Fairy’s Box

"My investigation is very clear, when you first came to Celtic, you didn't stay in any tavern at all, but a female knight took you in, her name is Nicole Viking! It seems... you have since then Just trying to get close to the Governor's Mansion, Miss Aisha, what is your purpose?"

The other party's words hit Aisha's heart like a shooting star, and she only felt the world spinning for a while, her soul fluttering as if she was about to leave her body.

It took the tree elf to stabilize his mind for a long time, his thin lips trembled, and he muttered in a voice similar to dying:

"I... I just misremembered... That was later... Yes, we met after that."

"But after that you go to the lumber mill, what's the reason for going to a pub...and it's a champagne pub! Everyone in London knows it's dirty and stinky, and only the scumbags love it. Is it because of a special hobby that Miss Aisha went to rest there specially?"

Beverly paced to the other side, raised his face, facing her almost dilated pupils, and said coldly:

"As far as I know, in order to ensure the loyalty of spies, some organizations often use some rude means to control them, Miss Aisha, I heard that you have a daughter..."

"Marta is innocent, she's just going to school," Elsa said, biting her red lips, reluctantly.

"Where does she go to school?"

"The fruit of wisdom." Miss Tree Elf blurted out subconsciously, and just after she finished speaking, her eyes became extremely dark.

In his absence, he actually exposed Marta's position, which means that the other party can take revenge on his daughter at any time as long as he wants... An irritated governor of the empire is probably more terrifying than the owner of John's dog...

"The fruit of wisdom?"

The red-haired boy watched her suspiciously for a moment, then said slowly, "It's really a good school, but with your income... it shouldn't be possible to pay the tuition."

"I can."

Aisha put her hands close to the outside of her thighs, her nails pierced deeply under her skin, and with the stimulation of pain, she cheered up and said, "I can pay for her tuition with the income I work in the lumber mill."

"But you haven't left Celtic during this time. How did you transfer the money to her?" Beverley stared at the tree elf who had completely lost his senses, and the corners of his lips gradually raised the arc of victory.

"Through... the owner of the tavern..."

Miss Tree Elf is sweating profusely at the moment, her slender body is shivering constantly, and she may fall down almost at any time.

"It turned out to be so, and it was pushed on the dead."

The red-haired boy slowly turned behind her and sighed deeply:

"It seems that the owner of the champagne tavern is not only a part-time pharmacist, but also a business of giving money to others, and you have only known each other for a few months. He is really a good and capable man... Miss Aisha, you don't think your own Is the answer ridiculous?"

"..."

Aisha finally lost the courage to continue quibbling, and fell into silence with a white face. Beverley was not in a hurry to continue questioning, and looked at her with sharp eyes from time to time, silently exerting pressure on her.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became silent, and only the breathing of the three remained. At this moment, Yale, who had been silent for a while, stood in front of the tree elf like a marble statue suddenly raised his head. Following his action, the light in the space seemed to dim a lot.

"Miss Aisha, you and I have only met three times, and we don't know much about each other."

The black-haired knight got rid of the bystander's posture, took a step forward, suddenly stretched out his left arm, pinched the tree elf's sharp and beautiful chin, and forced her to look up at him:

"I have to remind you, it's better that I don't think of it as an ordinary governor of the empire. The person standing by you has the ability to torture the souls of others."

He narrowed his cold eyes, his voice became softer, suddenly lowered his head and sniffed into her slippery neck: "From the moment we first met, I could feel that you exuded a spirit from the soul. The depths begin to smell of decay."

Elsa's fingers froze for a moment, and she forced a pale smile: "You're right, I'm a rotten woman who begins to rot from the soul."

"You didn't have that smell when you were with Charles."

Yale took a deep breath, took a step back with closed eyes, re-examined her expression, and said softly, "It seems that you have experienced a lot after his death."

Seeing that he was slightly away from himself, the tree elf's tense body finally relaxed, and he slowly bit his red lips, and said simply:

"Yeah, I've been through a lot after that, even learned promiscuity, that's why I love going to that pub."

"You don't seem to understand what I mean."

The black-haired knight shook his head regretfully, his eyes instantly lit up with a little golden light, with the source of fear that directly ravaged his soul, he did not enter the depths of Aisha's pupils:

"I admire strong women, but I don't want her in the enemy camp."

The warmth and light gradually faded, and the cold and darkness gradually surrounded her body and mind. The boundless and vast gray space brought endless silence... The death of her husband, the accidental death of Charles, the difficulty of independently supporting her daughter's tuition, the drug addiction Attacks, cold eyes, hunger, humiliation that must taint even the heart, shattered hopes...

Everything that she feared came to her mind one by one in an instant. If death could relieve all of this, she would rather die immediately.

However, neither death would come, nor would the pain go away, and the tree elf wept bitterly, howled, and in the end was almost insane.

At this time, she discovered that there is actually a more painful torture in the world than drug addiction.

"Kill me! Please, kill me!" Elsa yelled into the boundless darkness with tears in her eyes.

"You expect death?"

An ethereal and majestic voice came from the depths of the darkness, and it exploded like thunder, stirring up the silent gray space. The cold and darkness surged wildly like thick fog, and quickly became mottled and transparent:

"But not even death can save you from me."

The golden light in Yalei's eyes became brighter and brighter, continuously pouring into Aisha's body, constantly stripping out traces of an unusually deep black aura, and injecting it directly into his soul in the reverse direction of the beam.

Aisha saw the light and warmth falling from the sky, the pain and pain in her heart disappeared like the ebb tide, and all the past events that made her cry just now became as light as smoke. There is nothing worthy of her concern, unprecedented ease, unprecedented peace...

"This...this is..."

Beverly's two eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. In his sight, Yalei's whole body began to escape the dark smoke, circling and wandering like a poisonous snake. In just a few seconds, there was even a faint wailing of resentment in the space. scream.

"Hahaha!"

The black-haired knight laughed wildly and hugged Aisha's head, frantically devouring the fear and resentment that had been stripped from her body, the golden light in his eyes became more and more bright, and at the moment when he sucked the last trace of black energy, the light in his eyes even overshadowed Sunshine.

thump--!

The tree elf collapsed to the ground unconsciously, with tears still streaking on her delicate face, but the corners of her brows and eyes were full of ecstasy and ease that could not be concealed.

"Are!"

The red-haired boy looked at him worriedly, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"are you OK?"

"good, very good!"

Yale closed his eyes with a contented expression, slowly exhaled, and then opened his eyes to look at him:

"The fear in the depths of this woman's soul is comparable to the weight of a hundred ordinary people. Thanks to her, my power of origin has increased a lot... If only it could be more."

Before, he had been exercising the power of origin by tempering his spirit, and the effect was so-so, but this time he absorbed the fear in Aisha's heart.

"Great, I almost thought you were out of control." Beverly's heart finally fell, and he glanced at the tree elf lying on the floor:

"You... killed her?"

"No, her current state is close to the extreme exhaustion after being overjoyed and furious. She is just lethargic and has no problem with her life."

The black-haired knight looked at the unconscious tree elf, with an expression similar to that of a starving ghost seeing a big meal, and said salivating:

"I don't know where she accumulated so many negative emotions, but as long as the root cause of the disease persists, she will continue to provide me with strength... So, why would she be willing to kill her."

"In that case, take her into custody first." Beverly said tentatively.

"Do what you want, don't worry, when she wakes up, she won't be as stubborn as before." As Yale spoke, he walked over to the red-haired boy and patted his shoulder seriously. He praised with a smile on his face:

"I didn't expect you to do things seriously. It's so impressive. You did a very beautiful job with Arcia and Aisha. I'm very satisfied. Keep going."

The red-haired boy was refreshed, feeling that he almost floated to the clouds, opened his mouth, and patted his chest with joy and assured:

"I will continue to work hard!"

"Take this woman to the cellar, separate it from Arcia, and find a ghost maid to keep an eye on it...for now, don't let them meet." Thinking of the stubborn squatting at home, the black-haired knight couldn't help wrinkling. Frowning, his eyes turned to the door:

"As for the people you caught, you can temporarily detain them in the prison of the town of the brave. After that, I will leave it to you and Plit to deal with it, and observe his interrogation methods carefully."

"I see."

Beverley took a deep breath, then nodded solemnly: "I promise to check their details thoroughly."

The red-haired boy is very clear that this is the other party's intentional fulfillment of himself. This is an expectation, a spur, and an affirmation. In any case, his status among the members of the original Black Seat has been improved.

He secretly made up his mind that no matter how much he paid, he would learn Mr. Plitter's skills, and then follow the people in front of him to spell out a better future.