Fairy’s Box

The three walked side by side, walked out of the closed and reinforced underground cell, passed through the heavily guarded barriers, and strolled all the way to the stables, before Bruno and Kara stopped.

"Miss Vista is really amazing, two old stubborn stubborn stubborn people, you will take care of them in a few days." The silver-haired boy stopped by the bar outside the stable, watched the other party get on the carriage, and complimented with admiration.

Vista opened the door, looked back at them, and smiled:

"The so-called spiritual guidance is just taking advantage of the emptiness. If they don't have their own ideas, I have no way to do it... Unfortunately, things are not completed successfully."

"The success rate of persuading to surrender this time has exceeded the boss's expectations. The next thing, just leave it to us." When Kara spoke, there was a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, but a cold light flashed in the depths of her pupils.

"Is something exciting about to happen?"

Vesta put his palms together and chuckled, sat in the car, and waved at them: "I have heard a little about the good things they did. I am here in advance to thank you for killing the people. See you next time."

"Goodbye, esteemed gentlemen of knights."

The coachman took off his hat and saluted, raised the reins, and drove slowly on the way home.

...

In the hall of the underground prison, Haima Bai'an and Sea Prince Krissula sat side by side on the bench. At this moment, the shackles on their bodies had been completely removed, and their injuries had received the best treatment.

Yale stood in front of them, holding two brand-new military certificates in his hand, and handed them to them respectively: "You have made the most correct choice, and I promise that you will be very grateful for today's important step in the future.

The black-haired knight's voice was steady, and he looked around with admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you sir."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The two former naval admirals took over the military certificate and responded with some stiff jaws.

"I have arranged two VIP seats for you in the hot spring sanatorium. You can rest there during this time. When the conditions are ripe, you will have your positions."

"grown ups."

Krissula held the military certificate, hesitated for a while, and said with some hesitation:

"Return... No, I mean the only two of us who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light?"

"if not?"

"I...I have a request."

"You want to plead for them?"

A fierce cold light danced deep in his pupils, and the temperature of his voice suddenly dropped below freezing. Yale stood in front of them, but it seemed as if he had sunk into the darkness, and the entire space seemed to be his sight.

"I know my request is presumptuous, but please give me some time..."

Krisshura lowered her head instantly, trying her best to resist the oppression that was like a prison in the surrounding, and said in a panic:

"They are just blinded by Julian's dogma. It only takes a little time to wake up like me, completely cut off the past, and concentrate on serving Your Excellency."

"late."

The understatement of the black-haired knight instantly shattered all his fantasies.

"Are they dead?"

Krissula looked at him with a bleak expression, her eyes were dull, and her tone was weak as if she was about to die.

"I am about to be hanged."

"Then give me a chance!"

Hope rekindled in his eyes, stood up from the bench, quickly knelt down on one knee and begged:

"What you have lost is just a little time, and what you are about to gain are a few loyal warriors. With such a clear gain, why isn't it worth a try?"

"You really surprised me..."

Yale's expression didn't change. He stared at him with sharp eyes like a knife. After a while, he said, "You have thirty minutes. I hope you can persuade them as you persuaded me."

"Grateful!"

Krissula lowered her head and let out a sigh of relief.

...

The gate of the prison slowly opened, and the four sea generals, the sea phantom, the sea witch, the sea monster, and the devil fish, were tied to a stretcher and pushed out of the cell in turn.

The temperature in the candle-lit interrogation room was not low, and they shivered for no reason. Contrary to what the four had imagined, it was not the executioner who sat in the candlelight, but their old acquaintances—the Sea Prince Krisura and Seahorse Bion.

This situation is clear at a glance.

"Krissula, Byrne, you two traitors!"

"Shameless coward, honor will leave you!"

"You have betrayed the Emperor of the Sea, betrayed us, and are willing to be reduced to lowly lackeys, pathetic beasts!"

"I spurn you, even if you go to hell, I will curse you!"

The four people who were burning with anger started scolding, as if their tragic experience was theirs, and humiliating them would be liberating.

"Yes, I am a traitor, a coward, and a lackey in your eyes."

As if wearing a cold and hard mask, Krissula walked towards them without expression, her tone was flat, and the last sentence suddenly raised her tone:

"More importantly, I'm still the executioner."

He walked up to the sea phantom beast who was swearing, raised his right hand with stern eyes, slowly raised it under the eyes of everyone, and suddenly slashed with a palm, hitting the opponent's skull.

boom--!

The head of the sea phantom was suddenly shrunk by half a scoop, the whole body spasmed for a while, blood oozing from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and immediately died.

"You, what did you do?"

The sea witch was so cold that she could hardly believe her eyes.

"It doesn't matter how you scold me, you hate me as much as possible."

Krisshura walked to the sea monster indifferently, and pointed a finger on his forehead, his eyes swept to the rest like cold ice and snow, and said indifferently:

"But the anger of the dead is meaningless. From now on, every once in a while, I will kill someone. You can scold as much as you want. I won't mind, because the more you die, the more competition I have. The fewer people there are, the higher the official position will be.”

"Why is this? Krissula, why are you like this?"

The devil fish raised his head vigorously, stared into his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and roared hoarsely:

"Are you crazy and completely without dignity?"

"Dignity? Only living people have that kind of thing, you don't need to worry about me."

Krisshura slowly raised her hand from the head of the sea beast and sneered:

"To tell you the truth, the reason why I came here is to persuade the governor for the last time in the name of the governor, and this is how I persuaded to surrender. You have already prepared for it, haven't you, then go to die in peace, anyway, even if it is death The lord alone won't care, because he didn't have much hope."

"..."

The air became eerily quiet, and the eyes of the remaining three generals of the sea became extremely hideous, as if they wished to devour his flesh and blood immediately.

Rather than hope, perhaps hatred is the greatest motivation for survival.

On the other hand, a split admiral group is better than a united admiral group in the eyes of the Lord.

Bion stared at the friend of Shandan's former colleague, with sadness in his indifferent eyes, turned his face away, and hid himself in the shadow of the candlelight as much as possible.

Old friend, what are you doing?