Fairy’s Box

Charlene woke up from the afterglow of the dance and immediately realized her movements. The next moment, a dense rash crawled all over her body.

"Bastard!" The vindictive punch hit the dance partner's belly, finding an outlet for the shyness and itching.

Yale thought of the beginning, but did not expect the end. His body was thrown high, and he drew an arc in the sky and hit the mast.

When he recovered from the dizziness, the girl's figure had disappeared. According to past experience, he probably went to take a bath.

Boom, boom, boom...

The crystal slipper rhythmically wiped the floor, making a crisp sound. A pair of slender and suitable legs walked in front of him, and above, came the lithe voice of Saint Ricardo: "You are the warrior sent by your country to protect me."

At the same time, a wrist that bullied the snow and the frost was handed over. He got up and bowed to kiss and salute:

"Meeting for the first time, Your Highness Li Jialu, I am Yale Bernstein, and it is my honor to be able to walk with you."

The other party is a catholic saint, and he is an orthodox in name. In comparison, it is more appropriate to call His Highness directly.

"I am very grateful for the hospitality of your country. You and your companions have also allowed me to experience the dance of the Roseviers."

"Compared to you, our dance is like a firefly under the stars. It is a blessing for us to be fortunate to witness His Highness's holy face." Yale racked his brains to come up with a blockbuster mandarin.

"Thank you for your compliment. His Majesty the Pope is very polite to a young talent like you. If possible, I hope to meet you again in the Palace of Nations."

Li Jialu's eyes flowed, still smiling beautifully, completely ignoring the surprise of the people around her.

The Temple of All Nations, the highest hall of Catholicism, is only accessible to core members and has never been opened to the public. No matter who they are, as long as they can take a step, it means becoming a high-level catholic church.

Her Majesty's Highness, the intention of soliciting is really straightforward.

"It's a pity for your favor and kindness. I have the battle pattern of Rosevia on my body, and I can't accept the baptism of His Majesty the Pope."

Yale didn't even think about rejecting it outright, he never considered allegiance to a monarch other than the Emperor of Rosevia.

"It's a pity." Her tone and expression were still gentle and pleasant, and she must have been mentally prepared.

The Catholic Holy Maiden politely said a few words, and then, with just the right look of weariness, she returned to the cabin one after another, marking the end of the dance.

boom! The door of the room was slammed open, and Yale boldly stepped over the dividing line under his feet, aggressively preparing to ask the teacher to ask his guilt.

"You..." He originally intended to say, you, a capricious woman, stopped abruptly at the tip of his tongue.

Because of the discovery of strange creatures.

Charlene wrapped herself in the shape of a roll with a sheet, leaving only a strand of hair outside.

"What's the matter with you?" Yale asked close and suspiciously.

The exposed strand of hair suddenly shrank, and a few seconds later, the girl's nervous and dazed voice came from the sheet:

"I seem to...seem to have done something very shameless."

"It's just a dance, where is there no shame?"

"Woo..." The roll-shaped sheet began to deform irregularly, making a tangled and painful nasal sound.

puff! The girl's head came out like a groundhog, her star eyes widened: "It's not all because of you!"

"Aren't you very happy when you dance! Also, that's with your consent!" He couldn't understand the other party's logic.

Charlene glared angrily, did not speak, and stared straight at him. After a while, he drilled back like a groundhog.

"Okay, I don't care." Yale lay back on the soft couch tastelessly.

All night, the girl kept making strange sounds of unknown meaning, and he tossed and turned until midnight, before barely closing his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the Maria stopped quietly on the sea, and there seemed to be a shadow in the reflection at the bottom of the ship.

Captain's Room

The bald Captain Feiwen was lying on the couch, his chest heaving slightly, a map on his face, and he fell asleep snoring.

The map marked many red dots where the Maria had sailed, and the closest one was on the edge of the Mediterranean.

In other words, the location where the Maria is now is exactly the border of the sea frontier of Rosevia.

The wheelhouse of the Maria

Helmsman Kevin, wrapped in a blanket, lay dozing on the seat. Although there was no driving at night, in order to cope with emergencies, a helmsman was needed to watch the night, and it happened to be his turn.

Because it is a merchant ship, the rules are not so strict, just stay in the wheelhouse.

Kevin was sleeping soundly, and a slight chill suddenly covered his body. In his sleep, the helmsman shivered a little from the cold, and tugged at the blanket vaguely.

After a period of time, he found that instead of warming up, his body became even colder.

"Ah! Damn, what's going on?"

Kevin woke up trembling, looked out with the probe, and I didn't know when it started, a thick layer of fog had formed around the hull.

The mist seemed to be spewing out of the ground, rising from the sea incessantly, and waves of misty waves came heavy like wool balls, blocking the moonlight.

"Unfortunate! I can't leave tomorrow."

With such a big fog, it was almost impossible to reach out and see, and even the experienced helmsman could not find the route. If you mess up, you are likely to get lost in the ocean.

After the helmsman woke up from the cold, he didn't feel sleepy for a while, and finally remembered his responsibilities.

So, wrapped in a blanket, he stepped out of the wheelhouse onto the deck, walked around the guardrail, and saw nothing wrong.

"Forget it, go back and get another blanket and go back to sleep." Kevin yawned and walked back.

The cold wind gradually picked up, and the helmsman stopped, only to feel that the cold wind behind him was strange, and the wind seemed to blow only behind him.

He turned sharply and found nothing.

The cold wind whizzed through his ears, but Kevin didn't let his guard down. He found that the waves under the boat were calm and calm like a pool of stagnant water.

Logically speaking, with such a strong wind, the ocean under the boat should have already turned white waves into the sky, but at this moment, the silence is a bit strange.

goo goo goo...

There was a lot of foam on the bottom of the boat, and the helmsman couldn't help but want to see what happened. As soon as he stepped, the deck was violently bumped, and the bow was raised high, almost at a right angle in an instant.

Kevin was shot in the air, let out a miserable cry, and fell straight into the unfathomable sea, not even a single splash of water was left behind.

Yale woke up from his deep sleep, his body was spinning, and he hit the side wall of the cabin. The furniture and beds were all crowded into a ball and pressed over.

Is there a tsunami! ?

He pushed them away one by one embarrassed, and in a panic, a roll came towards him, revealing Charlene's startled head.

The teenager grabbed a corner of the roll and placed her flat on the side wall.

At this time, the world was turned upside down again, and Yale slammed down, his fingers tightly clasped the side wall, and the furniture even slid back. The space is back to normal, but the whole room is a mess.

"What's the matter!" Charlene asked cautiously as her upper body emerged from the reel, and also pressed against the side wall.

"It's probably a storm..." The boy jumped back to the floor and half-squatted on the ground alertly. After a few seconds, he found that the hull had returned to calm.

"Go out and see!" The girl finally got out of the reel.

The speed of the two was very fast, and the first group reached the deck.

It was a gray patch on the deck, and the air in the distance was like thick milk, soaking the world in it, and it seemed that nothing could be seen three feet away.

Charlene felt a little sticky on her bare skin. She always felt like she was holding something in her lungs. She wanted to exhale but couldn't. She felt uncomfortable.

patter... patter...

The decaying behemoth slowly surfaced to the sea, and the sea water flowed back into the ocean through its cracks. In the vagueness, sporadic fish and shells could be seen.

The rotting mast, only half of the bow remains, and the hull with broken keel can be seen.

This is a ghost ship that should have sunk long ago.

At this moment, it floated quietly on the left side of the Maria, and the cold wind blew a turbulent mist, like a flowing snowdrift, passing through the gaps in the hull, intertwining strangely.

Behind them, footsteps faltered, and more and more passengers stepped onto the deck. Among them, a half-dressed middle-aged lady made a frightened cry:

"What, what is this?"