dedicated to violets

Fryer is next to a dense forest. The forest has no name, so it is simply named after the small town next to it, and it is called Fryer Forest.

A mercenary once ventured into the forest, but came out disappointed, telling everyone that there are no monsters in the forest, only some weak and petite animals, such as squirrels and rabbits, which are not dangerous and naturally have no adventure value.

When Viri was still living in Fryer before the war, he often went to the forest to pick mushrooms with his playmates.To this day he still remembers the tall trees in the forest, the dense canopy.In midsummer afternoons, when the sun pierces through the thick shade, he would hold the basket and look up at the dazzling golden halo.

Occasionally he would hear rustling noises, and upon closer inspection, he found that it was squirrels slipping through the grass.

Not long ago, Fryer was about to usher in the annual flower festival. The townspeople picked and cared for fresh flowers, and used them to make various delicacies. The whole town was filled with joy.

Until groups of undead appeared in the forest.

Wei Li's complexion was extremely ugly, his eyebrows twitched, and he suppressed his emotions.Mason also kept silent at the right time, waiting for Viri to regain his calm.

"Are those undead skeletons too?"

Mason shook his head: "No, according to the refugees, it's a mummy, completely black, as if it had been scorched."

Willie's expression changed drastically.

He immediately grabbed Sean by the collar: "Lend me a horse, I want to go back to Fryer now."

"Wait," Sean quickly grabbed Viri's hand, trying to calm him down from his intense emotions, "You are very impulsive now, drink some water to calm down."

Viri's beautiful blue eyes have always been gentle, like the ocean on a sunny day, calm and tolerant, but at this moment, Xiao En found that these gentle blue eyes were stained with blood, and there was a faint red light around the eyes flashing.

Sean cried out that it was not good, and quickly winked at Mason, signaling him to prepare the horse.

"Veri, Veri," Sean called his name anxiously, scratched his wrist, trying to regain his shaky sanity, "how do you go back and see him like this?"

Wei Li was taken aback, loosened the strength in his hand a little, and murmured: "Yes, he must not know me with my appearance."

Sean took the opportunity to escape from Viri's grip, and swiftly jumped aside, forgetting about the demeanor he should have as the guild leader.

"Bah bah bah, why is this guy so strong again?" Sean was still in shock. The murderous intent on Willy's body just now spewed out. He had no doubt that if he hadn't asked Mason to prepare his horse, Willy would have strangled Mason's neck. .

When you go crazy, you can't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and whoever catches and bites whoever you catch. If you are like this, your family in the country of fog can come back to life.

Sean groaned.

Willie took a few steps back, his knees gave way, and he fell straight onto the sofa.He covered his face with his hands, and his long seaweed-like hair hung down to cover his profile.

Sean observed carefully for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm sorry," Willie said softly, "I lost my composure."

"It's okay," Sean advised him. "You haven't been back for so many years. Knowing that such a big change happened in your hometown, it's normal for you to lose control of your emotions."

Willie didn't answer.

He pressed his forehead, feeling like a mess. Thirty years ago, all the townspeople of Fryer died under the flame curse, and he was the only one who survived. He buried them one by one in the forest.

— including Ignace.

At the age of 15, he is still too weak, and letting the townspeople bury him has exhausted all his energy.

The town of Fryer, which was ravaged by the curse, turned into scorched earth, and ashes flew in the gloomy sky.He spent a lot of effort to carve three simple tombstones with wood, one with Ignas, one with his parents, and the remaining one for the rest of the townspeople.

He told himself that from now on, he would live together with the hope of Ignas.During the ten years of war, whenever he was seriously injured and in great pain, he would always think of the sea of ​​flowers, the forest, and his sleeping lover in the forest.

He seemed to be able to hear the melodious sound of a violin.

It's like the gentle singing of a nightingale, accompanied by the long chirping of insects in the bushes.

In a trance, he always saw the figure of Ignas, with long silver hair tied behind his head, always facing away from him, playing the violin.Whenever he called out Ignas' name, that slender figure instantly turned into foam and disappeared into the dazzling halo that he saw in the forest when he was a child.

Then woke up.

Oddly enough, Ignas can only be seen in his dreams when he is injured.

Gradually, he learned to be smart, and he would no longer call his name, but would just quietly stare at his back, spending one night after another being tortured by pain.

The grave in the forest is his comfort and his support.

Now, someone told him that the person sleeping in the tomb might be awakened maliciously, and the body would become an evil undead. How could he accept this?

Anger dazzled his mind, and killing intent surged, clamoring for him to take revenge.

Viri took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that could not be vented in his chest, the red light in his eyes flickered, and finally returned to calm.He held the piano case tightly and held it in his arms with one hand, while still covering his face with the other hand.

"I want to go back now," Willy's wrist trembled slightly, he hugged the piano case tightly, and repeated again, "I can't wait." The thin piano sound came from the box, like comfort.

"Okay, okay, I've already prepared the horses and dry rations, let's go!" Sean coaxed him like a child, trying to keep him from getting emotional and going crazy on the spot.

Viri raised his head from his palm, revealing a slightly red eye, and said angrily, "What do you think of me?"

Think of it as a meat grinder, Sean said in his heart.

He whistled as if nothing had happened, his eyes wandered, and he turned to look at the row of mercenaries behind him watching the show.The clerk held the quill pen, trembling, clawed at the door frame of the inner room, poked his head out, and looked at them like a thief.Sean glanced over, and he quickly retracted.

Just then, Mason came back.He came back just in time, and Willy's anxious eyes began to turn red again. Mason walked quickly and said, "The horse is right outside. You can see it when you go out. Go straight along Mensenery Street and you will be able to see it." When you reach the city gate, the guard will open it for you."

"Thank you." Willie barely stood up and thanked Mason and Sean.

He didn't care much about the small talk, his mind was full of the charred corpse-like undead of Fryer Forest.He hurriedly left the city hall, the wind was very cold at night, passing through the square in front of the city hall, the fountain in the center splashed water, forming a thin layer of fog.The bright lights in the city were separated by a layer of fog, and they became blurred and distant. Wei Li carried the piano case and turned on the horse with one hand.

Sean followed behind him and hurriedly chased him out.

"Be careful on the road. If anything happens, you must come back," Sean said, fumbling up and down for his pockets, "Also, you forgot something."

Willie held the rein in his hand, reined in the horse, and looked back: "What is it?"

"I found it," Sean said happily, and he handed the hard object in his hand to Viri's loosened hand, "You almost forgot to take that badge."

The badge on the palm is delicate and warm to the touch, and the violet petals in the shape of a cross are stretched, and the structure is exquisite, which makes people love it.The light in the square was dim, and the pulsating water in the badge could be vaguely seen.

"This kind of badge saved my life. You keep it on your chest. If you encounter danger, it will save your life." Sean raised his head and said goodbye to his long-lost friend again.

Viri nodded, and placed the badge in the position closest to the heart with great care.

At this moment, a snow-white ball flew over the towering spire of the city hall, and rushed towards Viri like a sharp arrow, and fell into his embrace.Viri raised one hand and firmly caught the ball. The snowy owl raised its head from its chest angrily, pecked at Viri's sleeve, and then jumped onto his shoulder and squatted down.

"Sorry, I almost forgot about you." Willie was about to reach out to touch the snowy owl's wings, but was pecked again by the snowy owl.

He had no choice but to withdraw his hand, and Sean teased: "It's your fault for abandoning it."

Willie glanced at the snowy owl helplessly, and it jumped off Willie's shoulders neatly, and chose to stand behind the saddle, where the position was very high, giving him a condescending feeling.

Willie said: "It seems so, it looks like I have to coax it."

The violet badge on the heart penetrated through the thin clothes, and a comfortable coolness spread, cooling down his restless blood.

Sean looked into Viri's eyes and found that the faint red around the pupils had disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the badge still had some effect.

Willie raised his hand and waved at him: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Sean also waved.

Viri lifted the reins, turned and left the horse, and left the square with the sound of hoofbeats. His figure gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared in the bright halo.

The night wind blew, making Sean shiver from the cold.

At some point, Mason walked behind him and stuffed a cup of coffee into his hand: "Drink something hot, I added a lot of milk and sugar."

Sean was overjoyed, and after taking a sip, worry climbed up his eyebrows again: "Will something happen to Willy?"

"You should trust Willie," Mason pointed out, "and trust those around him."

Out of the city gate, there is an endless field outside. The forest on the horizon is like a sleeping giant, and the sky is full of stars to illuminate his way forward.

The snowy owl flew into the air and walked with him all the way.

The violin beside him seemed to be buzzing, and there was a faint sound of the violin next to Willy's ears. The melody was soft, very much like the serenade that Ignace loved.From Fast to the small town of Flair, it takes two days by horse-drawn carriage, but only one day by horseback riding day and night.

Viri didn't close his eyes all night, and he didn't stop until the horse was exhausted.

At this time, the sky has turned pale, and after walking for more than ten miles, we will reach the small town of Fryer.

He let the horses graze and rest by themselves, while he sat by the stream, bowing his head and taking care of his appearance.

The long hair was blown a little frizzy by the wind, Viri roughly combed it with his hands a few times, and then tied it tightly with a ribbon.Snowy Owl stood on the tree, tilted his head, and looked at him curiously, as if he didn't understand Viri's nervousness.

The closer I got to my hometown, the timidity I hadn't noticed before surfaced again.

Even if Ignas could never see him, he still hoped that he could see him in the best way.

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