Fairy’s Box

Because of that false fantasy, Hilda gradually began to trust Ale, and became more and more dependent on the power of the Lord of the Rings. At first the dark-haired knight thought it was a good thing, but later he found that he completely underestimated the queen's inertia.

After what happened that night, Hiluda seemed to regard the Lord of the Rings as something like a wishing lamp, and began to try to ask questions. At first, it was limited to state affairs. After discovering that the 'Netherworld' was very patient, it quickly became a non-existent one. Do not ask.

From the nutritional analysis of food, the flower language of flowers, to the lucky number of a certain day, to the color matching of a certain accessory on the dress, and so on, the problems of the world and the north wind are irrelevant one after another.

The black-haired knight could barely cope at first, but later he could only 'offline' and pretend to be dead. However, after blocking her, Xiluda would lose his temper and threaten him with disobedient reasons.

However, Yale is not a vegetarian. Although he can't hurt this woman, proper punishment, such as occasional 'electrotherapy', can still cure her.

But this time, the black-haired knights could not electrify their queen in front of Valhalla Palace in front of a large number of officials. The control distance of the Lord of the Rings is also limited, so I have to let her leave the carriage for the time being. How things will develop next depends on Hiluda's own luck.

...

The sun was sinking in the west, heavy clouds hung low on the horizon, and the pure white carriage drove through the side road and stopped in front of the Valhalla Palace.

That vile ring spirit!

As soon as Xiluda stepped out of the carriage, the whole person woke up. Looking at the gazes cast by the men and women, he knew that he couldn't shrink back now, so he could only bite the bullet and step on the carpet.

She Shi Shiran followed behind the etiquette officer, her eyes down, her silver hair reaching the ground, flying up, as if it were the jumping lines of the elves in this ice and snow.

The queen's palace dress is blue as pure as lake water, decorated with gems and silver, with a circle of gold necklaces with delicate lines from the shoulders to the chest. Soft arms.

Xiluda's appearance and manners are indeed impeccable, even the word gorgeous and dignified cannot describe half of her charm, which is enough to conquer everyone present.

However, under this flawless mask, there is an uneasy heart hidden.

What to do? What to do? What to do……

The Queen has just killed a group of greedy ministers who specialize in this area. The Lord of the Rings doesn't care about her at the moment. Her mind is really blank. Looking at the Crystal Throne that is getting closer and closer in the distance, her calves are tense and weak.

boom--!

A dozen miles away from the Valhalla Palace, the snowstorm suddenly spewed flames hundreds of yards tall, and the huge spherical shock wave fell to the ground like a scorching sun, bursting with intense light. The shock wave went straight to the palace, and when it approached the door, it was turned into countless fuzzy ripples by a dark and transparent invisible barrier.

"assassin!"

"Magic disaster?"

"terrorist!?"

There was an uproar among the officials standing on both sides of the avenue in front of the hall. With the roar of the explosion, the originally neat line suddenly became chaotic. Some people were so frightened that they fell down, some people were lying on the ground, and some people were running away.

In this chaotic situation, someone suddenly noticed the Queen's figure, and the noise quickly decreased.

Under the firelight reflecting the red sky, Hiluda stood in place with a calm expression, turned lightly to glance at the direction of the firelight, then left the dumbfounded etiquette officer and walked straight to the throne.

The messy wind and snow blew on the queen, and with her back, she parted back, reflecting the blazing red fire in the distance, as if forming a bright and glorious avenue, filled with sacred colors in an instant.

Hiluda walked to the throne, her skirt fluttered, turned and sat down:

"But even if it's a terrorist attack, why panic?"

Her eyes were as cold as snow, and she swept across the front of the hall, and there seemed to be a slight sound of ice ridges breaking in the air.

Hiluda's composure without changing color when Mount Tai collapsed in front of it gave the bureaucrats a great shock. In their eyes, the queen, who was originally as fragile as a vase, instantly became a little unfathomable.

In fact, Xiluda is really calm at the moment. In just a few days, there was another assassination, another demon disaster, and another evil god's recovery. She has long been tormented by her nerves. A mere terrorist attack is compared to those major events. Not really.

"..."

The Queen looked up at the swirling flames scattered in the sky in the distance, thinking of all the miserable conditions of Oseden in her mind, her face instantly covered with a layer of frost, and she couldn't help but ruthless:

"From ancient times to the present, we have guarded this land, and in the future, we will also own it until the last star falls. This will not change with the appearance of disasters or any gods, keep your eyes open and watch the group Fire, it will be the fire of our vengeance!"

This calm and overwhelming statement made the panicked bureaucrats quickly calm down, looking up at the aloof queen, and soon bowed their heads in convincing.

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The call from near to far sounded, like a storm spreading to the sky.

"If you do it seriously, isn't it okay..."

In the procession, Yale, disguised as a member of the honor guard, looked at Xiluda, with a complex light intertwined in his black pupils, and smiled slowly.

...

Hiluda's bedroom, located in the depths of Valhalla Palace, is an ancient and exquisite white hall, with slender and straight gray-white marble pillars, a large arch supporting the roof, and the ceiling is hand-painted with exquisite oil paintings.

Crossing the slightly slender and depressing corridor, facing a constant temperature garden, lily-of-the-valley, roses, roses, from the elegant white to the flirtatious red, are clearly arranged in the space, with the hanging baskets stacked high.

The four walls are seamlessly spliced ​​with pure colored glaze, reflecting the skylight with a layer of faint silvery white, and the snowflakes from the outside are densely hitting the glazed glass, making a rustling sound.

The Queen turned her head to look at the misty palace in the snow outside the window, squatted in front of a spider plant, looked at the Lord of the Rings, and sighed faintly:

"Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings, can you really defeat Loki?"

"Of course!" An unquestionable voice came from the Lord of the Rings.

"The Lord of the Rings, the Lord of the Rings, besides Loki and the Demon Calamity, will there be anything more terrifying?

"I don't know! Again, I'm not a magic lamp that makes a wish! Don't speak to me in this tone!" The voice in the Lord of the Rings was faintly filled with anger.

There was silence in the space, and after a few seconds, Xiluda couldn't help lowering his eyes and yawned:

"Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings, so boring, tell me a story."

Whoosh-!

A rapid electric current burst out from the surface of the ring and flowed all over the Queen's body in an instant. The long, straight and smooth silver hair stood upright. Her slender and tall skeleton was faintly visible in the electric light, and her body was twitching like an epileptic seizure. stand up.

The electric shock treatment lasted for a full five seconds before it came to an end under Xiluda's tearful expression. After being treated like this, the queen was very angry, and she was determined to never deal with the Lord of the Rings again, unless the other party begged her for forgiveness.

five minutes later.

"Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings, can you do tricks?"

"..."