Fairy’s Box

Glamorgan, Earls Court.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn to both sides, and the moonlight shone on the swaying branches outside the window, letting the shadows of the branches and twigs swaying in the night wind penetrate into the room. The ghosts in the courtyard were moving in a low voice, and from time to time there were one or two suppressed exclamations, and the cooing of owls could be vaguely heard.

Yale lit two candlesticks, leaned over his desk, smeared and drew on the page with a quill dipped in ink, listed a bunch of numbers, and quickly crossed them out.

He was trying to figure out the cost of arming the new army to the teeth, and after more than an hour of concentrated effort, our protagonist finally--decided to pay for a few mathematicians to be his staff.

Bang-dang-!

The fence gate of the courtyard was opened by the ghost maids, and the aquatic Magrubi drove a carriage into the courtyard. The carriage drove out until the moment when the officers turned to the stables, Charlene jumped out of the carriage holding a box.

Wrapped in a white scarf, she looked up at the second floor and found that the light in the office was still on, then ran quickly into the mansion.

"Honey!"

The green-haired girl slammed open the compound door with a sweet and greasy tail sound and broke into the office.

"I'm so happy to be back so late, what happened?" The black-haired knight quickly crumpled the white paper he had passed into a ball of paper, and quietly threw it into the wastepaper basket beside him.

"Absolutely great!"

Charlene rushed to him in an instant and placed a metal box on the table, her eyes flickering with golden light, looking at him expectantly:

"This is the result of our research, the first generation of fortified agents."

"Enhancer!?"

Like being electrocuted, Yale quickly grabbed the metal box and lifted its lid.

呲——!

A gust of cold air sprayed out from the inside of the metal box, and in the white and cold mist, three colored glass tubes of different colors were embedded in the bottom of the box, reflecting the glittering brilliance under the light of candlelight.

"Light yellow weak models, red medium models, and purple strong models." The green-haired girl pointed at the glass tube at the bottom of the box with a smile and introduced them one by one.

"Weak model..."

In his left hand, Yale picked up the pale yellow glass tube, put it under the candlelight and took a picture, and in the other hand picked up a purple glass tube:

"Strong model..."

"Is it just the difference in efficacy?" he asked in surprise and delight.

"no."

Charlene put her hands behind her, jumped up to his side, shook her head and said:

"Weak models can strengthen their physique to a certain extent, at the cost of becoming irritable and irritable, while strong models increase their physique in an all-round way, with physical changes, plus complete loss of reason."

"Sure enough, the flaws are not small."

The black-haired knight's eyes became brighter and brighter. He held up two glass tubes and strode to the window sill: "But it's still valuable. I believe that once this drug appears on the market, there will be people who will rush it."

"Unfortunately, the side effects of this drug are too great to be sold as a booster."

The green-haired girl showed discouragement, shook her head helplessly, and then narrowed her eyes slyly: "However, as long as the name and usage are changed, it should still have some sales."

"It seems that you have a complete idea." Yale put down the enhancer in his hand, turned around and walked across from her:

"Then talk about it."

"Animal Rage Potion."

An excited smile appeared on Xia Linqiao's face, and then said eagerly:

"Anyway, it's a test product. I just want to sell some points to get back the cost. The price should be set a little higher. The weak model is 30,000 sols, the medium model is 100,000 sols, and the strong model is 300,000 sols."

"Genius idea."

The black-haired knight put the potion back in the box and closed the lid again:

"Don't forget to indicate that it can only be used on animals, otherwise, if any idiot takes it to inject himself, the sound nest and even us will be criticized."

"Of course I will pay attention to this kind of thing, don't worry."

The green-haired girl nodded vigorously, then sat in his seat, lowered her voice abruptly, and said mysteriously, "I saw a magical thing tonight!"

"Oh?"

Yale walked up to Charlene, reached out and picked her up by the waist, sat back on the back of the chair, and put the other person on his lap: "It can make you feel amazing, I can't help but want to hear it."

"A half-dead vampire."

Charlene leaned back, raised her pretty face, put the back of her head on his shoulder, gestured with both hands and said:

"You absolutely can't believe that the vampire's chest has been pierced, but when the moonlight shines, it looks no different from being alive, and it has a certain degree of regeneration ability."

The black-haired knight turned his head and asked in a trance:

"Vampires? Legends of Wallachia?"

"I always thought it was just a legend."

The green-haired girl naughtyly snorted heat in his ear, and said, "But that corpse is real. If you don't believe it, I can show you."

"Interesting, I'll go to the base tomorrow night, and you'll wait for me there." He was also curious about the legendary creatures like vampires, and of course he had to see it if he had the chance.

"By the way, the person in charge of the Enhanced Potion Project said that if a live vampire is caught, the progress of the research can be accelerated." Seeing that the breath was ineffective, Charlene stuck out her tongue and licked his earlobe.

"Don't make trouble."

Yale tilted his head and frowned, "Where can I catch living vampires? The Eastern Balkans?"

"Um!"

The green-haired girl stroked his neck with soft hands and said expectantly:

"So I want to take this opportunity to organize a capture department affiliated with the base and let them capture living vampires. You won't disagree, Lord Governor."

"The name is the Sound Nest Mercenary Corps... Isn't this your original plan?" The black-haired knight burst into laughter, ruthlessly piercing her intentions.

"This is also for the base! Those mercenary groups are very unreliable. The base has its own personal armed forces to facilitate operations." Charlene continued to entangle without discouragement.

"Approved." Yale agreed to her simply.

The green-haired girl gave a happy kiss, her eyes rolled, and she immediately said excitedly:

"I have an idea!"

"You've always been very thoughtful."

Aleigh marveled at the weird ideas her mind was full of.

"I decided to call the leader of the Armed Forces of the Sound Nest Organization - Zero! Because this number has the meaning of the beginning and the beginning." Charlene announced proudly.

"Zero? Using a number to refer to a position? This is really a novel idea... As expected of Charlene."

The black-haired knight touched the other's small head with his big head, trying to exchange information by touching and figure out what was inside.

...

Northern Celtic, Highland Kingdom.

In the dark night, it was as silent as stagnant water. In the depths of the dark night, a huge church stood at the foot of the mountain, as if it was completely integrated into the night, without a trace of light.

This is a cathedral that King Gary spent a lot of money to build to please His Majesty the Pope. Not only that, but he also handed over all the 30 miles of land around it to the Papal State.

Therefore, there is no human voice around, and it is also pitch-black without light, and the vague outline of the church is the most intense touch of the dark night.

There was no sound in the hall, and all the doors and windows were covered with black shadows, as if linking to an icy alien space, only the two candles in the middle of the main hall shed a lonely yellow light.

Under the gray candlelight, the swaying walls and the dark hall make people feel eerie and dead.

In the gloomy space, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded, and a slender figure stepped into the darkness with a kerosene lamp and went straight to the altar of the church.

"The church is closed. If you repent, come tomorrow." As the figure entered, the old voice of Bishop Yosef suddenly sounded in the hall.

"I didn't come to repent, but to discuss something very important with you, Your Highness Cardinal." The slender figure walked to the cross with a lamp, and slowly raised the oil lamp in front of him, revealing a handsome and frivolous expression. s face.

"It turned out to be Prince Wallace..."

Bishop Joseph stepped out of the darkness and walked to the front of the altar, staring at each other with cloudy eyes: "Entering the church late at night, not for repentance, but for what?"

"I want to make a deal with you and the Pope behind you." The second prince said expressionlessly.

"The only person in this country qualified to do business with us is your father, esteemed prince." The bishop narrowed his eyes and said faintly.

"Let's listen to the chips first."

Wallace put down the kerosene lamp in his hand and said blankly:

"My bargaining chip is that the borderlands of the Highland Kingdom will become the property of the Papal State, allowing and stationing the army of His Majesty the Pope. At the same time, all Celts will be baptized and become part of the Catholic Church."

"..."

Bishop Yusuf's face showed a moving expression for a moment, but he was careful to cover it up quickly, and replied slowly: "Although you are the second-order heir of this country... but it is not enough to provide These chips."

"Then make me king! That's my only condition!"

He raised his voice abruptly, his handsome face contorted with excitement, and said coldly, "As long as I become a king, everything I promise you will come true."

"The Highland Kingdom and the Papal States are close allies."

The bishop sighed slowly and heavily, and said lightly: "Therefore, we cannot interfere with the normal succession to the throne of the Highland Kingdom. Your Royal Highness, you should go back."

"ally……"

Wallace showed a sarcastic look and sneered: "My brother Kenneth has become a cripple, do you think my father will continue to attack the Southern Celts as before?"

"..." The other party fell silent.

"And, whether it's my brother or my father, they and you are just mutual use of each other, and it is difficult to be controlled by the Papal State."

When the second prince said this, he suddenly changed the conversation, pointed at himself, and slowly exhaled: "I am different, I can completely surrender to the Pope."

"That is to say... you want to kill your own brother?" Bishop Yosef looked at him calmly, thinking about the gains and losses in his heart.

"No! I don't want to kill him!"

Prince Wallace shook his head unexpectedly, his face gradually showed a hideous color, and said fiercely:

"I want him to hide in the shadows and watch me be crowned king, watch me take everything from him, and give him all the pain I've suffered over the years!"

"May the Lord bless you, lost lamb."

The bishop closed his eyes and groaned softly, then reopened his eyes and said softly, "I understand, you want to become a king as soon as possible, right? I may be able to convince King Gary."

"you sure?"

He twisted his neck frivolously, and snorted softly: "Father, the king looks at me extremely unpleasantly. I'm afraid it will be difficult for His Excellency Bishop to make him change his mind."

"Not necessarily."

Bishop Yusuf smiled, suddenly took a few steps back, and his dry lips trembled twice:

"Put your hands in the altar, feel the gift of the Lord, and everything is no longer a dream."

"..."

Wallace stared at each other suspiciously at first, but under the affirmative gaze of the cardinal, he approached the altar at the top of the stairs step by step, and then put his hands into the altar:

"Is this a test or a blessing?"

The moment he put his hands on the altar, the milky white holy flame shrouded it with a whimper, and with the second prince at the center, a giant silver wave rolled up, swirling like a whirlpool, frantically spinning.

Huhuhu-!

The holy fire storm centered on Wallace intensified, pulling out the dust from the cracks in the walls and floor.

At the same time, the looming silver stigmata slowly emerged from his spine along with the light, and then quickly climbed all over the body. on the body.

Suddenly, a large number of short and dazzling streamers began to flash on Wallace's body. In an instant, the Holy Flame Storm, which had already weakened, suddenly intensified, bringing forth countless high-frequency and harsh air-breaking sounds, which pierced the man's eardrums. , piercing the brain along the nerve, as if a burning pain appeared in the depths of the brain.

"Ahhh!"

The second prince couldn't help but let out a mournful howl, struggling to get into the altar with his hands, but was held in place by an invisible force field and could not break free at all.

"It's the power of destiny, get it, and you get everything."

Yosef leaned on the shepherd's scepter in one hand and stared at each other with satisfaction. His white robe was blown away by the storm generated by the rotation of the Holy Light, making a hunting sound.

Whoosh-!

The storm came to an abrupt end, and a dazzling holy light appeared behind Wallace, which gradually rotated and contracted into a slap-sized spiral pattern. The silver-white light of the strange pattern flickered and dimmed, complementing the radiance of the stigmata on the surface of his body.

"This power...what a great power."

The second prince felt the full power of his body, closed his eyes in intoxication, and suddenly pulled his hands out of the altar, holding a short, wooden-looking spiral spear in his hands.

"The Spear of Destiny!" Spiral flames lit up in his eyes.