Fairy’s Box

"Is this the end?"

Yale spread out his hands wrapped in gauze, a little surprised.

"It's over."

"But it's only been twenty days..."

"Do you know how much I spent these 20 days!!"

Old Farr grabbed Yale's collar with red eyes and shook it back and forth:

"The cost of medicine alone is 500 soles a day, and you have to pick and choose what to eat."

"I'm going to suffer. If you don't eat well before then, will you be worthy of yourself?"

Yale answered confidently, then flattened his palms and said with a bitter face:

"I don't feel anything but numbness and itching in my hands."

"All I can do with that little bit of time is adjust it to the intensity of using the fingertips."

Old Farr pulled out a pack of shredded tobacco, twisted a strand, gently rolled it into a small ball, and put it into a porcelain pipe:

"Don't worry, when the itchiness subsides, those hands will make you feel reborn. The rest is up to you. Even in the palace of His Majesty, don't slack off."

Watching Old Farr skillfully press the tobacco **** into the pipe, Aleton felt bored, leaned his neck back on the chair, and drowsiness surged up.

In the next few days, Yalei was basically idle. In order to completely take care of his hands and not leave secret injuries, Old Farr fiddled with various drugs for him to take internally and externally until the beginning of the Flower God Festival.

To show respect for the Queen of Flowers, the East Thracians would fast for a day and go out to plant sunflowers in the wild, and return with the seeds that the sunflowers shed on their own, believing that doing so would bring happiness.

The bell towers, restaurants, shops, parks, all buildings except churches, are hung with large and small bouquets of flowers. The Triumph Square in the center has become a sea of ​​flowers, and the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Except for pharmacies, hospitals and taverns, shops are closed and farms are on holiday. It goes without saying that rich people wear gold and jade ornaments, but even poor people have to adjust their clothes and hats a little, hold large bouquets of flowers, and sing praises into the joyful flow of people. On the holy day once every 30 years, people have only experienced two or three times in their life, and if they don't relax completely, is it not a waste of time in the world.

People forget about wealth and poverty, forget about worries and troubles, forget about tension and fatigue, and only have joy and happiness.

Hundreds of young men and women flocked to the Arc de Triomphe square by the crowd. This was the agreement between the Emperor Agarik and the queen. While enjoying the authority of the lord, Figueres must fulfill the responsibility of cultivating a new generation of seeds for the empire. However, the Queen took advantage of the contract, and the festival that used to be once every two years has become once every 30 years.

Although he is respected as a god, the emperor has nothing to do because of the contract. Indirectly promoted the birth of a profession - Doctor Fairy.

From the past to the present, Yale found that communicating with fairies is indeed a very challenging knowledge.

He was reluctantly sprayed with perfume, put on a dress, and even smeared with hair wax, and then transported to the Arc de Triomphe like a puppet.

Noticing the pale face of the girl beside him, Yale asked with some concern:

"Are you all right, are you feeling unwell?"

The girl's face has been delicately modified, and the light makeup just covers up a few freckles. The upper body is a white dress with roses, and the lower body shows a pair of delicate deerskin boots. The hairstyle is a playful mid-part.

If you put on a men's clothing, it must be a handsome girl who can't distinguish between males and females.

"Don't you feel scared? It is said that His Majesty Figueres likes to abuse mortals. If she can't satisfy her, men will be chopped into meat sauce to be used as flower fat, and women will be peeled to make **..."

The girl stammered, with tears in the corners of her eyes, as if she was frightened.

Yale couldn't understand what kind of character the legendary queen was, who could contradictly combine mortals' respect, love, fear, and body. However, this did not prevent him from speaking comfortably:

"Hua Fei** or something, it must be a rumor, think about it, if the queen is so cruel, why is she still loved by people, why the most people who return are seriously ill, and there has never been any missing halfway. Right? In my opinion, those rumors are just a trick made up by adults to scare children, but they are just passed on, and countless versions have been derived, and finally even the adults themselves believe it."

At the end, Yale couldn't help but smile, and even the girl laughed along with him.

"Well, I'm Betty, thank you."

It seems that the fear has been eliminated, and the girl's speech has also become, and there is a kind of dashing and smart feeling between the words.

"I'm Yale, nice to meet you."

The brief encounter with the girl at least passed the boring time. Compared with the lengthy speech of the big man on the podium in the square, the soft voice of the beautiful girl around him is obviously more attractive.

The same thing happened around, until the whispers completely overshadowed the speech on the stage, and the big man ended with the sentence "May the future of the empire be better".

At this point, people cheered and applauded from the heart.

At the next square reception, Yale naturally stayed with Betty. This girl has superb dancing skills. In contrast, Yale has a little bit of dabbling, but at best she can only dance, which is very passive by comparison.

"You mean, you once owned four manors?"

Betty took Yale's arm and circled to the soothing music.

"Yeah, but in order to raise tuition, all were sold."

Holding the girl's slender waist, Yale could feel the delicateness and elasticity of his fingertips. This unprecedented touch made his mouth dry.

"That's a pity..."

As the daughter of a farmer, she naturally knew the value of the olive farms and felt heartfelt regret for Yale's prodigal behavior.

At the end of the song, the dance ended, and with the passionate speech of Orthodox Bishop Clayman, countless fireworks burst into the sky.

"In the witness of the Lord! Chosen children, at the moment of the new birth, you will reach the other side of the world. This is a great opportunity that is only once in 30 years. Those who hold the opportunity will be reborn. May The Father in heaven bless you, and the Most High Christ is with you, Amen!"

At the end of the speech, the crescent moon in the sky just happened to be covered by dark clouds, and the most central point was flickering with breathtaking and coquettish emerald green. Leaky hanging in the sky.

Through its center, you can vaguely see, on the other side of the world - that endless sea of ​​sunflowers!

Dazzling emerald brilliance, while submerged the earth.