Fairy’s Box

In the evening, everyone sat around the table laughing and joking, ready to enjoy dinner, but Yale sat upright in his seat, holding the latest documents in his hand and constantly flipping through his eyes, staring straight at him. One of the lines of text didn't move, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Although Kara and the others didn't understand why, the aura of not being angry and arrogant still made them a little awe-inspiring. The black-haired knight's straight governor's uniform and neatly trimmed short hair added to the seriousness.

In fact, Yale's mind was blank at the moment. Since the unfortunate accident at noon, when he saw Lydia, he would think of many discordant images.

In order to prevent himself from messing around, he had to use the paperwork to divert his attention, but...the effect was not very good.

"Are...it's dinner time."

Charlene tapped the white porcelain cup in front of her with a silver spoon and reminded him in a low voice.

"Oh! Let's start then."

He raised his right hand and motioned for the ghost maids to start serving dishes. His eyes circled around the table, and after inadvertently touched Lydia, who was secretly raising her head, the two separated in an instant like an electric shock.

The black-haired knight buried his head back in the document with a guilty conscience, and the latter smashed his face directly on the dinner plate, and with a bang, the smashed table trembled slightly.

"..." Such a violent reaction caused everyone to look at him, wondering what was going on with this female knight who turned herself into a poisonous beauty.

When the hot red glow on her face faded, Lydia slowly raised her head, only to find that everyone was looking at her secretly.

"Nothing! Just because I got a little too excited after getting the isolation bracelet."

As it turned out, everyone showed an expression of understanding.

"Did you rest well last night?" Charlene looked at the female knight and asked with concern, but her plain tone lacked the essence of greeting.

"Very good." The other party replied in a slightly embarrassed tone.

calm! Anyway, I saw it once when I was in the Black Seat, what a big deal!

Yale put down the document in his hand, picked up his beloved large glass teacup and took a sip of strong tea. After stabilizing his emotions, he said slowly:

"There is news from the insider from the Highland King that Prince Kenneth has been successfully promoted to a legendary rune warrior. It is said that a rune warrior of this level is rarely seen in a hundred years."

At this time, the ghost maids brought aperitifs, including sherry, gin, and highland whisky, and poured a shallow sip for them according to their own choice.

Clark took a sip of his wine glass, looked at his companions left and right, and said in confusion, "Rune warrior? Is that the kind of Celtic who wears a black robe and uses all kinds of hidden weapons to hurt people?"

Because of the long-term embargo and isolation, the Rosevians know very little about the people who have been crushed all the way to the island by themselves, but there are often Celts in some horror stories.

They wore black cloaks and hoods, their entire bodies hidden in the darkness, with straw-like hair, pale skin, and red eyes that glowed at night.

There are even stories that they use kid urine, oh, and sometimes virgin blood, or dead people's hair, crow's nails, bat poop, or something like that to strengthen weapons or their own power... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh What is it, it's always the villain anyway.

"On this point, I think Kara, who has fought with them, has the most say." After speaking, the black-haired knight glanced at the whisky with his index finger, but Charlene filled a whole cup of strong tea again.

"I've seen rune warriors at the legion commander level."

Carla raised her neck and took a sip of sherry, and smacking her lips with satisfaction: "It took so long without being eliminated. The combat effectiveness is indeed not low, but it should not be an opponent of any of the natural disaster knights here."

"Legendary level is one level higher than Legion Commander level?" While speaking, Nicole cut a goose leg for herself, and then turned her eyes to the black-haired knight.

"Yes." Yale nodded.

"Then there's nothing to worry about, right?"

A certain man who claimed to have quit drinking put his tongue into the wine glass, licked it around, and said in a daze: "The legion commander level can't beat us, and the legendary level can't beat us."

"..."

The black-haired knight continued to take a sip of strong tea in a bit of depression, just shook his head gently, and said nothing.

Next, the appetizer caviar served on the ghost maid. Bruno used a fishbone spoon to scoop up a spoonful and put it into his mouth, spread it lightly on his tongue, and slowly crushed the caviar with the tip of his tongue, enjoying That delicious and smooth feeling, and after the aftertaste dissipated, I took a sip of the gin.

Nicole dug a full spoonful by herself, and diligently dug a full spoonful for Clark, then asked with a smile:

"Don't speak, does it mean that you have no confidence?"

"It's not."

Yale picked up the napkin and wiped his lips lightly:

"If the gap between the Legion Commander and the Legendary Rune Warriors is the gap between the fourth and fifth orders, it's nothing. If it is the gap between the third and fourth orders...it's a little troublesome."

"However, why does this legendary rune warrior appear every so long?" Clark said with a puzzled look:

"Is it very demanding for talent?"

"Talent is one aspect, and the more important thing is probably not having money."

Carla swallowed a mouthful of fruit salad, leaned her body on the back of the chair, turned the knife in her hand, and chuckled:

"The spy chief I killed last time, when he got serious, he summoned a bunch of weapons of various performances, including attacking, defensive, healing, reconnaissance, interference, and sneak attack. It's a mobile arsenal. If I hadn't reacted fast enough, I would have been plotted."

"So you have to be careful in the future." The black-haired knight solemnly instructed.

The ghost servants brought sweet soup, Charlene stirred the soup gently with a spoon, and the spoon hit the inner wall of the porcelain bowl, making a soft ding-dong sound.

"The rune warriors themselves are nothing more than that. We also need to be careful of the back-hands of the Pope and the Federation of Mages. They may support some dangerous weapons in the Highland Kingdom." She said a little in a trance.

"We also have new weapons."

Carla raised her eyebrows slightly and motioned for the maid to fill her with sherry, but the other party poured a large cup of strong tea. He immediately raised his head dissatisfied, and found that Yale was holding a cup of strong tea to signal to him.

"..."

Even with his butt, he could think of who gave it to him. The man could only take a sip of strong tea that was indistinguishable from tea milk with a bitter face.

Next up is the tuna fillet.

Lydia carefully pressed the round lemon slices with a knife so that the aroma of the lemon penetrated into the delicious fish, and then fork, dipped in the sauce beside the plate, and ate it happily. .

This way of tuna made her feel the taste of her hometown.

In fact, the same is true. The tuna fillet of the ghost maid was specially requested by the black-haired knight. It can be said to be a pure Corsican flavor.

Clark took another sip:

"New weapons?"

"There is also a new type of army, you will see it soon." Yale frowned and took a sip of the sweet soup, then pushed it aside.

"What shall we do?"

Clark chewed the food that his girlfriend kept handing over, his face full of happiness.

"All into the new army."

The black-haired knight cut off a piece of steak, swallowed two or three mouthfuls, and glanced at Nicole who was drinking sweet soup:

"Nicole, you don't need to worry about the town of the brave and the messy little things in the future, leave it to Arcia, and report to the Nightmare Ruins tomorrow."

"Finally free!" The female knight exaggeratedly slumped on the seat and cheered.

"what about me?"

Seeing that everyone had their own tasks, Beverley sat up nervously and pointed to his nose.

"you……"

Yale smiled slightly, looked at the other party and said, "In order to facilitate the internal contact with the Highland Kingdom, I need a spy agency of my own. Would you like to give it a try?"

"So difficult?"

The red-haired boy suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth, then quickly took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and said embarrassingly, "But I don't understand at all."

"What's so difficult about that."

Cara took a sip of strong tea and began to jeer: "Use your ability to make a nun, and make a noble lady of the Highland Kingdom. Of course, if you feel that it is inconvenient, you can teach students."

"That makes sense." Beverley nodded earnestly, showing an expression of serious consideration.

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

The black-haired knight motioned to the ghost maid to pour him another cup of strong tea, and then said slowly:

"I plan to arrange for you to have direct contact with Plitter, the spy of the empire. You can try to learn your skills secretly from him. If you can achieve something, I will reuse it in the future."

"Okay! Let's fight!" The red-haired boy gritted his teeth and nodded, and accidentally started his espionage career.

"By the way, you probably don't know yet."

Nicole winked at everyone, and then said with a smile: "Ale recently got a super powerful weapon, don't you want to see it?"

"There's no way to use it, but it's just an exquisite piece of art. If you want to see it, you can come and see it in my room later." The black-haired knight tasted the tuna meat and said helplessly.

"correct!"

Bruno looked at Yale and went straight to the point: "The candied lady last time, I heard you say that she seems to be an orphan of the Pandoragon Dynasty, is that really true?"

"That's right, a speculator who wants to use the power of the empire to restore, she is a thorn in the Fan Nong family's eyes, so she is not a threat to us."

The black-haired knight nodded, while the maids brought the roasted venison.

"This venison is so fat."

Carla drooled at the savory roasted deer.

Yale glanced at the whole roasted deer on the plate, stood up calmly, took out the saber from his waist, and after the black fire was wrapped around the poison, he instantly divided it into nine parts:

"Everyone has a share of this deer, but it is not allowed to rob it. I will share it."

Everyone fell into a short silence. Only Charlene took one of the pieces, carefully cut it into small pieces, and put it in her mouth. Then she plucked a part of the dining fork into the lover's dinner plate:

"Mine is yours."

...

Highland Kingdom, Palace.

Under the protection of the enchantment, the flowerbeds of the courtyard are still green, the scent of jasmine and tulips wafts in the air, and red or yellow fruits are dotted between the branches and leaves.

Sora walked through the slate-paved vestibule, bypassed the main hall, and walked in front of Kenneth, who was enjoying dinner alone: ​​"It's rare that you didn't entertain guests today."

As if to deliberately stimulate the other party, her tone always had a hint of sarcasm.

"The banquet is just for entertainment. If you can't get this effect, there is no point in holding it." Kenneth took a sip of whiskey and turned his eyes to his wife:

"It's rare that I didn't invite you, but you came over and didn't sit down to eat together?"

"OK."

The princess actually agreed. Holding both sides of the skirt, she sat opposite the prince. After a few bites of the dishes, she put down her fork:

"Has your recent research gone well?"

"..."

Kenneth stopped eating and glanced at his wife excitedly: "I heard right, are you paying attention to my research results?"

"Yeah, you are so confident in yourself that you even feel confident with me." She said slowly.

"It's going well. In the past few days, the top rune items that match my identity will be completed. At that time, whether there is such a damned sword in the stone in my hand is the same for me."

His Royal Highness endured the excitement in his heart and said excitedly.

"I hope your research is smooth enough, but as a wife, I still want to advise you, even a legendary rune warrior can't be an opponent of the origin knight, it's better not to be too inflated."

Sora quietly looked at her husband across from him, fiddling with her right hand to play with her drooping strand of red hair, with a faint smile on her face.

"Expansion?"

A trace of impatience and anger suddenly flashed on Kenneth's face, and he put down the tableware in his hand:

"How many times do you want me to repeat it? Are confidence and bloat the same thing? Do you have to shiver when you hear the name of the Origin Knight, so you're not bloated? How can you be so similar to my stupid brother!"

"But it's the truth. A legion commander-level rune warrior can't win against a natural disaster knight, and of course you can't win a knight of origin. Rune props are also limited." The princess was not moved by the opponent's anger, and continued to look at him lightly. .

"Listen to Sora, the origin knight is not a god, and he has never fought against a legendary rune warrior, so there is no reason why I can't win that governor!"

After speaking, His Royal Highness pulled the napkin in front of his neck and looked at the delicious food on the table, completely losing his previous appetite.

Sora sighed lightly: "Calm down Kenneth, you should learn to face reality."

"enough!"

Kenneth stood up abruptly from the dining table, took out the napkin and threw it on the table, and walked towards the Rune Workshop without looking back.