowns and drifted to the legendary human beings who flowed fresh milk and nectar everywhere. The world finds a way to survive.

The entire empire, from the top to the bottom, has affirmed the cabinet's plan to use the barbarians to control the barbarians. The trade between the two worlds has benefited the capitalists. With the massive "dumping" of commodities, the lower-level hired workers and farmers also benefited. Recruiting tree elf warriors to guard the frontiers has eased the financial pressure of the financially stretched empire, and can concentrate more energy on suppressing the Papal State.

Although some people questioned that the policy of mercenaries stationing in the southern border would easily cause the tail of the tree elves to be too big, they demanded to raise the threshold for obtaining land or simply cancel the contract for granting land. Faced with this kind of request, the cabinet bosses could only shake their heads with a wry smile. There is no land where they can take root, so why should they and Heiman be desperate?

Although the tree elves are poor, they are not stupid.

However, this kind of public opinion has been suppressed. In addition to the real interests, the appearance of the tree elves is also a big plus. Although they are really poor, they are all handsome and beautiful, with slender and flexible bodies. It is very in line with human aesthetics.

Moreover, after thousands of years of war, the tree elves are getting weaker and weaker, and the human beings are getting stronger and stronger. As long as the empire survives the period of weakness after this massive blood loss, let alone 20,000 tree elves, even 2 million can be slaughtered.

With their appearance and hard work (mainly the former), tree elves easily integrate into human society, and in terms of quality of life, they get everything they can dream of.

But...and paid a terrible price.

Since the appearance of these beautiful creatures with pointed ears in Antrazu, the middle and upper classes of the empire have set off a wave of **** and play with tree elves, regardless of gender, and gradually evolved into a terrible phenomenon that is in short supply.

If there is demand, there will naturally be interest, and if there is interest, someone will seize the opportunity. Under the manipulation of these people, more than 90% of the more than 30,000 tree elves have become the playthings of nobles and capitalists.

…

Gaul, as a prosperous province in the empire after the Apennine region and Asia region, even in the middle of the night, the streets are still full of traffic and pedestrians.

A beautiful lady walked into the club in the heart of the downtown area. She wore light makeup, covered her face with a silk scarf, and was wearing a long green dress. She was slender and well-proportioned. She is completely a lady's daughter in the upper class.

Stepping into the club's foyer, her elegant demeanor disappeared immediately, becoming tense and restrained.

John, who had been successfully promoted by offering beauty, had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Aisha walking by, he hurriedly nodded and leaned over, and said with a smile:

"You are finally here. Mr. Charles and the guests have been waiting for you for a long time. Come in!"

The interior space of the club is not large, the decoration is relatively low-key, and the interior is dark, so it can be seen that it is not an entertainment place in the conventional sense.

At John's request, Elsa wore a pair of silver-white blindfolds with a pointed chin, looking extremely beautiful.

Due to the rigid regulations, the female waiters here also wear various masks and elegant costumes, holding trays and walking back and forth in the hall.

"Aisha, my sweetheart, come here quickly." Charles' voice came from afar, his voice full of admiration.

After obtaining the tree spirit Aisha, this old gentleman in his forties seemed to be rejuvenated with a second spring, and his speech and demeanor were full of energy and enthusiasm.

In his words, it is the flame of true love that regenerates himself from the ashes.

She smiled shyly, walked quickly to the other side, carefully separated a distance, and sat beside Charles.

"Mr. Deanqi, this is Miss Aisha, the best actor here." Charles didn't care about Aisha's restraint at all, he wrapped his arms around the other's soft waist and introduced to the guests.

"Hello, Miss Aisha." Dean Qi gave her a grin.

"Hello, Mr. Deanqi." Elsa lowered her head and responded warmly.

"You and I are old friends and know each other well, so I'll just say straight to the point. I hope Elsa can play the role of Mrs. Einzbern in your script. Can you think of it?"

Charles puffed out a cigar, turned his head and glanced at the guard behind him, who immediately took out a gold coupon and placed it on the table top of the black glass coffee table.

"Mr. Charles, this is a bit late. The dean has already appointed a candidate. I'm sorry." Dai Enqi didn't look at the golden coupon on the table, and his face showed a look of embarrassment.

"It is precisely because I have appointed a candidate that I will consult with you." Charles blew out a smoke ring, pressed his left hand against the golden coupon on the table, and sent it to the other party's hand:

"Look at the numbers, I promise you won't be disappointed."

"…"

Dai Enqi glanced at the golden coupon, and was immediately frightened by the series of numbers on it. He asked nervously: "Mr. Charles, forgive me, this money is enough to pay for the entire performance. Why do you..."

"Because I promised Aisha that I would definitely make her popular in Gaul, and even in the whole country." The old gentleman laughed, took Aisha's slender hand, and kissed it heavily.

"..." Miss Tree Elf blushed and said nothing.

"In order to fulfill my promise, I have read hundreds of scripts. Only Mr. Deanqi, your zero destiny has this potential. Money is just a number to me. I hope you can fulfill my wishes."

He looked at the silent Dai Enqi and continued: "As far as I know, the copyright of this script is still in your hands. If you speak, even the director of the theater will have to consider it."

"Yes."

Dai Enqi pondered for a moment, and then slowly exhaled: "I will do my best, but I have to let Miss Aisha and I go to the audition together, and everything after that depends on her ability."

"Thank you very much." Charles showed satisfaction and raised the wine glass in his hand:

"Cheers to our friendship."

"Cheers." He raised his glass with a smile.

…

Inside a private carriage with a gold family crest.

"Daenqi is one of the best screenwriters in recent years. Every script can be popular, and there are countless actors who are popular. As long as there is his script and my financial resources, you will be popular in Gaul, Aisha. It's just a matter of time." Charles put his arms around Aisha and said vaguely.

"Thank you." She moved her thin lips slightly, and said in a voice that only she could hear.

"Mr. Charles, today is Madam's birthday, and she asked you to go home for dinner." The voice of the attendant came from outside the carriage.

"It's her birthday again. She has several birthdays a year, don't worry about her!" The old gentleman immediately became furious, and did not hide his disgust at all.

"You better go back." Elsa looked at him timidly.

"Don't worry about her."

Charles ripped open the front of his clothes, took Miss Tree Elf into his arms, and said contentedly, "Come on, let's go to our house...with Marta..."

"Hmm." Her expression was serene and docile.

"Besides that, I have a present for you."

The old gentleman observed the other party's expression and said with a smile:

"I hired three tutors for Marta to teach her etiquette, martial arts, and literature, which can help her better integrate into society."

"Thank you." Elsa looked at him tenderly, showing a touch of emotion just right.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Charles laughed again, he hadn't laughed so happily for a long time, and stared at Miss Tree Elf dotingly.

In the dimly lit carriage, Aisha's complexion appeared even whiter, like the luster of porcelain. In contrast, her thin lips showed only a touch of blood, and her blue eyes were extremely clear.

"Aisha, you are so beautiful." He murmured obsessively.

"Come on, I want to see Marta soon," she begged, leaning on the old gentleman's chest

"Good good! Let's go!"

Charles can be said to be responsive to Aisha, even if the other party wants the moon, he will find a way to buy it in the market.

"…"

Miss Tree Elf narrowed her eyes obediently, and a hint of coldness flashed in an instant.

Aisha knew very well that she had no way to turn back. After coming to the human world, she seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and was inevitably engulfed by the sludge.

Fortunately, this man loves herself very much, and even pets Marta very much, but she clearly knows that these are all illusory, and the so-called promises will one day be turned into waste paper.

Only what you own is real.

In order to come to the human world, Aisha also owed a huge foreign debt from the leader. Although Charles promised to pay for himself, who can be sure of the future.

One day she will lose her favor. At that time, where else can she go?

For the sake of himself and for Marta, he must be ruthless and grab as much profit as possible from this man.