Fairy’s Box

There are large beaches off the east coast, which are soaked in seawater all the year round and are so muddy that vehicles cannot walk, and transportation can only be completed by manpower and livestock.

The locals living in the deputy capital are rich and prosperous, and very few people can take a fancy to this profession. It has attracted many foreigners to pan for gold. Their logic is very simple, as long as they work hard, don't need to use their brains, and the wages are high enough.

Yale felt the job was a good fit for him.

"At such a young age, come out to fight against the pack? What about your adults?"

Tucker, a land snake on the South Coast, is hiring workers because of the volume of cargo. Someone will deliver it to your door, and in general, no one will be rejected, the more the better. But the young man with half-hearted eyes on the opposite side gave him a headache.

"I'm a foreigner, I came here alone."

"No, you are so small, I'm afraid that two bags of grain will be crushed."

Yale didn't speak, just picked up the stone with a diameter of two inches around him with one hand and flicked it in the palm of his hand.

"A little strength..." Tucker was moved, and in order to avoid heavy penalties, the details must be handled well:

"Well, just follow me. When you meet an outsider, you say you are my nephew from other places, and you sell one sol fifty times. Is there a problem?"

Arie nodded.

"That's it, you will mess with me in the future, just call me Boss Tucker."

"Okay, Boss Tucker."

Since then, one of the local snakes on the south coast, Tucker's subordinate, has another nephew who has defected to him from other places.

Yale lived a life of fighting against large bags every day, working during the day and sleeping in a wooden hut by the sea at night. He has zero skills in saving money and managing money, and as soon as he gets his daily wages, it turns into expensive foods like bacon and milk.

Other workers were both envious and envious of Yalei's luxurious life. Although the wages were the same, they were reluctant to take a bath every day, and the rest of the money was exchanged for food.

Yale was never stingy when he got things in his hands. Many people had been exposed to the light, and they were probably quite happy to get along.

In addition to eating, working and sleeping, Yale's only entertainment is to sit on the pier in the evening to blow the sea breeze, wait for the tide to rise, stare in the direction of the obelisk from time to time, and calculate the time secretly.

Yale originally thought that he was the only one who was so boring, until he met a one-armed old man, and when he saw that the other party had no air, he called him "Old Farr".

Old Farr was also a taciturn person. He served the empire for 20 years. It is not an exaggeration to say that he had experienced many battles. Later, he was honorably retired due to injuries. Although he had a large amount of pension, he was unwilling to retire and wait for death. Having received professional training in his military career, he can do simple statistics, so he found a job as a warehouse manager at the dock. Although it is an old bone, his skills are still terrifying, and Tucker, the local snake, also respects three points.

When night fell, Old Farr would come to the seaside, and after seeing each other a few times, they became acquainted with each other. Later, they became friends who watched the sea together.

"I have three regrets in my life. First, I didn't take good care of my wife. Second, I slack off for a while when I was young, and I never advanced. Third, I didn't enter that tower."

Picking up the rum, Old Farr took a sip and said with a little drunkenness.

"That tower, the obelisk?"

Yalei painted the gourd, also picked up the milk jug, and took a sip.

"Boy, do you think I can't see it? When you stare in that direction every day, I can sense the hope and desire in your eyes from a few meters away."

"so what."

Yale didn't take it seriously, and took another gulp of milk.

The old Farr whale swallowed the water and drank all the wine in the bottle, showing an unprecedented serious look:

"Don't you think that even if you slack off like this every day, you will be able to enter that tower next year? How strict are the admission requirements there, you don't need me, the old man, to say more."

Yale was silent. After a long time, he looked into the distance from the corner of his eyes:

"Of course not, but, what can be done..."

"I can help you!" Old Farr threw the wine bottle into the sea, his eyes staring straight ahead:

"In the military, I was appreciated by a certain adult. I once learned a low-level knightly skill. Although I can't enter the room, it can help you pull out your bones and grow tendons."

"And then, why did you help me? Just because I invited you to drink once?"

Yale stood up calmly and threw the milk jug in his hand, just in time to smash the wine bottle that had not yet submerged in the sea.

Old Farr sighed, his expression a little dejected, and said proudly:

"Of course not. Although low-level knight skills are of limited value, they are not everywhere. If it is not a few days, or a year-long flower **** sacrifice, you are kneeling and begging, and I may not be willing to teach you."

"what is that?"

"At that time, Emperor Agarik was divided into five elf lords, and he assumed the throne of the gods. Eastern Thrace, and later parts of Asia Minor, were divided into the territory of the Queen of Flowers, Figueres. The palace of that majesty was In the gap between the earth and the sky. This ritual is held every 30 years to celebrate the birthday of that majesty and thank her for the grace of guarding this land."

"Then?"

"His Majesty is moody, and it is said that he has a hobby of making flower fertilizer for mortals who have lost their way into reality and strayed into the palace. Now the sacrifice to the flower **** is about to begin, and my son has been selected as one of the servants..."

"So you want me to die for your son? Be a flower fertilizer!?" Yale was furious.

"How can you say it's a death sentence!? Is the character of the old man so despicable in your eyes?"

Old Faer's forehead throbbed violently, his saliva splashed, and then he glanced at Yale with some guilty conscience:

"Those who made flower fat are all mortals who broke into the palace by mistake. Those who serve the queen will never suffer the same treatment, but that His Royal Highness is too powerful, and the palace is filled with the radiation of her huge mana. If you have no support, you will be weak, and even if you come back in time, you will be seriously ill. Only if you are strong enough, you can bathe in that power and get transformed."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Yale thought for a while, feeling a little strange.

"Hey, although my son is considered to be Confucius and Wu, he is no match for you. I can also see that his talent is limited, and this road will not go far. My wife and I have only one son in this life, how can we be willing to let him suffer. , In case of an accident, how will the two of us live?"

Old Farr's originally straight waist suddenly hunched down. At this moment, he was just a father who simply thought about his son.

"Since there is such a good thing, why don't I go?"

Yale thought about it for a while, and felt that there was no flaw. Take some time to inquire about the flower **** sacrifice. If it doesn't match what Old Farr said, he will leave with his arms.

"That's it! This old man will teach you the experience of a lifetime!"