Fairy’s Box

Under the blue sky, the remaining traces of the Blackbird gradually disappeared, but the burst of light and shadow pierced Genevieve's eyes like a scorching brand.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, tried his best to keep his breathing even, and said calmly:

"The Blackbird exploded, Pearson he...meeted Mistertin."

"I see."

Iruncia's pupils shrank to a point, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and squeezed two syllables out of her teeth with difficulty:

"Set off!"

...

Sticky and icy.

Something slippery swam across his face, Pearson suddenly opened his eyes, and in the blurred vision, a dark red vine instantly shrunk to the back.

In his ignorance, he found that he seemed to be locked in an iron cage. Above his field of vision was a large dome covered with reliefs. It was slightly yellowed due to old age, but it was generally intact, exuding a simple and distant atmosphere.

Below the corners of the relief sculpture group is a row of skylights that form a circle, from which the sun shines into the main hall, and under the reflection of the pool water, rippling and swaying blurred light spots.

"Are you awake?" A soft and sweet voice rang in his ears again.

"Jacqueline... Mistertin!"

Pearson woke up suddenly, and was just about to take a defensive posture, when the burning pain came from his limbs in an instant, and his facial features shrank into a ball.

"I'm so sorry, I had to destroy most of your bones to make sure you didn't wake up and do something rude."

Mistertin's voice rang again, the sound source was on the right side of the ear, still so pure and clear, like a little girl who didn't know the world.

The assassin resisted the pain and turned his head to the right with difficulty. With the acquiescence of the other party, he finally saw the facelift of the target of the crusade.

She has a similar appearance to Jacqueline, with only a slight difference in the color of her hair and pupils. The ghost girl has pink hair and red eyes, while Mistertin has white hair and black eyes.

Mitte Tetin was wearing a black dress with bell sleeves and a wreath-shaped headband. Two long strands of hair were **** in front of his ears. He was squatting outside the iron cage, observing Pearson with great interest.

"Why?" Pearson asked in a trance.

"Are you asking, why didn't I kill you?" She blinked her eyes, put her face close to the iron cage, and said with a thoughtful expression:

"Or, do you want to know why you still don't die after swallowing poison?"

"I understand..." The assassin closed his eyes and smiled mockingly on his lips: "I didn't expect the dignified Lord Ovidis to have a unique hobby of tortured prisoners."

"Prisoner abuse?" Mistertin pursed his lips and laughed as if he had heard a joke, and his eyes suddenly became cold and cold:

"Do you think this level is considered prisoner abuse?"

"Oh? Then, Your Highness, you neither kill me, nor do you intend to abuse me." Pearson raised his eyelids frivolously and looked at the other party cynically:

"Do you want to talk to me about life and ideals?"

"What a smart child." She smiled more and more sweetly, and stretched out a vine from behind, like an elder caressing a junior, and rubbed the assassin's hair:

"For your companions to be quiet and talk to me about your ideals in life as obediently as you are, I can only grieve you."

It turned out to be using me as a hostage...for a while longer.

The assassin secretly cheered for himself, using the color of pain just right to cover up his abnormal expression, and then he kept his mouth shut and stopped talking.

"Don't you want to talk? What a pity."

Mistertin slowly retracted the vines, looked at him with a small smile, and said slowly: "It's better not to think about suicide or anything like that. When you get here, your life is no longer yours."

"Let's stop talking, she has lived for centuries, but she has to pretend to be an old woman who is a little girl." Pearson immediately let out a sneering snort, full of provocative irony.

"Trust me." She approached the iron cage, stuck out Subai's little hand, and pinched the assassin's chin: "If you irritate me, it won't do you any good except make you suffer more."

Pearson rolled his eyes, and with the attitude of a dead pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, he said with his straight blond hair, "My hair stood on end with fright."

The corners of Mistertin's lips were slightly upturned, with a cruel look on his face, as if he wanted to say something, then he stood up straight and clapped his hands happily:

"Your companion cares about you very much, it's coming so fast."

Da da da……

Shortly after her voice fell, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind, getting closer and closer, and soon, six figures rushed into the palace with lightning speed.

"Welcome, warriors of Roservia."

Mistertin held the iron cage with one hand, looked at the crowd with a smile, and snapped his fingers with his left hand:

"Buffalo."

The pool water in the hall immediately tumbled, and surrounded by countless tiny vines, two rows of long stone tables surfaced. At the same time, a few rickety human figures with no facial features wrapped in thick cocoons came from the back of the hall with a large bowl of fruit pulp in their hands, and placed them neatly on the stone table.

The flesh is crystal clear, and there are many styles. There are no rare and exotic species in Antrazu. After the word is placed, the palace is filled with the fragrance of the fruit.

She quietly observed the crowd, waved her hand, and called out the humanoid monsters, then said with a smile: "Everyone is used to eating the food of Antrazu, why don't you try the food of Ovidis, maybe you will like it Not sure about it.”

Nannett saw Pearson slumped in the cage like a muddy slush, and suddenly became angry, squeezed his fist and said, "You are Mistertin? Keep it for yourself, and let him go!"

"This request can't be fulfilled." Mistertin narrowed his eyes, walked leisurely to the center of the two stone tables, and said expressionlessly:

"If you let him go, you won't be as quiet as you are now... But anyway."

She turned around, put her folded palms on her cheeks, and said with a wide-eyed smile:

"If you agree to my request, this man can be returned to you, and I will stop the attack on the ground to ensure the safety of everyone's lives."

Iluncia stopped Nannett who was about to shoot, looked at the other party as usual, and said softly: "His Royal Highness, do you think it is necessary to negotiate between you and me now?"

"Of course, you might as well listen to my conditions first."

Mistertin made a booing gesture, walked to a stone table, reclined on the edge, and said sadly:

"Using the authority of the dream space to create a complex of your seven projections, that is my last trump card, but unfortunately I still lost. As you can see, now I am exhausted, no matter what, it is a dead end. One, the difference is only the length.”