Violet Orchestra

After the carriage drove into Hiran, Violet took Elaine out of the car first, saying that he was going to the adventurer guild in the town to check the situation, and then Hodge also jumped out of the car alone, not knowing where he went.Birkins drove the carriage to find a reasonably clean hotel, then knocked on the car door, and reminded in a gracious manner: "The hotel is here."

After a while, Petra pushed open the carriage door, took the handkerchief he handed over, smiled and said thank you, and then jumped out of the car.

Her movements were as usual, and she didn't seem to be greatly affected, but Birkins still patted her on the shoulder and comforted: "It's okay."

Petra shook her head, and finally said what she didn't say just now: "If Dewendora really comes, I don't care what happens, I hope you won't be involved in trouble."

She didn't say this directly just now, one is because Violet will definitely not agree, and the other is that she doesn't want Elaine to feel that she is too heartless, but in fact, when telling those stories, this is her truest idea.She provoked Dewendora. The Sancho people's fighting power is at a level that cannot be underestimated even in the entire continent. There is actually no need for them to be involved in their disputes.

It was fate for her, but she didn't want to drag Violet and the others into the water.

They walked side by side to the hotel, and quickly got the key from the room reserved at the counter.Petra took the key and was about to open the door when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Actually, you can rely on us a little more," Birkins said. "After all, we are companions."

This is an affirmative sentence, Petra looked back at him, smiled, opened the door and entered the room.

"I met her in a hotel on the border." While filling out the form leaning on the counter of the Adventurer's Guild, Violet was writing like a fly while telling Elaine about his first relationship with Petra. Once we met, "At that time, she hardly looked like a woman, her hair was so short that the scalp could be seen, and her eyes were not bright at all. If I hadn't heard her speak, I might have thought she was dead."

"...She must be very sad." Elaine whispered, "What happened later? How did you decide to travel together?"

He knew that Violet and Petra had a very good relationship. Although Petra usually didn't talk much, her concern for Violet couldn't be more obvious.It is precisely because of this that after learning that Petra, who usually took care of the entire team like a sister, had such a past, he couldn't help thinking that time might be the best way to heal the wound.

But now the wound has been reopened, and no one knows if it will be repaired again.He was worried about Petra.

"It was a friend of mine who rescued her from the river. At that time, he had a mission on the border. He stayed for several months and couldn't come back, so he asked me to bring him something there."

Petra spent two months in the small town by the river, put up in a tavern, and doing manual labor in exchange for her own board and lodging.The person who rescued her was a mercenary, an old acquaintance of Violet's. Since he couldn't leave the mission site for a long time, he had to ask the poet to deliver something for him.On the first day of the third month after rescuing Petra, he went out early, as if he had finally found the person he was waiting for, and came back very late.

It was the first time Petra and Violet met. The poet was taken aback by her, and turned to look at his friend in disbelief: "This is actually a woman?"

"Otherwise, you've slept with men too much lately so you can't tell them apart?" His friend raised his glass and rolled his eyes.

"But it's too..." Violet still couldn't bear to look straight at him. He walked around Petra, who was wearing an old white men's overalls, and fondled her so short that she was almost exposed. Scalp hair, "How can you be so rude to a lady, who cut this hair for her, it's too much..."

"She cut it herself." The mercenary shrugged, "It's not a bad thing, because this hair is too individual, and no one here regards her as a woman."

In such a small place, women were always a rare item. The mercenaries and sailors who went to and from the supply wanted to have some fun while resting. There were prostitutes around every tavern, and they earned much more than moving things in the tavern.In addition, those who cannot pay for prostitution will look for "prey" on the street. Ordinary women in the town dare not go out at night. Fortunately, although Petra is hot and good-looking, she usually wears He was sloppy, his expression was lifeless, and this messy dog ​​gnawed at his hair, which helped him avoid the fate of being dragged into the alley.

"Actually, you have a pretty face..."

The poet moved closer to look at her face carefully, but she blocked it with her hand.He was rarely rejected by the opposite sex, so he smiled awkwardly and explained: "I just want to see your appearance, there is no malice. You are so beautiful, it is too wasteful to move goods in this tavern."

"I'm not a whore." Petra said bluntly.

"What are you thinking, I'm not a pimp." Violet's eyes widened, "Have you ever seen such a good-looking pimp like me?"

He was really good-looking, his hair and clothes were neat and decent, his face was as delicate as a work of art, his fingers were clean and soft, and he looked a bit out of place in this dirty and narrow tavern.Almost all the men passing by were looking at him unabashedly, their eyes were so naked that they seemed to have stripped him naked on the spot, but they didn't make any moves because his mercenary friend was sitting on the sidelines.

Of course he doesn't belong here, even Petra, who is a woman, has to admit his beauty, but beauty is a fatal thing here.

"Sorry." She apologized perfunctorily, and then said, "Can I go?"

Her lingua franca wasn't very good yet, and three months had given her little more than everyday language, because no one would teach her to speak.At present, the words she speaks best are "well", "how much", "sorry" and "thank you". It is not easy to communicate with poets.

Violet saw that she was struggling to communicate, and asked her friends again, only then did she know that she was fished from the border river.Of course he knew where the other side of the river was, so he naturally regarded Petra as an ordinary Sancho injured and fell into the river, and comforted him: "In this case, after you recover from your injuries, they can actually send you back by boat. Although the river is turbulent, there are many fishermen here, so it should not be difficult to ask them for help."

He had only made the suggestion out of good intentions, and had no idea that his words would poke her in the wound, so when Petra burst into tears, Violet was a little overwhelmed.

"Uh, sorry, I might have said something inappropriate..." He patted Petra on the back and pulled her into his arms as gently as possible—Petra was a little taller than him , this action made him look a little funny-"I'm sorry if it reminded you of something unpleasant."

"She has nowhere to go. The Sanchos are chasing her, but they don't want to cross the border, so she can survive here." His mercenary friend said, "Actually, I asked you to come here for the same reason." , if you want, you can take her out of here and look around."

Even if she continues to live incognito on this side of the border across a river that is not too wide, it is impossible for her to return to her hometown. In this case, it is better to go to a wider world.

Violet was a little hesitant at first, but when he hesitated, he suddenly found that the girl who was hugged by him retracted her hard thorns and buried her face on his shoulder.

He softened all of a sudden.

"It's no exaggeration to say that she was like a poor lamb at that time." Violet smiled, and scratched Elaine's chin with the tip of the quill, "to some extent, it was a little bit different from when you first met us." picture."

"Is this how I look in your eyes?"

Elaine imagined it for a while, and thought...it's not bad, at least it should be quite likable.

"It's just a description, you are more like a puppy." The poet lowered his head and finished writing the last line, picked up the parchment roll for registration and shook it, and pushed it to him after the ink on it dried, "Go to the counter the girl, and then we can go."

The young man responded to his request, and obediently took it to the registration counter. Violet was waiting for him on the chair beside him. He saw the young girl sitting at the counter say something from a distance, and then Elaine blushed and nodded. , and pointed in his direction, and started talking with the other party.

He felt a little unhappy, but knew there was no reason for his displeasure.After all, she is a young girl, and it is normal to be interested in Elaine. After all, his little Romeo is the most eye-catching group in the crowd, and I am afraid that in a place like Hiran where there are all adventurers and mercenaries. I can't see a few in a year.

But he was still not very happy, because their conversation was too long—Violet couldn't help but stood up, straightened his sleeves, and walked towards them.

"Honey," he deliberately softened his voice, and was satisfied to see the frightened expression on Elaine's face, "are you okay? I want to go back to the hotel to rest."

Apparently he didn't expect him to use this method to interrupt the conversation between himself and others. Elaine was stunned before reacting, subconsciously replied: "Miss Freya said that maybe there is a suitable team for us to join now, but It will take a while to check the information, let me wait for a while..."

This is of course an excuse.The poet glanced at the girl, and saw in the latter's eyes pretending to be calm, knowing that there was no suitable team at all, but he just glanced at that, and did not directly expose the other party's lies, but started from Elaine. She said coquettishly: "But I don't want to wait any longer, let's see it tomorrow, okay?"

Elaine, of course, obeyed his opinion unconditionally, apologized politely to the girl and bid farewell, and then left with him.They just want to find a team of adventurers to name them, so that they can enter the valley or the wilderness at any time without revealing their whereabouts. Even if they find a suitable team today, it is no different from finding a team tomorrow. This is not an urgent matter, at least it is definitely not as good as Violet Opinions matter.

When going out, Violet glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, and sure enough, she found that Miss Freya went back to work with some disappointment.So he put away the sweet tone just now, stretched out his hand and pinched Elaine's face, and said dissatisfiedly: "If Petra was as easy to turn as you were back then, she would have died a long time ago."

Elaine looked at him blankly: "What's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing, just accidentally hurt the heart of a beautiful girl." The poet said casually.