Fairy’s Box

At the moment of the inexplicable explosion of the Ascension Hall, countless people in the sky and the ground at the same time saw the scene of this historical turning point. Mixed in the turbulent stream of people, several pairs of eyes belonging to the observer looked up at the sky, showing different expressions.

When Queen Sharan and several court jazz were visiting the flower garden, they saw the earth-shattering scene.

The golden flame ripped apart the Hall of Ascension, which had been standing for thousands of years, and the palace where the emperors of the past dynasties observed the world collapsed with a bang.

Looking up from the imperial capital, the entire imperial city seems to be undergoing an unprecedented grand fireworks show. The dazzling fireworks are scattered, but they are restrained by a force-the bursting fragments suddenly stopped in mid-air, stagnated, and then , at an unimaginable speed, it returned piece by piece along the cracked trajectory, and reassembled back to its original shape in an instant.

This power... is Your Majesty!

Queen Shalan closed her eyes, her expression suddenly became solemn and pale, her body actually trembled slightly for a moment, and then she fully erupted with the power belonging to the Calamity Knight, turning into an erratic light band and rushing towards the Ascension Hall.

"There are assassins!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Block the imperial city and never let anyone leave!"

The Royal Guards, the palace servants, and the three consuls who could enter and leave the palace at any time turned into a chaotic current and rushed to the center of the explosion - the palace towering at the top of the palace.

However, at the moment when everyone arrived at the Hall of Ascension, the hall towering above the imperial palace suddenly released a golden light, illuminating the world in an instant. At the same time, the tightly closed Jiuzhong Palace gate opened in an instant, and the situation changed dramatically, causing all the people gathered in front of the palace gate to raise their heads abruptly—a pair of persistent and cruel dark red eyes looked down at all beings in the glorious hall.

"Subordinates are guilty!"

The Royal Guards knelt down on one knee and bowed before the undamaged lord.

The golden light in full bloom gradually faded, and the supreme emperor in the palace was mysteriously silent. His eyes were completely different from the wise and wise ones in the past, and they were full of determination belonging to warriors.

Consul Hans stiffened his body, with cold sweat condensed on his forehead, his whole body trembled like falling into an ice cellar, his throat trembled twice, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Your Majesty... what happened?"

Finally, in the golden flames that spread thousands of feet, the voice above everything sounded, and it penetrated directly into the hearts of every consul here:

"The prince and the princess were called into the palace, and the ceremony of choosing the king was held."

"Your Majesty, the ceremony is only in..." Consul Isabel raised his head and said with a snatch.

"Do as I say."

Emperor Romulus stared at the sky, and his low voice echoed inside the hall: "I am old and need a Caesar to cope with the uncertain future. No matter what happens, the imperial throne must not be left in the air."

"Sir, obey."

The three consuls accepted the order uneasily. The imperial family was an internal affair of the imperial family, and they were not qualified to intervene. But, what happened just now, so that the emperor who did not have a reserve even if he was in a personal expedition would think of having a reserve?

A dark cloud of unease immediately shrouded the hearts of the rulers.

...

Isabelle's private villa.

This private mansion is built like a classical palace. The soft carpet on the ground is actually a single piece, without any traces of half silk splicing, and it is very beautifully woven by hand. The whole set of Rococo-style furniture is inlaid with snails and filled with gold, and the style of the chandelier is unique and quaint, like a bronze antique, with soft lighting inside.

The style of the living room is elegant, gorgeous and complicated. As far as the eye can see, even a piece of porcelain is exquisite and unique. It is a style that has never been seen on the market.

"Ms. Isabel's taste really leads the trend as always." Archon Isaiah said with great praise, playing with a delicate white snuff bottle.

"Since Your Excellency likes it so much, I'll give it to you." Consul Isabel sat on the leather sofa, looking at his fair and slender fingers, and said calmly.

"Hahaha, since you are willing to give up your love, then I will accept it shamelessly." Archon Isaiah laughed and put down the snuff bottle in his hand.

"After all, this is the first time we have met privately."

Consul Hans turned his attention to the female governor and said with a frown, "Presumably, Your Excellency Isabel invited us to meet in private to discuss the explosion of the Ascension Hall today."

"That's right."

The female governor nodded calmly and said softly, "I'm sure that His Majesty must have observed some ominous scenes in the Hall of Ascension, that's why I was so anxious to establish a reserve."

The gods of Rosevia generally live long lives. It is not a problem to live to be eighty or ninety years old. The current emperor can be said to be in his prime. There are more than a dozen princes and daughters under his knees. .

Logically speaking, there is no problem with the continuation of the Aga family's imperial lineage, but in this case, why the emperor is still in a hurry to establish a reserve, and directly seal the deputy emperor Caesar, which is intriguing.

"His Majesty the Emperor establishes a reserve, is this something that my ministers should be concerned about, Your Excellency Isabel, don't you think that you are too lenient?" Consul Isaiah said a little bit of yin and yang.

"Do you think this is a trivial matter?" Consul Isabel showed a half-smiling expression, the sunlight leaking from the leaves on her face was mottled and changed.

"You usually quarrel in the Cabinet, in the House of Commons, and in the Senate. Now it's in private, can you stop arguing?" Consul Hans felt that he had the potential to be deadly in this peaceful affair.

"Your Excellency Hans is right."

Archon Isabelle rolled his eyes, made a arrogant gesture of not caring about villains, stroked his hair, and said slowly:

"Have you heard of the Far East?"

"Land of the Far East? You mean the Paled Kingdoms?" the Isaiah consul asked with a frown.

"It seems that, based on your knowledge, you probably do not know that in the east of Pallard, on the other side of the world's ridge, there once existed a Far Eastern Empire comparable to Roseville."

"You mean Sirius?" Consul Hans raised his head with a surprised expression.

"It turned out to be the mysterious ancient country that disappeared because of the big transfer." Consul Isaiah pursed his lips and turned his eyes to the other side's face:

"What do you mean by telling us this?"

Consul Isabel looked at him confrontationally and tapped his nails on the armrest of the sofa: "Siris disappeared because of the big shift. As of today, it's exactly two thousand years - seven years away."

"Your Excellency Isabelle... You... don't think there is a connection between this, right?" The muscles on Consul Hans' face twitched unconsciously, and he asked in disbelief.

His influence on Seris was only hieroglyphics, china, and silk, yes, and the legend of immortality, where it was said that the people living in that realm did not grow old forever (beautify each other because of distance).

"Your Excellency Hans, you may not be aware that our ancestors of Rosevia actually have the blood of some of the survivors of Seris, so they inherited the use of porcelain, silk, and pictographs."

The female governor fiddled with her hair, and suddenly pulled out a pure black strand:

"Perhaps, we also inherited their fate."

"What nonsense!"

Isaiahho slapped the table and roared with anger: "What's the difference between your words and those cults that promote doomsday prophecies!?"

"Your Excellency Isaiah, Your Excellency Isaiah, this is just a private occasion, the right to chat, don't be serious." Hans hurriedly stood up to ease the atmosphere.

"The difference is that Sirius really disappeared." Consul Isabel replied with a blank expression.

...

By the port of London City.

Under the tall summer oak tree, a doctor from Alonidan was talking to Yale:

"Lord Governor, I have checked carefully. Miss Charlene is in very good health. She is just a little tired. She just needs to be quiet and cultivate."

"you sure?"

"Yes, if there is a problem, it is that the dreaming is a little too frequent. This is just a purely psychological problem. Perhaps, you should seek a doctor who specializes in this field to treat her."

"I'll do it."

Yale suppressed the regret in his heart, took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the other party: "This is the consultation fee. Thank you very much for coming from so far away from Alonidan."

"It should be, it should be."

The doctor specializing in magic took the envelope and said with a smile:

"I heard that drinking tea with the peel of the forest fairy fruit can make people full of energy and have a miraculous effect of curbing frequent nightmares. If the Governor has a way, you might as well give it a try."

The Fruit of the Forest Fairy...

The black-haired knight instantly thought of the big glowing fruit, which seemed to live with Nancy now, and often did bad things to harass women.

"I see, thanks for the reminder." He nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The middle-aged doctor bowed slightly, and took his props suitcase on his way back.

Yalei watched the other party go away, then turned around and went back to the carriage. Charlene was resting on the window sill with one hand. She fell asleep again at some point.

"..."

The black-haired knight walked over to her and sat down, holding the other's slender hand that tucked his short skirt. At this moment, the green-haired girl's pale and transparent face showed a trace of serenity and contentment, and her long eyelashes were on her white jade-like face. Casting a faint shadow, there is a layer of light blue under the eyes.

"Go to the Nightmare Ruins."

He said to the water-dwelling horse who was eating fish heartlessly outside the carriage.

...

"What? You want to ask that disgusting perverted fruit to take a bath?" Nancy, who was full of dust and energy, widened her eyes and let out a sharp scream.

"Shh, be quiet."

Yale looked out of the window of the command room, and after confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he said in a low voice:

"I asked that goblin fruit to take a bath is just a pretense, the purpose is to think of its bath water, because a doctor told me that using the peel of the forest goblin fruit to make tea can cure diseases."

"So it's like this... That guy will pretend to force when he's okay. It's disgusting in nature. I advise you not to have a deep relationship with him, or you will definitely have a headache."

Then the girl nodded reassuringly, and whispered to him: "That guy is hanging out with the old tree demon all day in the Dryad Forest, saying that he wants to crack the mystery of their large size and increase the height and weight of his subordinates."

"Ka'Sa is now a fountain fairy." He suddenly changed the topic.

"Yeah, I've been away for several weeks. Without her by my side, I sometimes feel a little lonely." Nancy sighed, and her bright eyes showed a hint of melancholy.

"Just get used to it. You can't be together forever, but you can be neighbors."

The black-haired knight comforted her, and then said his true purpose:

"Isn't that guy likes to pester you? I decided to arrange your new home next to Kaisha Spring. I hope you can often urge it to take a bath, and then... help me collect its bath water."

"This……"

The girl's expression became very tangled, and collecting other people's bath water was something only a pervert would do.

"What's the hesitation, no matter where you live, it will harass you? In that case, why don't you move to Kai'Sa, I just want that guy's bath water."

"All right."

Nancy gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously, and said bitterly, "Anyway, Governor, you just want that guy's bath water, no matter how you get it."

"Yes! As you please."

"That's fine then." The girl clucked her knuckles, showing a sinister smile.

...

It was so comfortable, Charlene felt as if her body lost weight, floating in mid-air, so comfortable that she didn't want to open her eyes. The sweetness in the mouth is like tasting honey juice. When different, this honey juice is mixed with a sweet and fruity fragrance.

"When you fall asleep, you will automatically lick water, amazing."

Yale removed the porcelain cup from the green-haired girl's lips, glanced at the empty cup, and said with a bit of admiration.

At this moment, the green-haired girl's eyelashes trembled a few times, then she suddenly opened her eyes, licked her delicate lips, and murmured subconsciously:

"So sweet."

"You're awake, are you still sleepy?"

The black-haired knight observed the other party's complexion, and it turned out to be a lot more rosy. The medicinal power of the fruit of the forest goblin for a thousand years was astonishing, and a cup filled her with energy.

"I slept well, and I'm not sleepy anymore."

Charlene stretched her waist, then smacking her mouth, her eyes turned to the cup in his hand, and she said with joy:

"It wasn't a dream."

"What is not a dream?"

"The drink I just drank, there's still a smell in my mouth, don't hide it, hand it over!" The green-haired girl sniffed everywhere along the scent left in the air, her face still full of meaning, like a greedy cat in his arms Drilling:

"I want to drink, I want to drink."

"That's medicine! Can you drink medicine casually? Too much can cause problems." Yale pushed Charlene's face away, refused her righteously, and decided to keep this secret well and not say anything until death come out.

If you let the other party know that he drank the bath water of the fairy fruit, it is estimated that he can be strangled to death.