Fairy’s Box

"gross……"

Charlene's eyes only stayed on the sketch for a second, and then she showed an expression of extreme disgust. She covered her eyes with lightning-like hands, and after getting used to it for a while, she carefully looked at the parasite through her fingers.

"Can such a big bug really be parasitic in the human body?" she asked suspiciously.

"No, it wasn't that big at first."

Yale immediately put down the drawing in his hand and picked up another one from the table: "This is the original appearance, only the thickness of silk thread, but it is very tough and has tenacious vitality."

"This one looks better."

The green-haired girl hurriedly put down her hand, took the drawing and scrutinized it for a while, and then tucked it into her arms: "I will show these drawings to Soros, he may have seen them."

"I will also hand it over to the Empire, and I hope it can be processed faster there."

The black-haired knight sighed, leaned back on the chair, glanced at Charlene who was about to go out, and suddenly stopped her: "By the way, I have a big business here, and Sound Nest might be very interested."

"Big business?"

After hearing this, Charlene turned around, raised her left arm exaggeratedly, covered her lips with the back of her snow-white hand, and looked at him sharply:

"Is there a bigger business than boosters?"

"more or less."

Yale straightened his back all of a sudden, propped his elbows on the table, and his eyes flashed a gleam: "An agency business, the Celtic weapons factory and the arms business of the New World rebel organization.

"..."

The green-haired girl rushed in front of him like a wind, and pressed her hands on the table with a pat, and her green eyes stared at him:

"Smuggling arms is against the law!"

"Of course others are breaking the law."

The black-haired knight leaned over calmly and said softly in her ear:

"But I am Caesar's hand-picked arms seller. Although I can't make a fuss about it, I can find a few agents and make a fortune. No one will care."

"I'm afraid that the munitions factory that was built before will close down because there is no order. I can't see that His Majesty Caesar is really a caring and good person." Charlene pursed her thin lips and smiled like a big cat that stole a fish.

"I was busy and forgot about it some time ago, and I only remember it now, but it should not be too late."

Yale leaned back slightly, reached out to open the drawer, took out a contact list of the New World rebel organization, and shook it in front of his lover:

"This is a big business. The amount of a single transaction may reach hundreds of millions of Sols. I don't know how many transactions are made in a year. I think even a world-class consortium can't help but be moved?"

"..."

The green-haired girl looked at the list with bright eyes, showing a coveted expression.

"However, this list is too important. I will only give it to someone I trust." The black-haired knight saw that Charlene's little claws were ready to go, and it looked like he was about to grab it, so he immediately reached out and suppressed the list:

"Sound Nest can of course become one of the agents. I just hope that your confidentiality work will be in place, and the price can be negotiated slowly."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Charlene nodded in satisfaction. When she heard him say that Yinchao was only one of the agents, she immediately showed an unwilling expression and puffed up her cheeks and stared at him:

"What? Is the sound nest just one of them? Why don't you give it to me, don't you also get a share?"

"Don't make it like a power-money deal. I will only do the right thing. You can't put bread in the same basket. You should understand this simple truth." she.

"cut……"

The green-haired girl snorted in a long tone, and stood up straight with her hands on her back, her eyes looking at the ceiling, and the black leather boots on her right foot were drawn in circles on the floor:

"You don't have to think about it. Anyway, there must be Amber's name on the list of agents, right? The honest and upright Governor-General has his benefits in everything. It must be a coincidence, and there is absolutely no dirty transaction."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The black-haired knight coughed a few times due to her choking, cleared his throat, and took this opportunity to search his stomach to sort out his thoughts, and argued with awe:

"What do you know, I did this entirely because the Amber consortium depended on it. The development of the Celtic region requires a lot of capital. Amber is a very good matchmaker. Besides, I can have today's situation, but Amber is I have contributed a lot, whether it is public or private, I have to give him benefits."

"Okay, okay, you're right."

Charlene covered her lips with one hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her right hand swayed slightly like a willow leaf twice, with an expression that I have reason, I don't bother to say, and I don't care about you arguing and being arrogant.

It has to be said that thousands of words are not as powerful as this trick, at least it is very effective for Yale - his lungs are about to explode.

"There is a problem with the background of the sound nest, and the review fails!" The black-haired knight decided to fight back.

"Why!"

The green-haired girl suddenly froze, and almond eyes stared at him.

Yale gave her a gloomy look, lowered his head slightly, and hid his entire face in the shadow of the backlight: "Unless you can come up with a bargaining chip that satisfies me, don't talk about it."

Originally, he just wanted to intimidate the other party, but he didn't expect that Charlene agreed without showing weakness. Since the two had a lot of work to do during the day, they made an appointment to make a deal at night.

...here's the deal...

Charlene squeaked and turned on the water valve, and the pattering water suddenly fell into her palm. She felt the temperature of the water, then grabbed the handle of the shower and sprinkled the water on the right leg of the black-haired knight, and asked softly:

"Is the water temperature okay?"

"good."

Yale closed his eyes and lay on the steaming reclining chair, and snorted comfortably.

"..."

Charlene pursed her lips, held the shower with red cheeks, and rinsed along the other person's body, which made him feel relaxed for a while, and the load of trivial matters in his mind faded a lot.

Warm water has the effect of soothing the mood. The black-haired knight's tense spirit during this period of time has relaxed a little, even a little over his head, making him feel drowsy.

Seeing that Yalei's expression became more and more relaxed, the green-haired girl closed the water valve, took out the liquid acacia powder from the porcelain jar, and gently smeared it on his body.

"It's a little itchy..."

The black-haired knight felt a pair of delicate and soft hands smearing his body, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, so he simply attributed this feeling to "itching".

The girl who was only wrapped in a bath towel raised her head, the corners of her mouth were slightly flattened and said:

"Mom said it would make men feel comfortable, why do you feel itchy?"

"It's really comfortable...but it's a little itchy..."

Yale replied blankly, clearly asking for that kind of deal, why was she dragged into the bathroom.

Charlene snickered, squeezed the acacia powder in her hand, smeared a slightly cold white foam on him, and then slowly cleaned it with her slender green onion fingers.

The black-haired knight is now floating in the clouds, and his body and mind are extremely comfortable, which can make him feel moderate in strength. This kind of **** is extremely difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

"It's almost there... let's get started."

Yale was very comfortable being cleaned up by her, but she was still eager to make a deal.

"Don't worry, wash it up first."

The green-haired girl gave him a coquettish look, then took out another porcelain jar, dipped the powder in clean water, and then picked up the paste-like acacia powder to wash her hair.

She has seen the complete family inheritance, so she knows the structure of the human body like the back of her hand, her fingers spread open, pressing the subcutaneous tissue of the black-haired knight's head, making him consciously stop talking.

"It's really comfortable."

Fearing that he couldn't hold it, Yale didn't dare to look directly at Charlene's body, so he could only cast his eyes on the vapor-filled ceiling, and let the other party use the skills he learned from his mother.

The green-haired girl washed his hair for him, then took out the razor, carefully cleaned his beard, and sighed softly:

"What a waste of energy, obviously you usually scratch with a sword."

"It feels good to use a razor once in a while," the black-haired knight said softly with his eyes closed.

keep cool! Don't be distracted!

He enjoyed the tingling sensation in his jaw, and kept reminding himself of it.

"Hmph, how are you, are you feeling better?"

Charlene raised her lips proudly, and while smearing foam on his abdomen, peeked at the destruction mushroom.

However, to her great disappointment, the Mushroom of Destruction was no longer in the same spirit as before. Looking at Yalei's face again, she found that he had a serene expression that was half-smile but not a smile, with an ethereal and detached expression.

How is this going?

This is not the same as what was said!

Mom, you lied to me!

The green-haired girl felt the malice from Mrs. Louise in the distance, pushed her lover hard, and asked embarrassedly:

"How are you feeling now?"

"Sorry, it's really comfortable."

The black-haired knight was pushed out of the state of detachment by her. Looking at Charlene's blushing pretty face, there was no fluctuation in her heart, and there was no idea of ​​a deal:

"That's it, it's time for me to work."

"no."

However, Charlene refused to obey. She pouted and fell straight into the pool. After she came up, she hummed softly, "I don't care. I just cleaned it up for you. Now is your turn."

...

"I am in so much pain!"

Goethe collapsed sickly on the bed, and from time to time he wailed with a bitter face, causing Luoluo to jump up and down, willing to be called by him at will, busy round and round.

"The apple is peeled, let's eat it." Luo Luo looked at her friend with red eyes, and handed over the peeled apple in her hand.

"it is good."

Goethe opened his eyes, observed the expression of his companion, and pretended to support his body, before he fell back before his waist straightened, and hummed with a painful expression:

"My chest is so hot, I can't straighten my waist."

"Then let me feed you."

Luo Luo held the apple and handed the fragrant pulp to him.

"I know you are the best for me." Goethe squeezed out two tears and looked at him gratefully.

"Hurry up and eat, the governor said that your injury will not affect your movement, so there is no sick leave." Lolo fed him a mouthful of apples before telling the other party the bad news.

"The Governor is really inhuman!"

Goethe cursed in a low voice with an angry face, took another bite of the apple, chewed it carefully, and said helplessly:

"Just work, work. All in all, it's not bad to be able to save my life. I have to advance to the origin as soon as possible, otherwise I really don't know how long it will take."

"Um."

Luo Luo nodded, then let go of the apple in his hand, turned and walked to the bathroom separated by the curtain:

"It's almost dawn. I'll wash my face and help you get dressed."

When the light of dawn rose from the far east, the sound of neat footsteps near the camp gradually became clear. After Goethe heard the sound, two or three mouthfuls of apples were finished and he hurriedly jumped up from the bed.

The immediate boss has no humanity, and the temporary boss doesn't have much humanity. If Lydia knew that she hadn't woken up yet, she would probably get another poisonous shot.

Luo Luo came back after washing up, but saw that Goethe was ready to go, and his movements didn't seem to be much fuller than usual.

"F!"

"Don't worry about such little things, let's go!"

While the two were talking, they rushed out of the tent at the fastest speed, changed classes with Lydia who came back, and then started to patrol the station with another group of people.

"Looks very energetic... Originally I was going to grant him sick leave, but now I don't seem to need it." The female knight looked at Goethe's back and muttered to herself in a trance.

"Forget it, now is not the time to think about it."

Lydia turned around and walked towards her tent, and just as she opened the curtain and was about to enter, a herald ran over panting.

"Report sir, Gaul's expedited document." He was sweating and handed a document wrapped in oiled paper.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The female knight took the document, tore it open along the seal, took out a stack of thick appraisal reports, and immediately turned around and walked into the account.

Spreading the appraisal papers on the table, they were neatly arranged one by one. Lydia carefully read the contents of the report, but the doubts in her eyes became more and more intense.

This is an appraisal report on the ability of monsters. When monsters attacked the shopping street in the western suburbs, she once captured several living bodies that had been cut into adult sticks, and then sent these prisoners to the relevant departments in Gaul for research.

Originally, it was only to make a small contribution to the cause of the empire's eradication of demonic disasters, but the information returned by the research department was very strange. They said that these monsters are different from those they have seen before. Although the appearance and nature are similar, their strength has been greatly weakened, and even their age and life status are different.

What does it mean?

Could it be that the Highland Kingdom has its own national conditions here, and even the monsters are different from other places?

What a joke!

The female knight felt that this discovery was very important, and quickly listed the documents in her hand neatly, put it in the original oil paper bag, and quickly flashed out of the tent with her hand in her hand.

If the monsters in the Highland Kingdom are different from other places, does it mean that the cultists here are also different, and why is there such a difference? Could there be some conspiracy in this?

Lydia galloped with all her might against the rising sun, her figure flickered with the sharp sound of the breaking wind, and a series of questions flashed in her mind at the same time.