Fairy’s Box

"Don't look at me like that, I've been stationed for so long, I've already gotten used to it."

Luya tilted her head, her ponytails drooped straight and softly, her bright red nails lightly rubbed the armrest, and her legs were slanted, with a familiar and unmoved expression on her pretty face.

"I have bad news here."

Yalei sat back on the spot after hearing the words, took a sip of tea, and showed a stern expression on his face:

"During this time, a soldier named Lucian Wiz defected and has been listed as a designated seal by the sealing agency. The place where he absconded is the southern border, and he may come to your jurisdiction at any time."

"The Sealer?"

"almost."

"This problem...is troublesome."

She couldn't calm down this time. She pressed the armrest with both hands, and the wood she was pinching rattled. The cold and pretty face was covered with dark clouds, as if lightning might shoot out at any time.

Luya knew exactly what a sealer was. If this immortal existence escaped to the Canaan region, it would take many soldiers' lives to catch it.

"Don't worry, the group of people in the sealing organization, although they have abscesses, are not weak at the equipment for the sealer." The black-haired knight saw her frowning, and immediately spoke to comfort:

"I also have an agreement with them. If the sealer is found, I will also help."

"It's also not so scary to... the sealers of the main world."

Luya realized the existence of the holy sequence lock, the cloud on her face gradually dissipated, she suddenly realized something, and looked at each other in surprise:

"You said you would help deal with the sealer?"

"That's after finding the Blade of Time."

The black-haired knight also looked back at her and said calmly:

"However, as long as it is in the main world, if I encounter a sealer, even if I can't beat it, it's okay to hold it back."

"So confident...you seem to have really become a lot stronger."

It was only then that the female knight noticed that the fluctuations in the opponent's strength were completely introverted, round and full, not leaking half a cent, even she could not see the depth. Moreover, judging from the previous fights, although the surface is evenly divided, but in subtleties, she can still feel that she is at a disadvantage...

The poor creature who was once bullied by himself has grown into a great dragon now.

Looking at Yale in front of her, Luya recalled how the two of them went to the obelisk, then went to the military camp, and finally fought side by side against the evil god. Suddenly, she had a complicated feeling in her heart.

"If you find the sealer, you must also notify me. As the guardian here, I can't sit back and watch." She was silent for a while, and suddenly said.

"What battle can be more spectacular than inviting you to kill a **** together. Since you have the will to fight, of course I won't refuse." The black-haired knight stood up slowly, his eyes jumping with blood, as if a flame was burning:

"Then I will leave for now. If I can meet the sealer, I will be very honored to fight side by side with you."

"..."

There was a strange light in Luya's eyes, she raised her head, looked at the other party's gradually standing figure, and said softly:

"I'm looking forward to that moment too."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the intense and fiery fighting spirit connected them together, as if they were not in a comfortable and appropriate study, but in the holy war battlefield of the mountain of corpses and blood.

...

Shechem, Solomon's Temple.

In the prayer hall deep in the sanctuary, in the center is a quaint brown solid wood long table, the back of each seat has a pattern of a hexagram, and the image of the Kabbalah tree is depicted on the ceiling.

There are countless blank portraits hanging on the surrounding walls, which are the positions of the saints of all ages. Because the Hebrew scriptures are against idolatry, there are only signatures and no portraits.

The oldest one is the prophet Moses who made a rainbow covenant with Yahweh. It is no exaggeration to say that he was the one who established the origin of the three religions. In the eyes of the Hebrews, this saint is also an inviolable object. .

A group of people dressed in black sat at the table and formed a circle. There were old and young, but all of them were uniformly dressed - black big-brimmed hats, black long-tailed dresses, and two braids hanging down from the temples. .

"Two groups of powerful outsiders came here one after another, and it seems that another calamity has sneaked into the land of Canaan, and the scale is smaller than the last outbreak of the evil disaster." An old man with a face hidden under the brim said.

His hunched back was almost arched, his figure looked old, his clothes were worn out as if they had been dug out of a tomb, and his voice seemed to come from a distant ancient tomb.

Opposite the old man, a burly man lowered his head and stared at the patterns on the table, his voice rippling in the space:

"I said long ago that outsiders will pollute the pure land of God, and now the retribution has come."

"The secrets of the Tree of Kabbalah have not been exposed, no need to panic."

"The more they come, the greater the chance of exposure and they have to be driven away."

"Yes, the outsiders must be driven out. The city of Shechem is the promised land given to the Hebrews by God, and dirty and lowly heretics do not deserve to live here."

It seems that they are accustomed to hiding in the dark, and the people present are obviously their own people, but they are still habitually lowering their voices, as if a group of ghosts in the coffin are communicating with each other.

"To drive them away, what can we do to deal with this disaster, that can be designated to seal the organ, what is the opponent, don't you still know?"

The old man who spoke first raised his head, revealing a blood-red face. This face was not as old as his voice. There were only a few wrinkles between the corners of his eyes, and he looked no more than forty years old.

"..."

The space was quiet again, and only the sound of everyone's breathing remained.

"One of them is chasing the sealer, and the other group doesn't know the purpose. The people of the seal agency don't care for the time being, the threat is not high... But the other group, at least let us know their action target. ."

The old man stiffened his hunchback with difficulty and cast his gaze into the shadow in the southwest corner of the space:

"Roma, Shata, you go and find out the situation."

"Yes!"

The two voices of a man and a woman overlapped, and there was no change in the prayer room, but a shadow seemed to fade away in the corner.

"Lord Horadion, is this your latest saint?" a voice asked.

"No...they aren't quite the masterpiece yet."

The hunchbacked old man stared at the corner just now, with a smile on his face, and his whole face gradually revealed a little anger:

"My masterpiece will take a while to complete. As long as they complete the synchronization, their combat power will surpass all the saints in the past. At that time, we will not need to hide in the ground, return to the sun, and truly dominate the city."

"Praise my lord."

Accompanied by messy chanting, a dull chanting sounded soon in the prayer room.