Fairy’s Box

Alone Dan, a royal garden somewhere.

The exterior style of this building looks like a military building, but the garden area with luxurious interior decoration is not very large, about 500 ares, but it reflects an atmospheric and romantic ingenuity everywhere.

The front gate of the courtyard is opposite to the palace gate at the end, and there is a path paved with pure white cobblestones in between. It is like a dreamy path to fairyland in a fairy tale. On both sides of the path, the most ingenious and delicate plants, such as laurel, Eros tree, and golden-ripened boxwood, are located in the space.

In the remaining open space, there are two or three flower beds planted with various flowers and plants - irises, violets, narcissus, competing for beauty. The seemingly random placement is actually arranged in accordance with carefully designed specifications, and the square inch reflects the designer's elegant artistic taste.

The center of the path is also the center of the entire courtyard. There is a statue fountain standing. The winged **** of love is holding a white swan. The gurgling water flows out of the swan's mouth, and it falls impartially in a circular groove. fountain.

Every detail in the courtyard shows art. It lacks the majesty of traditional Roservian garden architecture, but it has a little more sophistication.

The reason is that the designer and occupant of this garden is a girl who just turned sixteen. Her full name is Aphra Jupiter Agaric.

The name of Rosevians is generally divided into three parts, real name, clan name, family name, such as Ale, his name is Ale, and a long time ago there was a clan name Jupiter (originally representing the source of the same lineage). The blood family, which was later monopolized by the royal family), the family name is Bernstein.

The designer's clan name is Jupiter (Original Blood), and the family name is Agaric (Royal Family). From the full name, we know that she belongs to one of the direct heirs of the royal family.

Princess Aphra, the 11th heir to the Roservian royal family and the youngest daughter of the emperor, has been keen on various arts since childhood, proficient in sculpture, gardening, painting, sword singing, dancing, and has Not low.

Like many ordinary fathers, Emperor Romulus also loved his youngest daughter very much. Not only did he give him a generous pension, but he often rewarded his daughter with things like gardens and villas to make his daughter happy.

However, the little princess doesn't seem to be interested in the residence given by her father, and is keen to design her own residence. This royal garden in a fairy tale style is one of her most proud works.

But at this moment, the statue-like Guards knights standing on both sides of the Bieyuan path are undoubtedly a bit unpleasant, adding a sense of heaviness and darkness to this beautiful and romantic courtyard out of thin air.

"I hate the Janissaries, because they don't fit the style here." Princess Aphra, who was wearing a golden crown on the bench by the lake, puffed her cheeks and complained like a spoiled child.

The girl had a flower-like appearance, her blond hair was draped over her shoulders, and her skin was as crystal clear as snow. He was wearing a long white dress with a wide and large hem stretched by whale bones, a slender waist and a full chest, like a tulip blooming in a greenhouse, with a mature body completely different from his age.

"Aphra, how can you talk like that!"

With his back to Aphra, the young man in Chinese clothes who was comfortably throwing bait at the fish in the pond turned around slowly, with a trace of the elder's doting on the younger generation on his face, and rebuked displeasedly:

"They're not here to protect you."

"I don't need their protection, I'm strong!"

The little princess raised her delicate eyebrows, raised her right arm in a demonstrative manner, and the snow lotus arm wrapped in silk gloves bulged slightly, like a puppet cat trying to unleash its might:

"They're all rubbish, none of them can beat me."

"That's for you!"

The young man sprinkled the last ray of bait, strode to her side, and tapped Aphra on the forehead: "How many times do you need me to teach you to understand, the technique of sword song is not equal to swordsmanship."

"Don't beat me on the head all the time, it's all your fault, Brother Huang. It's causing my forehead to get bigger and bigger." Aphra cried out in pain, and only after the opponent retracted her fist did she have time to defend her head and squat down. action.

"When you really grow up, I won't touch you anymore."

The third prince of Roussevia looked at his sister, and a stern expression suddenly appeared on his face: "Before that, please apologize to these loyal guards who guard you day and night!"

"Ugh..."

The little princess let out an unwilling cry, raised her head secretly, and saw that her elder brother still had a stern expression, then she stood up aggrieved and bowed her head to apologize to the surrounding janissaries:

"sorry."

Anyone who is familiar with this princess knows that this Highness is not afraid of heaven and earth, even the father and emperor dare to stand up, afraid of the elder brother who grew up with her - the seventh prince Alex.

The brothers and sisters were brought up by the same nurse since childhood, so their relationship is the best, and their personalities are indeed very different.

"..."

Although the Praetorian Guards remained silent, they subconsciously pursed their lips, and their eyes flickered faintly. Although they did not care about being scolded and ridiculed, and even regarded it as their duty, they also longed to be understood and respected.

"Brother Huang, is it alright?" Aphra held her head, looked at her brother with tears in her eyes, and asked aggrieved.

"Learn to respect others, it's good for you."

Alex regained his original soft expression, took out a wooden ring from his pocket, and handed it to the other party:

"Now there are frequent demonic disasters, and you like to run around and hold art exhibitions, so take this for self-defense."

The little princess gently picked up the wooden ring, raised it above her head, looked at the hole where the sunlight penetrated the ring, and asked curiously:

"what is this?"

"A replica of the Ring of the Nibelung, which has the ability to help the bearer become invisible, but it will consume vitality, and even we can't use it for a long time."

"It seems to be very precious..."

Aphra took out a clean handkerchief, carefully wrapped the wooden ring and put it close to her body, then picked up the long skirt and followed behind her brother like a small tail:

"Brother, where did you get it from?"

"A few years ago...a night I was on vacation in Thrace..."

Alex turned his eyes to the east, with a trace of reminiscence on his face, and said with a smile:

"It was sent by an idiot assassin. The guy took the map first by another idiot, which led to the wrong way. When he found me, his vitality was exhausted."

"I heard you say this!"

The little princess's beautiful eyes lit up, she raised her right hand high, shook her thin white index finger and said, "You even drank with a little knight who doesn't know how to lift up, that guy still has the same blood as the royal sister, I don't remember it. wrong?"

"I don't know how to praise... I'm afraid I have other ambitions..."

The seventh prince shook his head, turned around and patted his sister on the shoulder, and said with a sense of glee:

"You mustn't have imagined that later, that guy became the second seat of the obelisk through hard work, survived the disaster of Mistertin's recovery, and when the Chaos Evil God came, he participated in the holy war to defend the gate of the world, and from the Hundred Days Catastrophe. Crawled out alive.

Even his father praised him for his loyalty and bravery, and regarded him as a black eagle comparable to Luya, the red eagle, and Genevieve, the white eagle. Hibiki has awakened to the origin and became the governor of the party holding the most power. "

"so smart!"

There were little stars in Aphra's eyes. She put her hands together and put it on her white face, and said with a flushed face, "Just listening to his deeds makes me feel very inspirational."

"so……"

Alex pinched the tip of her nose and said with a smile: "Don't despise anyone around you, maybe they will make a big splash one day and do something that will impress you."

"That kind of chance is too low." The little princess said angrily.

"Let's not mention this. In short, I will give you this ring just in case you need it. You usually pay more attention to your own safety... Royal Father..."

When His Royal Highness said this, he unknowingly tightened his eyebrows:

"Since the explosion of the Ascension Hall, the emperor's mood has been getting worse and worse. For some reason, he has the mind of the deputy emperor. I thought... at least ten years later I will hear the news."

"Isn't this what you are looking forward to most, brother? Defeat the elder sister in the king selection ceremony, become Caesar second only to the father, and finally... inherit the imperial crown of the empire!"

Aphra waved her small fists and said with a smile on her face.

Before the little princess could finish speaking, a sturdy and explosive chestnut knocked on her forehead. Aphra conditioned reflexively to protect her head and squatted down, turning into a standard posture of holding her head and squatting.

"You're talking nonsense again!"

Alex stared at her and said solemnly:

"Royal father must have considered some kind of unexpected situation, so he was so anxious to seal the deputy emperor. This matter is not a good thing for the entire Agarik dynasty."

"Don't you need a shrewd and capable deputy emperor even more?" Aphra looked at him from the bottom up and blinked slyly.

"That's true, but..."

At this moment, a creaking sound suddenly came from the end of the path, and the heavy palace gate slowly opened, and two janitors escorted a **** over. The elegant **** trotted all the way to them, took out a golden scroll, and announced loudly to the two royal heirs:

"The ruler of the civilized world, the ruler of the gods, the emperor of Rosevia, the arbiter of the four barbarians, the supreme source of power, His Majesty Romulus granted the qualifications of the two His Royal Highnesses to the trial and officially participated in the king-selection ceremony!"

...

Above the mountains, the morning sun disperses into strands of light through the layers of dense branches and leaves, and floats gently in the air, dispelling the dark shadows, and the whole mountain forest welcomes the gift of the rising sun.

However, it was only a short period of time, and the water vapor accumulated in the lush vegetation in the mountains and forests all night slowly evaporated in the warm halo, spreading everywhere. In the blink of an eye, an ethereal veil enveloped all the scenery in front of him, getting thicker and thicker, and in the moist water vapor, you could smell the fresh air with a faint scent of grass and leaves mixed with the smell of earth.

Between the mountains, two heavily armed armies are facing each other in the morning light. land.

On the right is the guard army. They are also wearing full body armor, but their weapons include shields, short swords, javelins, and they are arranged in a dozen square formations. They growl in their throats and stare at each other like wild beasts. .

This is the first actual combat confrontation between the new army and the guard army. In order to protect the new army's tactics, the surrounding area has been completely blocked and isolated, and the two legions are respectively led by the founders of Yale and Pompey.

"let's start!"

Following the order of the black-haired knight, the two legions erected two flags, one red and one blue, respectively. The breeze swayed the flags flying in the mountains.

And today, only one flag can continue to fly under the sky.

Whoosh-!

The spear stood high, the sharp blade facing the light ahead.

"Victory belongs to the warriors!"

The guards shouted inspiring slogans, and the first platoon of soldiers in the lead held their spears diagonally, stepped on the ground with their legs, and took the lead in charging!

"Celtic new army, attack!"

The military band immediately played the snare drums, and following the rhythm of the drums, the new army marched uniformly, like a wall, advancing slowly and dignifiedly.

Is this the new army?

Pompeo looked at a group of cumbersome columns with guns in their hands, but moving slowly, with a suspicious expression on his face.

In his opinion, the new army should take advantage of favorable terrain and long-range weapons to fight defensive battles. How can it be so slow to advance by beating gongs and drums, it is like lining up to be shot...

"preparation!"

Just when the front of the garrison army was about three hundred yards away from the new army, the commander issued further orders, and the soldiers flatly raised their guns and began to charge.

In their hands, the limit distance of the rapid-fire gun is 200 yards. No matter how far it is, it will dissipate into beautiful fireworks without destructive power, so this stage is the most suitable for charging attacks.

"This is... a three-stage shot?"

Pompeo frowned. He was not worried about the opponent's offensive, but felt that this method of warfare was too inexplicable. He suppressed his doubts and immediately ordered his army:

"The 1st to 4th corps spread out, attracting their fire, and the 5th and 6th corps went round from the side."

Anyway, it was an exercise, and the rapid-fire guns were also modified to lose most of their power. Even if they hit the enemy, they would be wiped out by all means.

At the same time, the large troops behind the new army's front column also began to rapidly change formations. According to the usual training, the 100-man squads gathered together from the four directions of the south, south, and northwest to form a hollow square, separated by two hundred people. Yards of distance, clinging to the back of the front column.

A total of six hollow phalanxes were separated by a distance of almost 200 yards from each other. With each other's firepower as a barrier, they were protected in a half-moon shape behind the front column, integrating into a watertight firepower network.

"Hollow square?"

Pompeo stared at the new tactics that were assembled like a precision machine, and his face showed a trace of solemnity. In this way, it was useless to send out to attack the legion on the flank.