Fairy’s Box

In the inner city of Edinburgh, in a spacious and clean white hall.

The floor as bright as a mirror, gorgeous and precious crystal chandeliers, and a huge oval stone table are quietly placed in the center.

Pritt, Beverly, and Arcia sat at the table.

Lydia has blond hair with short ears, her eyes are slightly squinted, her hand rests on her chin lazily, and her blue and white knight uniform perfectly highlights her beautiful figure, sitting alone on the right side.

Putting on an anti-magic straitjacket, Merlin, who was tightly bound, sat across from them, with his head down, and his long gray curly hair facing the crowd.

"You admit that you murdered Knight Paddy?"

"Yes."

"By what method?"

"I used a spell to make a short armor-piercing arrow in advance. After Lord Paddy's strength was exhausted, I seized a gap and shot his heart with that arrow..."

He raised his head as he spoke, stared at the exquisite patterns on the ceiling, and asked abruptly:

"Why is Lilith forgiven?"

The three people in charge of the interrogation glanced at each other, Beverly nodded at Pulitte, turned his eyes to Merlin again, and said calmly:

"Because she paid a huge amount of compensation and had a surety willing to vouch for her."

"Dirty deal." The old mage snorted coldly.

"Yes."

The red-haired boy nodded as a matter of course, and said coldly:

"Because she is the queen, she has the value of use, and she also has huge assets to squander. And you, Mage Merlin, you are a beggar compared to Queen Lilith, if you don't cooperate well, we will hang you. "

"You can't hang me, I have an important mission on my shoulders!"

The old mage suddenly raised his head, his brown pupils shrunk a little, and his eyes fixed on Beverly's face: "As long as you pay the price, you can let Lilith go, does that mean that if I can pay enough compensation, I can also be forgiven ?"

"Do you also have tens of billions of sols?" Arcia turned her face sideways and looked at him with a mocking expression.

"I don't have that much money."

Merlin shook his head and glanced at Beverley with a twinkle in his eyes: "But I have valuable news - Captain Jack's treasure."

"Captain Jack?" Arcia was startled, showing a suspicious look.

"Which Captain Jack?" Plitter glanced at the young man beside him.

"That lunatic who talked nonsense before his death?" Beverly frowned, revealing a hint of disdain.

"It was a pirate leader who drove the Black Pearl and roamed the Atlantic Ocean. He seemed to have a lofty prestige in the pirate world, created many legends, and was called the pirate king by a large number of pirates." Arcia explained patiently:

"It is said that he said something like this before he died - do you want my treasure? You can give it all you want, go find it! I put all the treasure there."

"Anyone who believes this kind of nonsense must have a brain problem." Beverly sneered.

"No, One Piece's treasure exists!"

Merlin suddenly straightened his waist, the walnut-like skin on his face became smooth and round, and his two eyes were cast towards him deeply:

"The huge wealth accumulated in the decades of pirate career, as well as the golden rooster and harp he robbed from the giants, and the legendary Babel Pea are all there!"

"What nonsense!" Beverley squeezed his right fist and slammed the table hard.

"Assuming..." Plitt pondered for a while, then said, "Assuming that the treasure really exists, what evidence do you have to prove that you know its whereabouts?"

"I won't tell you..."

Merlin lowered his head slowly and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see your Governor, let me talk to him."

...

Palace, training ground.

"Oh? One Piece's treasure?"

Yale was shirtless, exposing his muscular upper body, holding two large lead **** four feet in diameter in his hands, standing firmly on the rammed earth.

"Yes, he claims to know the information about the treasure and wants to discuss with you face to face." Lydia said carefully, her tone was always slow.

"Don't mind him."

The black-haired knight spun lightly, and with the sound of mercury flowing, he leveled the two large lead **** in his hand: "Paddy's death must have someone responsible, no matter in terms of ability or identity, the murderer must be him."

"Perhaps, we can find a way to get the news of the treasure first." The female knight said with flickering eyes.

"Don't let him listen to nonsense."

Yale took the towel from the waiter beside him and wiped his slightly sweaty face:

"Scholars and mages will learn a little bit of eloquence. If they don't know the details, they may be affected and inadvertently achieve their goals for him. Moreover, even if the treasure really exists, there is no point in spending time and energy searching for it."

"Why, that's the treasure of One Piece, it's priceless!" Lydia's almond eyes widened.

"We only need to manage the Highland Kingdom well, and in a few years, there will be a wealth of One Piece treasures. There is no need to waste time and energy."

The black-haired knight threw the towel back to the messenger, looked up at the sky, his pupils reflected the blue sky:

"It can be seen that this old guy is very afraid of death, so tell him directly that I am not interested in One Piece's treasure, this guy may shake out more interesting things."

"All right."

Looking at the opponent's back, the female knight resisted the throbbing feeling and whispered:

"Then I'm going back."

"It's over to you."

After Lydia's figure flickered away, Yale retracted his gaze, opened his mouth to swallow a mouthful of air, his chest suddenly bulged out, and there was a faint sound similar to the whistling of a hurricane.

During the transmission of the sound waves, the black-haired knight clenched his fist with one hand and placed it flat in front of him. After his fingers were spread apart, they closed together in an instant, and instantly a burst of white light swirled, as if a small white sun was spinning.

His five fingers moved faster and faster, and in the end, it was like an arc jumping. Within the range outlined by his fingers, bursts of dense explosions of air collapsed.

Indistinct, dark cracks appeared between the sliding of his fingers.

Then Yale shook with one hand, grabbed the void, and a violent wind rushed out of his fingers.

Huhuhu-!

The air within a radius of twenty yards seemed to be like a turbulent sea bottom. It vibrated violently, and the ground-shaped rammed earth cracked from the inside to the outside, making a clicking sound.

"This fighting spirit is close to its peak. If Genevieve is still at the stage of origin, it will be at this level at most." The black-haired knight withdrew his right hand and turned his eyes to his calloused palm:

"By learning Dawning Dou Qi, I can now master the mutual conversion between the power of light and the power of flame."

While Yale was talking to himself, a white ball of light poured out of his palm, which instantly turned into a burning flame: "Now... I should almost start looking for the next type of fighting spirit."

The power of light and the power of flame are close to being mastered, and there are six properties remaining: the power of ice, the power of darkness, the power of earth, the power of mountains, the power of wind and the power of electricity.

Although the Military Administration has various types of grudges, the level of reliability is not high, and the level of high level is not reliable.

The Throne of Storms, Ice Elements, and Crimson Piercing mastered by Kara, Bruno, and Lydia respectively, these three new types of Dou Qi are not inferior to the top-level Dou Qi, but they require a very high degree of fit for the user, and they also need to carry out a A series of body modification, this is unacceptable to Yale.

Since it cannot be obtained from the inside, it can only be considered from the outside.

The black-haired knight first thought of Luya, because the dragon slayer fighting spirit of the Bass family is the pinnacle of the power of the mountain. There is no doubt about this. According to the age of inheritance, it is not inferior to the Tudor family. If you can get it, it will undoubtedly be the most powerful. OK

Although the relationship between the two is good, it is definitely not possible to speak directly. Maybe they can exchange the skills of Void Fluctuation... um... If it doesn't work, then add a sum of money.

I heard that she had a very difficult life in Shechem City. She was heavily in debt and could not collect taxes. She was also harassed by the son of the local chieftain.

By the way, Charlene and Luya have a very good relationship. Find opportunities to take her with you, so that the chances can be increased.

Just when Yalei was secretly thinking about a pair of ponytails, a figure suddenly flashed outside the training ground, and a guard from the guard barged in, holding a letter sealed with lacquer in his hand.

"Your Excellency, the encrypted letter from the province of Babylon!"

"The province of Babylon?"

The black-haired knight's eyes moved, he took the letter in his hand, tore the envelope and read it carefully, and said to the guard soldier in front of him:

"Come with me, and when I finish writing the letter, you will send it out immediately."

...

In the evening, the public restaurant.

In the center of the brownish-yellow dining room, there are twelve lampposts erected. The lights are stable, and the space is illuminated like daytime. A large rectangular dining table is full of various delicacies.

The senior officers in the officer's office sat quietly opposite each other, and only thirteen people were eating quietly at the table that was more than ten meters long. The walls of the restaurant are inlaid with round light blue ice cubes, which shine with the flow of lights, releasing a cool breeze.

Carla used a fork to precisely pick up the red meat on the plate, and gently sent it into the mouth, a soft and tender strong meat fragrance suddenly filled the whole mouth.

"This calf liver is really well-baked!" He said vaguely, blowing the heat in his mouth.

"That's not a calf liver, that's a horned lizard's liver."

Lydia picked up the milky white milk and slowly sipped her mouth. She said blankly, "My father told me before that people who drink too much will have bad taste. I didn't believe it at that time, but I believe it now."

"...Anyway, it's the same, beef liver, lizard liver or something... isn't it all liver..." Carla lowered her head, took a bite of the red meat, and murmured.

Ever since he lost to the female knight in the wine competition, every time he sees each other, he has a feeling of bowing his head.

"Today I received a letter from the province of Babylon."

Yale put down the tableware in his hand, glanced at everyone's faces one by one, and said softly:

"General Waldo's subordinates told me in a letter that when they destroyed a cult den, they got some vague information from some cultists."

Clark paused with his hand on the meat block: "I have a bad feeling... Could it be the news about the demon disaster?"

At present, demonic disasters are breaking out all over the world, and some areas in the eastern region of Rosevia are the most serious. The highland kingdoms, including the southern Celts, are less affected by the demonic disasters, and there are almost no major crises.

"Yes, they claim that the Black Goat Goddess is about to be resurrected. There are five birthplaces in total, namely Armenia, Belgium, Assyria, Babylon, and... Celtic."

The black-haired knight lowered his head and looked at the faint light and shadow reflected by the fine porcelain. The expression in his pure black eyes was changing: "The imperial army is too tight, and there is no room to help us."

"Is the source reliable?" Charlene covered her mouth and looked at him sideways.

"I don't know either, but this is a letter from General Wolff, and the credibility is not low." Yale raised his head and looked at everyone:

"The birth date of the Black Goat Goddess is March 15th next year, which means - half a year later."

"I think the date should be correct."

Pompey put down the tableware in his hand and looked at the black-haired knight calmly: "I am familiar with the spells of the prophecy department, and I have been under some inexplicable pressure recently. Now that I think about it, it should be this matter."

"anyway……"

Beverly swallowed the food in his mouth suddenly, wiped his mouth and said:

"The old mage named Merlin also mentioned something similar today. He said that the three Celtic islands will be in constant panic under the invasion of monsters. Until a girl who can draw a sword in the stone appears, she is The ruler of Celtic Island's destiny, this girl will lead the Celts to defeat the devil and become the king of all people in the future."

"The sword in the stone, is that the golden holy sword in the backyard?" Nicole stuck out her pink tongue: "We can't pull it out. If a little girl can really do it, is she the incarnation of a dragon..."

"You can't even pull it out?" Goethe and Lolo looked at them in surprise.

"The boss is fine, but he's not interested in the sword, so he stayed there. If you are interested, you can try it in the backyard." Kara took a sip of the aperitif and said heartlessly. .

"Hey hey hey! Where's it going!" Yale knocked on the table displeasedly, and said angrily:

"Let's talk about the serious business, don't go wrong!"

"..." Everyone shrank their necks.

"The basic situation is like this, but there must be a big reward before the war. This is the practice. You have everything you want to list."

The black-haired knight saw that their expressions of listening attentively resumed, and continued:

"Three days later, I will go to Alonidan to report on my work, and ask for a reward to His Majesty Caesar for you. Remember, don't give me too much reasonable requests."

"By the way, Nancy should be back at that time. I think you should inform that girl." Lydia suggested "kindly".

Yale nodded again and again: "I almost forgot if you didn't say it. I just happened to drop by to see her."