The fairy tale of the lighterbox tells the story of Philip, a lucky soldier who suddenly meets an old witch and asks him to go to a tree hole in search of treasure.

After entering the hollow, the soldier brought back a large amount of gold coins, as well as a lighter box that the old witch had given him.

He later asked the old witch what the use of the lighter box was, but the old witch did not answer, and was then killed by the soldier with a sword, after which the soldier discovered that the lighter could summon three magical hounds.

Using these three hounds, he became the husband of the princess, became the king, and reached the pinnacle of his life.

Locke was very impressed by this story, and when he listened to this story as a child, he thought that the old witch was evil, and the soldier Philip was really a good man, and after getting wealth, he gave it to the poor, saying that he knew the pain of not having money.

But looking at it now, Locke's first feeling is that this soldier, Philip, is a white-eyed wolf.

It's like a deal, the old witch gives the soldier wealth, and then asks him to help get the lighterbox, but after the soldier gets the wealth, he directly turns his face, kills the old witch, and swallows the lighterbox alone.

The wealth he used to pretend to be generous to the poor was brought by the old witch, and the lighter box that helped him become the king to the pinnacle of his life was also obtained by killing the old witch with a black heart.

The old witch helped him to gain wealth and did not disadvantage him, but he was killed by him, which shows that the soldier Philip was definitely not a good man.

If you think about it again, isn't this the classic Western operation, you can see the classic bandit thinking of Western civilization from the fairy tales, and sure enough, many stories can't stand up to careful consideration. z.br>

However, Locke did not act in a hurry, but watched the old witch cast a spell on the tree, and after a while, tied a rope to the soldier Philip, and let him enter the tree hole.

Watching the old witch finish her magic, looking tired, Locke also understood why the old witch, a magician, was killed by an ordinary soldier.

It turned out that when she turned on the magic on the tree, she consumed too much magic power, and she was no longer able to deal with the soldiers, so she was killed by the soldiers with a sword.

Locke was curious about the lighter, but he was more interested in whether the old witch knew any special magic.

There is no meditation method that can be cultivated independently in the fairy tale world, it is all inherited by bloodline, and the method of cultivation is also to exercise and purify the bloodline.

This means that the knowledge of magic is only in the hands of those who have bloodline, just as the queen knows a lot of magic that Locke has not seen.

The magic that Locke had used to manipulate Lorraine Broughton had learned it from the Queen.

And the queen only taught Locke some ordinary magic, more advanced and mysterious magic, without revealing anything, even if the two were already close.

Now Locke felt that he might have a chance to get her magic inheritance from the old witch, and that he might be able to save the other party's life and reduce the difficulty of the other party's before negotiating with the other party.

After waiting for a while, Locke saw that the old witch had pulled the soldier Philip up.

Soldier Philip's body was constantly filled with the sound of coins clashing, and his pockets, leather boots, marching belt, and hat were full of gold coins, making him look bloated.

But the soldier Philip couldn't stop smiling, after all, he was just a penniless ordinary soldier not long ago, and now he suddenly had a large amount of money.

The old witch didn't care about the gold coins, she just wanted the lighter, and she had been looking for it for a long time, and as soon as Philip came up, she couldn't wait to ask, "Where's the lighter, give it to me quickly!"

Seeing the appearance of the old witch, the soldier Philip suddenly thought of a question, the old witch was not interested in a room full of gold coins, but she must make a lighter, it must be because the lighter box is more precious.

It's just that he couldn't see anything special about this lighter, so he asked, "What do you want this lighter box for?"

"It's none of your business!" The old witch said, "You have received the wealth I promised, and now you will fulfill your promise."

"Humph!" Seeing this, the soldier Philip was even more sure that there must be something special about the lighterbox

Immediately waited for the old witch to say, "Tell me what is the use of it, or I will cut off your head!"

"Damn it!"

Seeing the soldier Philip glaring at him with an attitude of wanting to draw his sword, the old witch suddenly regretted that she had exhausted her magic power in order to open the magic on the tree hole, and now she had no strength at all.

If it weren't for the fact that it was not easy to find a soul match, the person who would not be rejected by the trap inside the treasure would be too excited and eager, and he would not have committed such an negligence.

"Say it! My patience is limited!" Soldier Philip urged.

"You damn bandit, I shouldn't have brought you here!" The old witch couldn't help but scold, as a wizard, she always had a sense of looking down on mortals.

At this time, in the face of the threat of the soldier Philip, she couldn't help but curse.

The next moment, the enraged soldier Philip swung his sword and slashed at her neck.

The old witch was terrified, but she was just an ordinary old woman who had lost her magic powers, and she couldn't dodge this sudden attack.

"When!"

At this moment, a crisp sound of metal colliding sounded.

Only then did the old witch realize that there was suddenly an extra person beside her, and it was Locke.

He blocked Philip's sword, and then slashed off the white-eyed wolf's head.

Coming to the side of the corpse, Locke didn't care about the gold coins, found the lighter, and said, "You're really careless, you can be defenseless against a person you've just met."

"Who are you?!" The old witch asked, looking at Locke.

"Rock Lee." Locke reported his name and said, "Now this lighter that can summon three Warcraft hounds is in my hand, and your life is in my hand, let's make a deal."

"Rock Lee, you're the Dark Witch Queen!" The old witch stared at Locke intensely, "Why do you know the secret of the lighter?"

"That's not what you need to know." Locke shrugged his shoulders and said.

"I've already said that I'm not going to get involved in her fight with the Holy See, I'm just an old witch with little strength." The old witch said.

"Of course I can see that." Locke didn't expect that the old witch actually knew the queen, and the coping strategies he had prepared before had also changed.

He unleashed his magic and made a haughty gesture, reaching out and kicking Philip's corpse:

"Not only are you not as powerful as me, but you're also a fool, you were almost killed by a mortal, and if it weren't for me, you'd be a corpse by now."

"I'm just careless." The old witch couldn't help but say loudly, and then she realized that Locke's magic power was much higher than hers, and finally lowered her tone, "What do you want?"

"The magic inherited by your family, you have to hand it over." Locke stared at the old witch and said slowly.

"It can't be!" The old witch screamed, "I can't give you a robber the magic that has been passed down from generation to generation."

"Don't forget that I saved your life, and now it's easy for me to kill you." Locke said with a hint of murder, and then suddenly smiled again and said:

"And you're just making a copy of the inherited knowledge and giving it to me, so there's no real loss to you, is it?"

The old witch fell silent in the face of the real threat, and after a while she said, "I can promise you, but you must give me the lighter box as well."

"Yes, but in case you don't regret it, I need you to sign this magical contract." Locke said with a wave of his hand, and a magical contract appeared in front of the two men.

The old witch carefully read the contract and found that Locke was very careful, and even stipulated that she should not use the lighter box against him after she took it back.

The plan in her heart failed, and the old witch could only honestly sign her name on it.

At this time, a smile appeared on Locke's face: "Isn't it great, now I wish us cooperation

Be happy, and the queen will be grateful for your contribution."

"Humph!" The old witch snorted unpleasantly, "Hurry up, give me the lighter."

"Didn't the contract say it? When you give me all your magical knowledge, I will give you the lighter." Locke says:

"Now let's find a place to start the exchange, and as for the corpse of this soldier gentleman, let him lie here."