Fairy’s Box - Chapter 969

The night fell, and the bright moonlight shot down from the dense pine needles, forming beams of thick and thin beams of light, illuminating the shade of the gauze-like water vapor.

Yale walked alone on the court path in Valhalla, walking calmly, all the way straight to his current residence. His identity at this time is no longer that little gardener, but a dark star. He still has the right to walk and patrol at night, and the palace guards have no right to intervene, let alone stop him.

“Um?”

When he was about to arrive at the residence, the black-haired knight sensed Sigurddo’s aura, and after a little guessing, he could guess that the other party was probably abusing his power and broke into his temporary housing directly.

Yale pushed open the door, walked directly into the bedroom, and found that the Valkyrie was wrapped in a silk bed and curled up on the bed.

Different from her usual shrewd and capable image, her sleeping state at the moment is very lazy, even a little embarrassed, and the expensive silk pajamas are full of wrinkles, like a bath towel. Half of the quilt was draped over her body, and the other half was held in her arms, leaving her entire thigh exposed, like a defenseless child.

“Wearing **** underwear at night and going to a single man’s house, should I say you are open, or stupid…”

The black-haired knight walked to the bed and looked at the sleeping face of the other party, his long eyelashes were shaking slightly, and his cheeks showed the charming color of pink apples. The window was leaking, and the wind came in, causing the golden hair that was draped like a waterfall on the sheets to ripple slightly from time to time.

Yale stared at her silently for a second, then waved his hand to shake the window open, and the cold air outside the window suddenly whistled in. Due to the storm just now, the house was freezing cold, and the firewood in the fireplace had long since been extinguished. After he ‘opened the windows to ventilate’, the indoor temperature quickly dropped below freezing.

“A chirp!”

Sigurdor couldn’t help but sneezed, and finally couldn’t hold it anymore, kicked off the quilt, turned over and jumped up, glaring at him with beautiful eyes:

“Seeing me sleeping on the bed, your first reaction was to open the window! It’s because I’m not attractive enough, or you’re in love with someone else!”

“You are very attractive…but today is not suitable.” The black-haired knight was full of business at the moment, and he had no interest in discussing riding with her.

“Well……”

The Valkyrie walked to the side of the bed, bent down, and looked at him carefully, suddenly showing a bright comprehension, and said with a wide-eyed smile:

“You must be annoyed by the marriage, it doesn’t matter, it’s not your fault that you didn’t defeat Meier.”

“what?”

Yale was suddenly speechless, and the other party’s behavior now made him feel a little nonsensical.

“The matter has already spread, so there is no need for you to hide it!”

Sigurdor suddenly threw himself into the arms of the black-haired knight, kissed him with incomparable enthusiasm, and narrowed his eyes happily:

“In order to get the Queen’s marriage, you desperately challenged Meier. Although it failed, I have already received that favor. Thank you.”

“…”

The black-haired knight was upset for a while. Although it was completely opposite to the actual situation, what he did seemed to be closer to the rumors.

What is this, doing nothing to increase your favorability is already a bad fate! ?

“By the way, I have information.”

Sigurdor seemed to remember something, raised his face and looked at him, smiling like a fox that stole grapes:

“Philippe’s evaluation of you has improved, and he no longer rejects your identity, but this cannot be ruled out because he is in a better mood recently. I heard that his sister in a wheelchair has finally healed from her childhood wounds. He has basically been able to take care of himself. It is estimated that because of this incident, Philip seems to be a different person during this time.”

“This is a good thing, let’s bless him.” Yale knew this and smiled lightly.

“That…is it really not coming?”

The Valkyrie looked at him with wet eyes, her cheeks rose red, her cherry lips slightly opened, and she let out a warm aroma.

“……forget it.”

The black-haired knight hugged her and sat beside the bed. After thinking about it, he politely refused.

“That’s it.”

Sigurdor showed a disappointed expression, gritted his teeth, and his tone suddenly became tough:

“Then you are responsible for holding me to sleep!”

“no problem.”

“Don’t be lazy, when I wake up, if you’re not around, just wait to break up!”

“…”

Yale had the urge to break up with Valkyrie immediately, but out of reason, he decided to talk about it after a while, and it would be more beneficial to maintain this relationship for now:

“Will not.”

“Um……”

Sigurddo did not continue to move, he responded softly, rested his head on the other’s chest, and closed his eyes contentedly.

The black-haired knight pulled the quilt over her and looked down at Valkyrie’s sleeping face—like a child.

…

After hypnotizing the Valkyrie and making sure that she would not wake up for a short time, Yale walked into the bathroom and took a hot shower habitually. After a simple wash, he changed into a set of clothes, and then quietly left the residence.

This time, the destination of the black-haired knight is a large cemetery, which is also the training ground of the guardian star Arubelisi.

Walking through the narrow and cramped corridors and walking in the dense rotten tomb forest, there is a cold and depressing atmosphere everywhere. The air seems to be covered with invisible clouds and mist, which makes the cold and damp air a little bit colder.

There are scattered purple crystals everywhere, stubbornly occupying every corner of the sun, it seems that only the place where the sun is isolated can it be preserved for a long time. The deeper you go, the more dry and compacted the rotten soil is. It seems that some kind of material inside has been roughly extracted by people.

Yale stopped behind a few broken tombstones and waited to watch. Arubelisi was sitting in the center of the cemetery, and the surrounding tombstones fell inward like weeds with him at the center.

The guardian star sat cross-legged on a collapsed tombstone, his eyes were closed, his mouth and nose breathed violently, his hands were open, both hands were grasping the air, and his palms were constantly ingesting purple and coquettish smoke. There are faint purple clouds in the air. They drilled out of the ground in strands, like a swarm of snakes, and finally, under the traction of some kind of force, they swam to the hands of the guardian star.

“Accumulation of corpses? No… Compared with Goethe’s accumulation of corpses, his abilities tend to be more neutral… But staying in a place like this day and night absorbs the negative energy accumulated by the undead… Is he crazy!?”

The black-haired knight can feel that the essence of the fire of life in Arubelisi has a peaceful and natural feeling.

But this power has been doped with too many impurities, and it has almost covered its true colors. All this is done by the other party is clearly a unilateral pursuit of power and endless troubles.