Fairy’s Box

Underground of the palace, Soul Shaping Hall.

The silver-white light flow is like countless blood vessels, deeply pierced into the huge heart at the dome, activating the core of the array. Between the "heart" pacing, a ray of white light shot directly into the pool below, like a solidified beam of light.

Yale closed his eyes, let the beam of light pour into his eyebrows, concentrated his consciousness in the star gate, and rushed upwards along the white light. The surroundings were suddenly silent, only the soft starlight sprinkled.

At this moment, he seemed to see incomparably distant stars in the sky, flickering in the dark void, shooting down infinitely long rays of light, all of which fell inside the Soul Shaping Hall, flowing towards his body along the magic lead.

After exercising his body according to the various techniques of the Tudor family, the black-haired knight's physical strength was further improved, and his total amount of fighting spirit was 10% higher than before.

Yale once again tried to sink into the realm of void fluctuations.

Soon, he felt a deep blue brilliance stretched infinitely in front of his eyes. The spinning nebula, the celestial bodies of different colors, and the flying particle light belts swayed past his eyes one after another.

In the end, all the sights sank downwards, and collapsed inward as if turning back time. Even Yale's consciousness seemed to be squeezed by terror. Under the pressure released at that moment, he seemed to shrink hundreds of millions of times in an instant. .

Big...great...to go beyond...

The wonderful and distant rhythm reappeared with the black holes, and the voices that seemed to be praised by hundreds of millions of people became louder and louder, and finally slipped from the peak in an instant, forming an unbearable cry, an incomprehensible one. singing.

Yalei was pulled into the black hole all of a sudden, as if he had fallen into black ink, and he could see nothing around, feel nothing, and nothing existed. Only the viscous oil-like dark liquid was slowly turning, with his consciousness turning slowly like a vortex in the water.

However, this darkness is very soft, like a quiet night, when night falls, everything is dormant and cultivated, and everything is peaceful and peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, the darkness gradually stretched upwards, and the endless white light penetrated Yalei's consciousness. He felt himself falling down, out of the darkness, out of the starry sky, out of the blue brilliance.

"..."

The black-haired knight opened his eyes, glanced at the gradually dim dome above, and withdrew his gaze, his body suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, but his soul consciousness was unprecedentedly full.

According to the comparison of the soul power when escaping the pure white sea, if his soul power was one at that time, it is now close to twenty, almost twice as strong as the first soul shaping ceremony.

At the same time, Yalei felt that the star gate between his forehead and brow became firmer after he had transformed into a fighting spirit. After a little concentration of consciousness, he could feel a feeling of fullness and swelling.

"This feeling……"

The black-haired knight tried to concentrate his consciousness, and suddenly felt that the surging soul power was highly condensed, and even had a feeling of turning from the virtual to the real, and then rushed forward along the star gate.

Whoosh-!

A golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and a very fine cold wind gushes out rapidly.

Yale immediately felt as if his body had broken free, and it swelled open all of a sudden. Looking around, the whole world became eerily silent again.

what happened?

He turned around and looked, and was suddenly shocked, there was another one standing behind him.

No, that's me!

When the black-haired knight realized what was going on, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing deep into his soul, and the chill was mixed with the sound of gurgling water, with infinite suction, almost pulling himself into the void.

Don't think about it!

Yale knew very well that he was now in a state of detachment from the soul, and had been locked by the Styx. He had reached the point of life and death. If he could not return to his body, there was only one way to die.

The dark-haired knight was determined in his soul, and he never hesitated when he needed to fight for his life.

With the high concentration of consciousness, the power of the soul increased to a terrifying level, and the power of the soul, which was more than twenty times more than that of ordinary origin knights, exploded in an instant, and jumped back with all his strength.

In that cold and vast suction force, he was like a snail, struggling to support his complete consciousness, getting closer to his body little by little. Soul power is rapidly consumed in this process, and in less than a tenth of a second, more than half of it has been consumed.

A little bit, a little bit more!

Yale tried his best to stretch his consciousness and lunged at his chest. Immediately, a warm and heavy feeling filled the entire soul body, and the suction force from the Styx disappeared at the same time.

"call……"

The black-haired knight almost collapsed and let out a sigh of relief, trying his best not to let himself fall to the ground, then subconsciously touched his forehead, feeling that the spirit that was full just now was nearly exhausted.

This time it was really a big death. If he had reacted a little bit late at that time, he would be a corpse now.

Recalling the ubiquitous terrifying suction force of Styx, Yale couldn't help but feel a wave of fear,

"how do you feel?"

Kenneth's voice came from above the pool.

"fine."

He raised his spirits and replied.

"The power of your soul after you completed the ritual for the first time was twelve, how much is it now?" Kenneth approached with the sound of the wheelchair rolling.

"Twenty."

"It can be enhanced so much... This is not common sense. The increase in the second conversion should be very small. This is proved by hundreds of experiments!"

"Maybe it's a little different."

Yale held back his fatigue, climbed down the wooden ladder to the side of the pool, and glanced at Kenneth, who was full of surprise: "They exercised the same type of vindictiveness, and I, converted a different one."

"..."

Kenneth's expression gradually returned to calm, after a moment of silence, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"The fire of life is in the final analysis the power that the soul and the body co-ordinate and nurture. While you are familiar with the two powers with your body, perhaps your soul is also complemented by the soul-shaping ceremony... If your research can continue, say Maybe it can really realize the materialization of the soul that all mages dream of."

"Maybe, this matter is listed as top secret, and no one can reveal it... Damn, I'm very tired now, so I'll go back to rest first."

Yale rubbed his temples, and after a simple farewell, he quickly left the Soul Shaping Hall.

...

A day later, Yale and Charlene left the Highland Kingdom with the materials needed for their debriefing, transferred to the airship from the Gaul Station, and went to Corsica first.

After leaving his hometown for so long, the black-haired knight just took this opportunity to go home and redeem all the property he had sold at a low price. By the way, he renovated his grandfather's grave and asked his old man to clean up the living environment.

For Yale, returning home as a knight and governor of the empire, it is absolutely impossible to shake his prestige.

Not only to shake, but also to shake fiercely!

Therefore, before he set out on the road, he sent letters to the governor of Gaul and the prefects of Corsica, telling them that he was going home.

The result is obvious, no one will not sell this small face. After Yale returned to Corsica with the convoy of the Governor of Gaul and the guard of honor, a huge commotion broke out in the Cape Town, where life was peaceful and there was almost no waves.

For them, it is a great honor for the teenagers who used to live together and grew up to be big figures.

The black-haired knight did not know that as early as half a year ago, the names of him and Lydia had become a sign in Cape Town. The residents of the town worked together during the slack season, and put wooden signs in almost all the places they had been, to prove that Cape Town is a good place for individuals to stand out. There can be two high-ranking knights here, and other towns can do it. ?

When the black-haired knight saw the familiar residents of the small town welcome him, he was so proud that he could hardly control it and almost trembled into epilepsy.

The old mansion was now purchased by a retired couple of knights. After a harmonious conversation, Yale bought the old mansion back at a high price, and under the arrangement of the mayor, he easily recovered several olive manors.

In fact, this property is dispensable for the current black-haired knight, but after all, these properties that were lost from him should be taken back by him.

What's more, those things are still the family's ancestral property, and every manor is his childhood amusement park.

"Is this Mr. Maximilian?"

Charlene raised her face and looked at the top of the hall, a bust of a majestic old man in shining full-body armor, and asked curiously.

"Yes."

Yale brought a wooden ladder, climbed to the top of the hall by himself, and carefully wiped off the cobweb dust on the stone statue with a cotton cloth.

"grandfather……"

Looking at the bust's deep gaze, memories of his childhood flooded into his heart, and the black-haired knight suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

The sunlight came in from the east window, and was screened by the finely-hollowed gauze curtains into a mottled mixture of pale yellow and gray and black, and fell on the floor of the hall, like some mysterious words.

He turned his head, and vaguely, when he was a child, he was running around in the hall and making trouble, and the scene of being caught by his grandfather and pumping his buttocks flashed before his eyes.

The black-haired knight looked at the statue of the old man again, and like a young boy, he couldn't help grabbing his grandfather's beard, his eyes were slightly moist:

"I'm back...I'm back with the lost glory of the Bernsteins...Did you see that?"

The old man looked at Yale seriously, as if blaming him for not letting go of his beard, but also looking at Aishun with concern, reminding him to check his body and mind at all times and not to be slack.

"I won't stop like this, I will always become stronger, become the best commander, spread the glory of the family to another world, and fulfill your unforgettable wish."

Yale loosened the statue's beard, and his voice gradually changed from soft to cold.

"Are..."

The green-haired girl looked at her lover's back, and vaguely seemed to sense his warmest side.

"Sorry, I'm lost, there are too many memories here, and I can't control it if I'm not careful." The black-haired knight stepped down from the wooden ladder, his expression had recovered, he patted the dust on his body, and looked back at his grandfather again. 's bust: "I'll leave here after sweeping the tomb for my grandfather, and I won't make you wait too long."

"It doesn't matter, as long as I'm with you, it's the same wherever I stay." Charlene looked into his eyes and smiled sweetly with her hands behind her back.

"Thank you, you are really my honey." Yale stepped forward and kissed her forehead lightly.

After briefly tidying up the old house, the black-haired knight took Charlene away, and then walked quickly along the path in memory.

A few hours later, their figures appeared in a barren rubble. The whole ruin is a pile of gray and white stones, and it seems that a large building was built here before.

"Is this the Bernstein family's cemetery?" The green-haired girl looked around in surprise and covered her mouth: "It looks so big."

"A long, long time ago, this was a castle. At that time, my family's surname also included Jupiter. Later, I don't know why. In a word, Jupiter's castle collapsed without it, and then the ancestors simply regarded him as a cemetery."

Yale sighed and strolled around the stone piles, and walked to a gate surrounded by towering stone walls. Several thick iron chains were hung on the stone gate, and a brand new copper lock was fastened to the iron chains.

"The ancestors of the Bernstein family rest here, but I sent someone to renovate it once before, and this time the workload will not be very large." The black-haired knight took out the key to open the copper lock, and left with a shovel and a broom. went in.

"Jupiter...more than a thousand years..."

Charlene's pretty face turned pale, she looked up at the sky, and felt that it was very likely that she would stay in the cemetery all night tonight.

She bravely walked into the cemetery, and when she entered the door, she saw rows of stone tablets. Behind each stone tablet was a dome-shaped tomb, in which a kind old Bernstein was sleeping.

Yale walked to the first tomb, picked three branches from the branches on the side, lit them, and placed them in front of the stone tablet.

"What custom is this?"

The green-haired girl looked at the three burning branches and instantly became petrified in place.

"I don't know, anyway, the family worships this way from generation to generation." After the black-haired knight inserted the branches, he used a broom to sweep away the debris in front of the stone monument, and then walked to the second stone monument.

"..."

Charlene was stunned for a moment, and she couldn't bear to see him sweeping the grave alone, so she could only follow him angrily.

Until the evening, the two of them filled most of the stone monuments with branches. In front of the last stone monument, the green-haired girl reached out to pick the branches, but Yale reached out and stopped her.

"Grandfather he doesn't like branches, we use something else."

The black-haired knight took out three cigars from his pocket, lit them, and placed them in front of Maximilian's tombstone solemnly, chanting words:

"This is a cigar I bought from across the ocean on purpose, and you'll love the flavor."

"Is it okay to use a cigar without branches?" The green-haired girl glanced at him in surprise.

"In fact, it's almost the same. Whether it's a branch or a cigar, it's a substitute for a spice. Don't ask me what kind of spice it is, I don't know." Yale bowed again, then stood up and looked at the spice sticking in front of him. The grandfather stone tablet of three cigars sighed with a sigh of relief.