Fairy’s Box

During the banquet, Yalei and Charlene temporarily put aside their troubles, and had a good chat with Aured. After three rounds of drinking, the major put down his glass and said curiously:

"Your Excellency, the gun that your majesty gave you is said to have a special origin, can you let me see it?"

"no problem."

The black-haired knight and his lover looked at each other and nodded at the same time, thinking that it was not a big deal, he strode to the metal box, tore off the blockade above, and moved it to the dining table.

Kacha-!

The moment the lid of the box was completely removed, a scorching sun-like golden light burst out from the box, instantly covering the bright lights in the hall. At this moment, the three of them seemed to be inside the rising sun.

After barely getting used to the golden glow in full bloom, Yale looked at the light source and found that the things in the box were as bright as the solidified sun fire, and the whole body was wrapped in a layer of golden light that could not be seen directly.

The gun body is slender and smooth, up to nine feet long. The tip of the gun is in the shape of a rising sun. There are five sharp sharp angles that imitate the sun. Corona!

It's more like a scepter than a gun.

Om-!

The black-haired knight's waist Arondite suddenly let out a sword cry, vibrated and rushed out of the scabbard, showing an incomparable half-foot blade, and a bright sword light spread out in a circle, like the surface of a lake A circle of faint ripples appeared on it, and it was like a shock wave that erupted when a huge mass hit.

call--!

The golden spear shone brightly at the same time, and the sound of breaking wind in the hall was one after another, and the dazzling golden light in the lake-like sword light turned and soared, flowing like a dragon, and then gradually dimmed...

Woo-!

Seeing that his own brilliance was suppressed by the latecomers, like a bullied child, the holy sword let out an unwilling whimper and retracted its scabbard, returning to its former calm.

It's selling well...

Yale looked at this extremely cool looking gun, and the conflict in his heart was quickly diluted. In order to show that he was not a person who likes the new and hates the old, he patted Arondite on the waist, saying that his favorite weapon will always be it. .

The black-haired knight held the undead blade of unknown origin, held it in front of him, and found a line of beautiful characters engraved on the barrel of the gun. Although he did not know the words at all, he knew the meaning of the characters in his heart, as if there were A voice was whispering softly in my ear:

"The fire devoured me, and the thunder smashed the gods."

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Aured stretched his neck and stared at the sharp gun obsessively, then quickly shook his head and clapped his hands.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Yale smugly laughed on his back, swung the spear around a few times in his hand, and said with his mouth closed: "Tsk tsk tsk... Look at this shape, look at this blinding light, even if it's a bit of a bad reputation, I I also recognize it, how cool and cool."

"..."

The green-haired girl shook her head helplessly, and sat back on the seat with her chin resting, with a melancholy expression.

Similar to poisonous snakes, the more beautiful something looks, the more dangerous it is. Haven't you heard of such a thing... This thick-lined man is really heartless to a certain level.

The two men touched the spear and appreciated it for a full fifty minutes, before temporarily restraining from Charlene's unpleasant coughing sound, they put the weapons in the box with no end in sight, and then finished their dinner as quickly as chewing wax.

...

After sending off the purple-haired major, the green-haired girl suddenly became annoyed when she saw Yale's smirk holding the spear, grabbed the spear from his hand, and said angrily:

"Idiot, I'm so happy to get a vase spear, I'm really mad at me!"

"Vase gun?"

The black-haired knight was stunned, unable to accept the name of the love gun, and said sternly: "How can you say a vase, you saw it just now, even a holy sword of the level of Arondite is inferior to it. ."

"But it's useless, you idiot!"

Charlene frantically swung the spear's volley into the air, and said angrily:

"I have found information about this gun in the family library. I know its origin better than you. It can be said that this gun is useless except for its good looks."

"Why do you say that?" Yale still had a suspicious expression on his face.

The green-haired girl took a deep breath of cold air, forced herself to calm down, and narrated seriously:

"Let me tell you directly, there are five forms of this blade of annihilation that can be converted to each other, but no one knows the way of conversion, so it will always remain in the form of a scepter without combat power, which means... it can only be used as an ornament. !"

"..."

The black-haired knight's face suddenly turned ashen, and he glanced at the blade of the inextinguishable dully, and then seemed to have something, and asked with a trace of spirit:

"No, since it's useless, why did His Majesty the Emperor give it to me?"

"You have to know... The old man doesn't know how many treasures there are in His Majesty's arsenal of light... Not to mention the use and performance of weapons..." Charlene said with one hand covering her forehead.

"Anyway...let me try it first."

Yale's mood completely fell into a trough, but still holding on to a glimmer of hope, he took the Blade of Destruction from the green-haired girl and decided to spend some time researching.

...

A week later, the black-haired knight had to stop the research, because the gun really didn't obey his orders at all, and it was like a sea of ​​vindictiveness pouring into it, how much it absorbed, but there was no response.

The power projected is not as good as that of ordinary spears, the latter at least has a reasonable physical appearance, while the former only has the performance of night lighting.

Regrettably, Yale could only temporarily put it into the cold palace. Apart from the daily routine input of grudge, he no longer expected this gun to play a role in actual combat.

Since the heavy snow has not stopped during this period, and there is an increasing trend, the mountain road and wilderness are completely sealed into a snowy area, so the connection between the Governor's Palace and Girard is temporarily interrupted.

In order to regain contact with the other party and obtain more information about himself, he decided to infiltrate the Highland Kingdom again and wait for the opportunity to find out the origin of the short gun.

...

Celtic, northern Highlands.

In the evening, the earth was completely covered by a layer of snow and ice, and the sky could not see the setting sun, only the increasingly dim light of the sky could be seen. The northern harbour built on the seaside and the mountains is still a bustling scene. Rune warriors carry fuel lamps and line up in a long line stretching from the pier to the halfway up the mountain. From a distance, the lights are connected together. blockbuster.

As the night comes, the promenade of fire lights flashes with the snow in the dark night, propping up a spreading light belt of silver light, giving people the feeling of a world in a fairy tale, full of an unreal illusion sense.

But for the farmers who worked under the supervision of the rune warriors, this was undoubtedly a drudgery. Each of them had to carry two or three heavy material boxes from the dock to the mountainside.

It’s all about working hard in the wind and snow, and what’s even worse is that there is no salary, because it belongs to the common people’s labor, and the king and his ministers only need to manage two meals a day.

When the laborers were trudging through the snow, among the tall buildings surrounded by evergreen trees halfway up the mountain, the brightest ancient castle was brightly lit at the moment, and it was obvious that someone was holding some kind of event. One by one, the noble and noble ladies in dresses and furs, dressed in elegant clothes, and with extraordinary conversations, all whispered and talked softly under the bright lights.

"Damn it!"

Nancy cursed for the thousandth time in her heart, carrying a dinner plate full of glasses through the narrow aisle, shuttling among the well-dressed crowd, and delivering glasses of expensive wine to the hands of the guests.

The pale golden Highland whisky was swaying in the glass, and several businessmen dressed in pale golden furs were gathering together, talking in a strange dialect that she did not understand at all, the sound was like the crunch of boots stepping on the snow. The sound made the beautiful waitress keep slandering to herself.

The screaming cold wind, sandwiched by sparse and small snowflakes, rushed in from the crevices of the old castle, but Nancy, who was lightly dressed, did not see anything unusual, and circled around these guests like a butterfly.

After the smuggling trade network between the northern and southern Celts was forced to be interrupted, it was a great blow to the Highland Kingdom. This trade channel not only brought in tens of billions of sols each year, but also allowed the garrison to pass through Hadrian's Wall. Replenish some supplies from the south.

But now the trade route is interrupted, and the parts of the materials that are vacant in the Highland Kingdom are all supported by the Free Alliance, which has also led to the beginning of abnormal prosperity of this port leading to the Atlantic Ocean.

If you have money in your hand, of course you have to spend it, and this ancient castle is a gold-selling cave for local businessmen and nobles to share the spoils. Pretty casual waiters are half the price.

Even a high-level rune warrior with extraordinary skills can be avoided by her without a trace. After two or three times, no matter how stupid people are, they will understand that this girl is not easy to mess with.

Nancy hated the cold, and she hated the vulgar aristocrats in this place. If it weren't for the sudden heavy snow and the accidental travel expenses, she wouldn't want to stay here for a second.

After the drinks were delivered, she rested beside the crystal ice sculpture lamppost, and sadly calculated her income from working tonight, and her favor for the Celtics decreased again.

Why did the Federation have a cold war with Roservia... I had to smuggle it when I traveled.

Thinking of this, she turned her head and glanced out the window again. The white lighthouse at the pier was still glowing with blue light, matched with the surrounding white snow scene, like a candle poked on a cream cake.

At the beginning, I was looking at this lighthouse, and I came to the first stop of this trip with longing, and then... I was deceived by the professional liar at the wharf.

"Nancy, it's almost time, the boss asked you to prepare for the performance."

Just when the temporary waiter missed his once bulging purse, a beautiful "female leopard" in his twenties, with red lips and white teeth, and an immeasurably mature figure came over.

A golden leopard skin high-forked coat was tightly wrapped around the other party's delicate and embossed body, making her graceful body tremble with her steps, exuding a wild and **** taste.

"..."

Nancy subconsciously looked at the pair of giant peaks that were shaking up and down, and then looked at her slightly undulating hills, her eyes instantly became empty and obscure.

"Nancy! Did you hear me?"

The "Leopard Girl" didn't care about the greedy eyes of the surrounding guests, instead she threw a few winks at them, and then turned her eyes to the newcomer who was working opposite, and repeated the words just now:

"Get ready to perform!"

"I see!"

Inexplicably, the girl felt a burst of humiliation welling up in her heart, she raised her chin abruptly, and took heavy steps all the way, walking towards the backstage like a pile driver.

In order to save enough money and leave this sad country as soon as possible, in addition to serving as a waiter, Nancy also worked part-time another job. Every night at seven o'clock, she was officially working.

Backstage, the chubby person in charge of the castle immediately nodded to the girl, raised a short hand and shook it, the golden ring between his fingers drew a shining arc in the light.

However, Nancy, who was in a bad mood, didn't look at him, walked into her exclusive dressing room without saying a word, and then pulled the curtain heavily.

Although he was ignored by the other party, the person in charge still had a spring breeze on his face, and there was no hint of anger on his face. In the final analysis, it's just that during the few days this girl was here, the castle's income exceeded the sum of the usual two months.

...

Smartly avoiding pedestrians, Nancy, who was wearing a gray robe, carried a white high-back chair, walked slowly back to the middle of the castle hall, and placed the chair on the aisle under the chandelier.

The girl raised her hand and lifted the hood that covered half of her face, revealing her silky purple hair that fell to her shoulders and her slender eyebrows. Her eyes were bright, but slightly narrowed, with a touch of spirituality and vitality that transcended ordinary people. The whole face is fair and delicate, and the age should be less than twenty years old.

"Miss Nancy finally started acting!"

"We can't wait!"

"Let's get started!"

Amid the clamor of the crowd, she took out a harp from under the cloak, held it diagonally in front of her chest, turned the **** at one end slightly with one hand, and plucked the strings with the other hand, making a light and long sound. ding sound.

Determine the sound.

Nancy sat up straight, bowed her head slightly, beat the beat with her feet, and danced her fingers on the strings. The sound of the piano was short and tight, interspersed with sudden bursts of high notes. It sounded relaxed and lively, even temporarily covering the winter. of severe cold.

"The strong tea you want."

The Leopard Girl held a glass cup with hot tea and handed a figure wrapped in a black robe, and asked with a wink, "Do you need any other services? I'll be discounting 20% ​​tonight. Oh."

A pair of eyes under the black hood stared at the direction of the piano sound, and after a few seconds, he said in a vague voice: "No need to thank you..."

The upper class of the Highland Kingdom in the entire restaurant began to notice the unexpected music, and their eyes converged on the slender body, and some diners who were far away even left the table to take a closer look.

Nancy's fingers continued to dance rapidly on the strings, pressing the strings with one hand and playing with the other, and her hair fluttered slightly with the rhythm, seemingly ignoring the surrounding movement.

After the song was played, she finally raised her head and showed a shallow smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you, all the distinguished guests of the Highland Kingdom, new arrivals, please support me a lot."

The girl's voice was playful and sweet, just as beautiful as the sound of her piano. She looked around with her half-smiling eyes, and continued:

"I'm going to sing, a hundred sols."

Having said that, she winked her eyes and smiled a little shyly: "But you can't order songs, because I'm not very familiar with the songs of the Highland Kingdom."

"A hundred sols, when her voice is golden,"

Someone was talking in a low voice not far away, and his companion seemed to disagree: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know, Miss Nancy's singing is much more beautiful than the sound of gold colliding."

Nancy paused for a moment, then patted her forehead suddenly: "Ah! I forgot to mention the fee. Since I'm leaving soon, the fee will be doubled tonight."

There was an uproar in the castle, and a businessman in a black bear fur took the lead in shouting: "Miss Nancy, it's only been one night, and the price of your singing has doubled. Are you killing us as fools? "

The girl still kept a smile, not at all unhappy: "How can you say that, what is rare is precious, after tonight, you will no longer be able to hear my songs, isn't it? Is it worth the high price?"

She tilted her head and looked at the doubter with a wicked smile: "Actually, you can find someone to join forces to listen to music. Isn't this your businessman's favorite way to cooperate?"

There was a burst of laughter from the onlookers. They did have money, but Sol was a foreign currency. The reserves in the kingdom were limited, and Miss Nancy didn't want any other money. It was a bit helpless.

But a low and hoarse voice came from the corner of the castle:

"Come and sing whatever you want."

Nancy looked over there, the voice came from a single table, the speaker was still facing the wall, with a half cup of strong tea in his hand, he brought the cup to his lips, took a sip, and put it back on the table , then stretched his hands to his waist.

He took out two banknotes from his pocket, and flicked his wrist sharply. The banknotes flew obliquely to the sky, drawing a slender and blurred parabola in the light, flying over the crowd and shooting towards the direction where the girl was sitting. Only slender hands caught it in the air:

"Thank you sir."

The girl stuffed the two banknotes into the small bag around her waist, picked up the piano again, and put her hands on the strings: "Then, noble lord, what song do you want to listen to?"

"Whatever." The tall figure in the corner still didn't turn his head.

"Then let's play 'The Fall of Siegfried'."

The girl's fingers gently tugged the strings, the melody was soft and slow, the tone was crisp but not loud, she raised her head, lightly parted her lips, and the voice was high and long.

"...when noble Siegfried squatted down at the spring, Hagen stabbed a shot at the cross on his back, the blood of the heart splattered from the wound, and Hagen committed this crime as a warrior, There was no one else in the afterlife. He stabbed the point of his spear deep into his heart, and fled in the greatest fear. No other samurai had made him escape so terribly. Siegfried already knew he was suffering. Seriously wounded, the warrior immediately jumped up from the spring and was furious. A short spear was still stuck in his back. He wanted to reach out for his sharp spear or sword. If he took Hagen, his sins would be reported in front of his eyes..."