Fairy’s Box

"I'm not a liar!"

Arcia screamed as if her tail was stepped on, then lowered her head and said like a mosquito:

"I am serious……"

For a simple boy who has never experienced love at all, this kind of temptation is enough, but Elsa is still a little worried, she gets closer and says softly:

"Sincerely? What kind of sincerity?"

The blond boy's legs were trembling nervously, he held his breath, and answered with difficulty:

"My feelings for Miss Elsa...are genuine...I could swear by the Bible."

Miss Tree Elf snorted and said softly with wet red lips:

"I can see that you like me..."

Arcia was completely stupid, her mind was blank, and only the woman she admired remained in her eyes. Besides, it seemed that the whole world was moving away from him.

"I don't hate you either..."

Miss Tree Elf's hand was placed on his chest, and her white and delicate fingers were gently untying his bow tie. Her breathing and voice made waves of hot air blow onto the blond boy's face, both fragrant and hot.

In the confusion, Aisha's dress gradually fell off, and after he reacted, his fair body was already lying on the bed, without a trace of cover. She stretched out her white lotus-like arms, her eyes were full of blurred waves, her face was red as if it was about to drip, and her originally beautiful face was even more beautiful.

"It's just a game between adults and you don't need to worry about the consequences."

The tree elf held him in her arms, and Arcia could feel her bouncy body, ripe and full like a juicy fruit, emitting an alluring aroma.

In this confusing sweet smell, his sanity gradually fell.

That soft and boneless hand grasped the blond boy's almost exploding avatar, and gently guided him: "It's your first time... Use my body to vent."

The fiery and delicate body was sticking to his body, burning his reason and igniting his soul.

Arcia felt unspeakable happiness, her softness, tenderness... meticulously wrapping his hard organs, like the tenderness and obedience of water.

When he was about to explode, those hands tightly wrapped around his waist and said in a soft voice: "It doesn't matter, humans and tree elves will not produce offspring, you can do whatever you want..."

Arcia roared like a beast and shot out from her body, her mind was overwhelmed by a flood of pleasure, leaving only her and her body.

By the time the blond boy woke up, it was already late at night.

"I can't see that you are usually honest, but you are so brave when you are crazy."

She changed into white pajamas, her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her proud twin peaks towering high.

Thinking of touching them with her own hands, Arcia blushed again, and her nose was still haunted by the other party's seductive body fragrance, and she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in her heart.

"It's all your fault for being so charming."

I don't know if it was because of saying goodbye to virginity that the transformation was caused.

Elsa smiled and raised her eyelashes slightly:

"Little bastard."

"..."

Arcia's heart was beating wildly, and there was an urge to die for her.

She took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "I'm afraid, this is the last time we meet."

"Why?"

The blond boy asked in disbelief, as if struck by lightning.

"It's been a long time since the logging farm started. It's not the way to wait any longer. I have to leave here to find a job." Miss Tree Elf raised her eyebrows beautifully:

"I'm different from a bureaucrat like you. It's very hard to make money. You see, if I don't start work for a few months, I've become so poor." She pointed to the rudimentary interior of the morning, and said with a sad expression.

"Then there's no need to leave Celtic." Arcia quickly supported her upper body and said eagerly, "You just need a suitable job, I can help you."

"It's not good to do this...will it be regarded as an abuse of power?" Aisha looked at him worriedly and said hesitantly.

The blond boy's heart was full of breath, and he said confidently: "Isn't it just arranging a job, it's just a trivial matter, Yale doesn't care about it."

"Really?"

"of course it's true!"

"Then I'll thank you first." Miss Tree Elf looked at him with a smile and winked coquettishly: "It would be best if I could see you often at work."

...

The time is approaching spring, and the evening Celtic is still cold and windy, and there are no stars in the gloomy sky, indicating that there is likely to be a heavy rain tomorrow or night.

In the living room of the Earl's Mansion, after the ghost maid served a cup of steaming tea, Pompey took the porcelain cup and took a sip:

"It's really enjoyable to drink a cup of hot tea in this weather!"

"Actually, strong tea is also very good, refreshing." Yale nodded, and then took a sip from the cup himself.

The old man watched the back of the maid float away, thought for a moment, and said bluntly:

"Your Excellency the Governor, in my opinion, there is still a big problem with this Celtic Governor's Palace."

"Big question?"

Hearing the words, the black-haired knight immediately put the teacup back in its place, raised his head, and looked at the other party seriously: "What are the thoughts of the military advisor, but it doesn't matter, I will consider it carefully."

"In terms of the military system, what Your Excellency the Governor has accomplished can be said to be quite outstanding, but in terms of administration..." Pompeo shook his head with a hint of helplessness and said:

"I want to ask... Does the Governor's Palace have a so-called administrative system?"

Yale understood what he meant, pondered for a while, and found that the entire Governor's Mansion really didn't have any administrative system, it was completely military and autonomous.

"With such a small population, most of them are still living in fragmented villages. I just want to manage it, but I can't manage it. The benefits are completely inferior to the costs." He frowned and replied.

"Don't worry about it now, maybe it will take a lot of trouble if you want to do it in the future."

Pompeo took a sip of hot tea and said with a worried face: "Let's talk about other things for the time being. In the future, when the Celts are prosperous, just collecting taxes will be a big problem. We can't rely on a group of soldiers to go from house to house. Pay your taxes."

"The strategist thinks that reform is necessary now?"

"Yes, and it is imminent. At least the three departments of administration, finance, and military must be separated, and they have the ability to operate healthily. Only then can His Excellency the Governor obtain a long-lasting Celtic."

"..."

The black-haired knight was silent for a while, gradually showing a tangled expression, and said in a low voice, "Currently, the government's government is not well-off, so I'm afraid it won't be able to provide the funds for the reform... Let's wait until the funds are sufficient in the future."

All his funds are now spent on raising the army, and he really can't come up with more funds to hire bureaucrats. The current state of semi-military control and semi-autonomy is actually quite in line with Celtic's status quo.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money, it doesn't matter if you can't hire people. The position can be vacant first, but please at least establish a system strictly according to the regulations, instead of letting the entire Governor's Mansion mess around." Pompeo stared at him with a burning expression on his face. said seriously.

"Just do it according to the commander's wishes."

Yale also knows that this is not a long-term solution. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. He gritted his teeth and brought the Governor's Palace to the right track first.

...

The night sky is deep, a cold wind blows in the dark sky, the thick dark clouds slowly move away to reveal a bright moonlight, and the hazy light slowly sprinkles down, reflecting the insignificant corner of the vast dense forest on the earth, and a Celtic people's stronghold.

From ancient times to the present, the Celts have not stopped in their southward invasion. Before Yale served as the governor, they bypassed the Great Wall by boat and established immigration points in the vast forest, trying to subtly erode the frontier of the empire.

However, most of these settlements are now deserted. Due to the simple and crude "scalp for bounty" policy of the Governor's Office, a large number of "innocent" Celts in the settlements have been cut down as spies. It was destroyed in a few months.

However, occasionally there are fish that slip through the net. For example, this immigration point in the depths of the eastern forest, due to its hidden location and good luck, managed to escape the terrible scalp massacre.

This settlement is not big, and there is no tall fence around it, just a simple fence, and the outside is covered with pickets that are inserted into the soil at various angles to guard against the raids of wild animals. The night was dark, and the small stronghold was already silent, and it was obvious that all the Celtic immigrants had already fallen asleep.

Outside the settlement, there is a small piece of slash-and-burn cultivated land, and in the distance is the hunting ground where they live and the acquisition of various precious resources—the vast forest.

Suddenly there were a few slight noises in the dark shadow, and then I saw a few figures in the faint moonlight jumping out of the dense forest like arrows from the string, their bodies almost touching the ground, and quickly scattered towards the immigration point. touch

The distance of nearly a hundred yards was in the blink of an eye, and they seemed to be one with the wind, drifting silently beyond the fence, hiding behind the thick and jumbled wooden stakes, hidden from view.

This group of people belonged to the reconnaissance corps of the Weisuo Army, which was still in its infancy. When they came out for training with the regiment commander Nancy today, they unexpectedly found an immigration point, and everyone was overjoyed.

Thanks to the order of "scalp for bounty", the Celts in the southern Celts are equivalent to moving coins. Naturally, they will not miss this opportunity to make money and make contributions.

Not only can't be missed, but not one can be missed!

They waited patiently and silently until the moonlight fell, and the fence of the entire settlement was bathed in the cold moonlight. Hiding her body behind the stake, Nancy's sharp eyes quickly glanced at the fence through the moonlight, then quickly retracted it, and made a series of gestures to the subordinates who were holding their breath beside her with a solemn expression.

Seemingly complicated gestures, but for these strictly trained Imperial soldiers, it is a simple tactical sign language.

It means that the two wandering guards have fallen asleep, and there is also one on the observation deck, but he has also fallen asleep.

Everyone quickly understood, and a group of shadows suddenly dissipated into individual units, blocking the exits of the immigration points. At the same time, Nancy took out the sword from her waist, and the sword was aimed at the center of the immigration point.

It was a row of tall wooden buildings covered with waterproof felt, which looked like granaries, and there was no time to appreciate the crude and ugly construction skills of the Celts. Nancy's right arm holding the sword instantly exerted force, and a silver crescent swayed out along with the shining sword's edge, directly hitting a simple house next to the granary.

boom--!

The moment the sword light hit the wooden house, the raging flames suddenly rose into the sky, and waves of scorching fire rushed towards the face. The sky-high flames and explosions awakened the Celts in the immigration stronghold. Shortly after the Celts who were the first to discover the raging fire dragon screamed, the entire settlement suddenly boiled over to the sky!

Hundreds of figures rushed out of the house, foolishly watching the dancing flames quickly licking towards the granary, until the leader of the immigration point roared furiously, the helpless Kyle responded and began to prepare to transport water to put out the fire. Unfortunately, everything is doomed to futile.

Nancy dragged her sword and stepped into the settlement by herself, and as the sword light flickered, the Kyle people passed by instantly fainted.

Seeing this woman who broke into their home like a devil, the Celts immediately grabbed all the weapons they could get angrily and tried to resist, but they soon found that it was useless - except to speed up their syncope.

Since the exit of the fence had been blocked long ago, the part of the people who had fled had also been driven back. Just after their leader was easily beaten by the female devil, the Celts finally gave in and could only obediently be captured.

About a quarter of an hour later, Nancy and a dozen of her subordinates stood unscathed on a high ground west of the settlement, looking at the village in the distance where the raging fire dragon was struggling.

Behind them, there are hundreds of Celtic men and women **** in a string by their hands, their bodies shivering in the cold wind, looking at their homes devoured by flames, their faces are full of despair.

"Sir, why do you want to catch the live ones? Isn't it good to have the scalp cut for money?" A scout asked the officer in confusion.

Without waiting for Nancy to explain, another scout sarcastically said:

"You don't even know this. You should just roll with these people and live in the forest. The current policy has been changed a long time ago, and only those caught alive can exchange money."

"..."

Nancy turned her head in silence, her hair fluttering like a poisonous snake in the cold wind, and gave them a mysterious look, and the two of them stopped talking for a while.

Only she knows that tonight's training is not accidental at all, but an order issued by the Governor himself. He needs a large number of Kyle people to complete a thing that must be done in the future.

The girl looked at the captives sympathetically, her pretty face showing a hint of intolerance, but she quickly overcame her weakness, waved her hand, and said lightly:

"Take them all away."