Fairy’s Box

The next day, with 100,000 sols in his arms, Yale visited the old Farr, retrieved the household registration certificate, and showed off his second-order vindictiveness, before embarking on the road to the obelisk.

In the 1300th year of the Agaric dynasty, on June 23, the obelisk once again carried out the general recruitment ceremony that swept the entire empire, and Eastern Thrace was even more bustling and full of traffic.

The Obelisk was originally the highest institution specialized in cultivating apprentices of knights. Later, after continuous expansion and construction, it has become an urban chemistry institution that covers many disciplines and integrates teaching and research. Therefore, every day, there will be all kinds of talents gathered here to inject a new generation of blood into Rosevia.

After passing through the thick crowd, Yale came to the entrance of the obelisk again. The square in front was crowded with students and parents.

Many young girls wearing black and purple tunic tops with a white corsage on their chests and pleated hakama of the same color on their lower bodies held various signs to invite students to enter in batches.

"The knight apprentice is here! Bring your assessment certificate! Everyone line up, don't crowd!"

A man holding a horizontal row, while shouting, led the team inwards. He was wearing a slim-fitting black dress with a slightly open neckline, revealing a white shirt with black and silver-like horizontal stripes on the cuffs, and also slim black trousers with black leather shoes.

It looks very handsome with the clothes of those girls.

Yale squeezed into the crowd, followed the team to and fro, and entered the audit hall, where the crowd became a little sparser.

According to the number in front of the door, Yale counted down one by one, and when he reached the ninth, he found the special trick.

A banner was hung in front of the Special Recruitment Office, which said that blue-blooded nobles and those with a fighting spirit above the second rank before the age of seventeen were allowed to enter, and the rest stopped.

Lightly knocked on the door, and after someone responded, Yalean suppressed his inner excitement and walked in.

The interior space of the Special Recruitment Office was larger than expected, filled with a bunch of unnamed instruments, and several staff members in white coats walked around.

On the bench by the door, a few people were sitting sparsely. After Yale sat down, a staff member came over and registered his name and age.

Every half an hour, the people next to me would call for medical examinations and tests, and they waited for about two hours.

"Who is Yale Bernstein? Please come in with me." A female staff member came over.

"I am!" Yale's spirit was shocked, he raised his hand and followed.

He followed the female staff into the side room, and after a tube of blood was taken out, he cooperated with the nurse on the side to conduct a head-to-toe full-body examination.

"Age appraisal is sixteen years old, ability appraisal, flame attribute vindictiveness, second-order, in the special move category. Bloodline appraisal, belongs to the imperial pure blood, the grade is rare, and the potential is medium and high."

Yale lay in the lounge holding the appraisal report, a little unconvinced. My mind was also stunned. It turns out that I am so powerful, and the potential is only middle and upper. How many evildoers are in the obelisk.

At this time, it was almost noon, and the staff also served a free lunch. Just as his stomach was grumbling, Yale unceremoniously asked for two.

Just eating happily, a tall and tall staff member in a white coat walked over. Her upper body is a dark green work uniform, the top button is naughty, and her tall **** squeeze out a luxurious career line.

Yale looked down from the top, and the lower part of this guy was actually wearing a green short skirt with black pantyhose, and his slender and straight beautiful legs were exposed. I can't help but swallow my saliva, the staff of the obelisk are too bold these days.

"You're Yale Bernstein? I'm Vesta Bryan, you can call me Vesta, I'm the chief here."

The cool-looking female director took out her work permit, and after introducing herself, she held out her plain hand.

"Hello..." Yale hurriedly put down the food box and reached out to hold it.

"At this point, you are already a knight apprentice. Remember to kiss and salute in the future and come with me."

Vesta raised his eyebrows and didn't care too much. He hooked his index finger with the other hand and motioned for the boy to follow.

"I see." Yalei Cancan let go and followed the female director's pace.

Following the female director into a single room, he climbed down the vertical ladder and entered a wide passage. Yale saw people wearing the same uniform as Vesta constantly wandering back and forth.

After walking for a long time, they finally stopped at the door of the room where "War Pattern Processing Room" was written.

"Come in." Vesta pushed open the metal door, led the boy in, and then sat down on the reclining chair in the middle, with his legs crossed.

"Where is this?" Yale looked around, feeling a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, every knight apprentice who enters the obelisk must come here for the final debugging."

Vesta took out a lady's cigarette, skillfully lit it with a match, and took a deep breath:

"It's not a big deal, it's just that there are not enough manpower, so I have to trouble me to go out in person."

Then she took out Aleigh's report form from the drawer, handed it to the boy, and leaned back in the chair lazily.

"Black flames break through battle qi... Rock crazy dou qi... Sun Yaoyan dou qi..."

Yale silently read down a page, then reacted and said excitedly:

"These are the high-level fighting spirits that I can adapt to?"

"That's right!" Vesta spit out a smoke ring and pointed to the report sheet:

"Among them, Black Flame's Dou Qi belongs to the superior, has been passed down for several generations, and is powerful, and the others are intermediate."

"That's what it is!" Yale was gearing up, unable to be excited.

"Young people better not be impulsive, calm down, I have another suggestion here."

Throwing the cigarette **** into the ashtray, Vesta turned back, stroked his right hand on the steel wall covered with delicate lines, and pursed his red lips a few times.

The steel wall suddenly glowed with ripples of light, and in the flickering brilliance, six long transparent cylindrical tanks about one foot high appeared in front of the boy.

"What are these?" The boy showed a fascinated expression.

"As you imagined." Vesta left the steel wall and put his palm on one of the transparent cans, which contained a precise texture composed of countless black crystals.

"It is the Black Flame Breaking Battle Pattern that you like. After seven generations of inheritance, it is becoming more and more perfect."

The female director walked to Yale's side on the catwalk, and said with the magnetic and seductive voice of a mature woman:

"But it's not the strongest, maybe, you have better options."

"Better choice?" Yale glanced at her doubtfully, then continued to look at the battle pattern of the black flame breaking the formation obsessively.

"Yes, for example, it..."

Vesta stretched out his right arm, claws in the air, the brilliance of the wall brightened several times, and a three-foot-tall transparent long pot slowly emerged from the ripples.

"This child's name is Steel Furnace forging Dou Qi, it is beyond the category of superiors, above all Dou Qi peaks, the strongest battle pattern! He is an arrogant king, but unfortunately the last generation of masters died without a whole body, and was permanently punished. destroy."

"Furnace... Forged steel... Dou Qi..."

Yale's eyes can no longer be separated from it. In the long jar, the red-black crystal battle pattern belonging to the furnace steel vindictiveness, with a dreamy luster, made him completely lost, and he could even feel that every drop of his own flesh was calling. , in thirst!

The young man walked over involuntarily and put his palm on the wall of the transparent tank, trying to feel the fluctuation and temperature of the other party.

"Why not fix it! I can feel it crying! It is longing, it wants to protect its master!" Yale turned back sharply and shouted loudly.

"We've tried everything, but it's too arrogant, even the blue-blooded nobles are unwilling to accept it."

The glamorous female chief reclined on the back of the chair, with a conspiratorial smile on the corner of her mouth:

"Unless... a warrior with the original blood of the Empire is willing to spend his life repairing it, maybe he will succeed..."

"I want to fix it!" Yale said decisively.

"The empire will also reward you for repairing the top war pattern, at least 20 credits will be added every year..." The female chief's eyelashes were half-closed, seemingly inadvertently.

"I'm going to fix it!" The boy's voice suddenly increased several degrees.