Fairy’s Box

(The spoiler at the end of Chapter 47 doesn't seem to have any effect, so I'll repeat it before this chapter. In the last world line, Charlene's death was not the main reason why Gorilla Ray became the ultimate fear! As for the main reason, it will be revealed later, I I feel that I don't say anything now, this is a roar. Pompeo's perspective is not the same as the author's perspective. Ao Xingren promises to be neither literary nor bloody, everyone listen to my stories patiently, don't listen to the wind is rain, cranky thoughts. )

"Five hundred acres of arable land...Lifetime service..." This large piece of land made the Edith couple's heart beat, and then the line of red characters that served for life made them discouraged.

The land is naturally good, but selling yourself for the land is a bit of a loss.

"Both of you are Tier 3 fighters, right?"

The dwarf put the pipe on the table and knocked on it, opened the first page of the document, pointed to the end of the second page and said:

"For foreign warriors with war marks of the third rank, the Celtic Governor's Office has specially recruited them. Once they serve, they can get 5,000 mu of hereditary farmland, 100 plant servants, military centurions, and serve for life, and they will be exempted from everything. tax."

"Five thousand acres!!!"

Claire's eyes almost popped out of her sockets. She grabbed the contract from the other party and read it silently several times before muttering:

"If there is an intention to break the contract, the salary can be paid according to the years of service - based on the salary of a regular non-commissioned officer in Rosevia."

"Claire?"

Edith cast an inquiring look at his wife, and the latter read it again with a positive look.

"What do you think?"

The other party saw their intentions, and immediately smiled proudly, turning the pipe flexibly with his fingers:

"I've been in this industry for almost 20 years. This is definitely the best offer. It's nearly eight square miles of arable land. You can make a fortune even if you grow grass!"

"We're done!"

Edith and Claire made a decision in unison.

The dwarf took a long breath:

"Since that's the case... For the sake of a friend, I'll charge you an agency fee of 1,000 Bron. After giving the money, I'll immediately introduce you to Celtic's recruiting point."

"Call point..."

Edith smiled suddenly, took out a ten-bulon denomination coin from his arms, and threw it on the other party's desk: "Thank you for your kindness, we can find the recruiting point ourselves, and these ten dollars are all consultation fees. ."

"Edith, you bitch!"

A certain black-hearted intermediary grabbed the ten-bulon coin and watched the back of the couple walking away quickly, and was immediately scolded in exasperation.

...

A few days later, the berths of the Celtic London City Wharf were already crowded with passing ships. A group of tall soldiers walked down the boarding ladder, and under the arrangement of the city defense chief of the Governor's Palace, Nancy, went to the city in batches. The military camp outside the city conducts martial arts trials.

Except for Celtic, a remote area, in the whole world and even in the empire, warriors at the second-order level are actually not that rare, because there is no threshold between igniting vindictiveness and gathering qi into brilliance. As long as the nutrition is sufficient, it does not require much talent. Exercise to this level.

Ordinary warriors are considered a privileged class until they reach the third rank. Only after completing the solidification of the sword can they ignore the damage of conventional weapons and gain strong stamina and resistance.

As soon as the recruitment system of the guards came out, not only a large number of second-order soldiers who were dissatisfied with their living conditions were recruited, but also a small group of third-order foreign soldiers, which made Yale overjoyed.

After all, the allure of hereditary farmland is too great. Nearly eight square miles of land is the size of a small town. You don’t have to worry about managing the farmland yourself, and you can directly become an officer, which is enough to make some Tier 3 soldiers tempted.

Barracks outside the city.

In the empty camp, the surrounding area was crowded with warriors waiting to be tested, most of them were Tier 2, and a few were Tier 3. Nicole, in a white training suit, stood in the center of the camp, holding a standard long sword in one hand, staring at the camp with a serious expression.

Beside her, Arcia held a long list and said aloud with a loudspeaker:

"Number twenty-five, Morsi Ghani, come out for inspection."

"coming!"

Accompanied by a rough voice, a bald head emerged from the crowd, wearing a layer of leather armor, also holding a long sword in his hand.

He took a deep breath, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, strode to the female knight, and said in a rough voice:

"I am Morsi on the twenty-fifth."

"Mursi Gany, a Tier 3 warrior, used to be a mercenary." Arcia briefly introduced, then took a few steps back with the list in hand:

"Start the trial."

"..."

Nicole nodded, and the long sword in her hand swung casually. In the sharp whistling sound, the sword wind swirled at a high speed and flew towards the opponent.

Immediately afterwards, her arm flashed with a high frequency, and she swung out twelve swords in one breath. The sword wind formed a complete half-moon shape and cut towards the third-order warrior on the opposite side.

"Ah!!" He roared, raising his long sword and blocking it in front of him.

clang clang clang-!

Like a long sword with an iron hammer, the third-order warrior's body slammed a cross sword, and his feet slammed back and stepped back.

"I bother!"

Finally, Morsi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva. Even if the opposite is a natural disaster knight, it would be too embarrassing to be beaten like this all the time.

"Blade solidified!" He suddenly shouted loudly.

A burst of metallic luster suddenly appeared on the man's body, which instantly solidified and hardened, wrapping his skin like a metal shell, leaving only a pair of shining eyes staring at the opposite side.

"Stab!"

The bald-headed warrior let out a low roar, clenched the long sword in both hands, and an afterimage dragged by the figure rushed out.

呲呲呲——!

In a series of sounds, the flames of fighting qi condensed into a conical piercing that kept charging forward, smashing the sword winds with a whistling, and slammed into the opposite side like a storm.

Nicole stood on the spot, slashed with a silver vindictive slash, and easily bounced off the thorns. Then, she suddenly dashed forward abruptly.

boom--! !

There was a muffled sound in the space, and the female knight kicked the sword surface of the opponent's long sword, and at the same time, the body rapidly rotated left and right, and the long sword in her hand continued to form circular arcs, cutting circles at the opponent.

For a time, sparks splashed in the air, and there was a tinkling metal clash between the two.

There is nothing special about Nicole's swordsmanship, that is, her strength lies in her physical strength, she doesn't even need to recover her breath, and she slashes like a gust of wind.

Every time it rotates, the cutting edge of the sword can take away part of the opponent's strength, and it looks like the whole person is like a dancing phantom, lightly and continuously attacking Morsi.

The bald warrior was only able to resist for a while, and could only retreat.

clang--!

The female knight pressed her sword against the opponent's blade, her wrist suddenly raised upwards, and the sudden burst of strength instantly shook the opponent five or six yards, and then stopped the attack:

"Qualified."

"No. 25, Morsi qualified!"

When Arcia announced the news, Morsi breathed a sigh of relief, the light on his body quickly faded, and then disappeared.