dedicated to violets

The next morning, Willie got up early.

The handwriting on that letter was too familiar, every continuous stroke and curved arc was exactly the same as the handwriting of his deceased lover.

Yesterday Snowy Owl ate the raw meat he bought, and felt guilty and short of breath.In order to express his sincerity, he simply explained where his master lived, like pouring beans.

—in the town of Fryer.

Fryer is famous for its flowers, and most of the townspeople make a living by growing and selling various flowers.Before the outbreak of the Violet War, Fryer often had mercenaries and mages from all over the place coming and going.Not only that, pampered aristocratic grand dukes, ladies and wives are also frequent visitors, often sending loyal housekeepers or servants to Fryer to purchase flowers.

Viri's childhood memories are full of weird guests.

Some are well-dressed with a haughty attitude, some wear dark cloaks and never show their true colors, and some have a strong upper body naked and carry huge weapons...

It is precisely because of these eccentric and generous guests that his childhood was carefree, he had no worries about food and clothing, and he was even able to learn swordsmanship-this has always been something that wealthy people can only learn.

Framed maps of the continent, depicting mountains, rivers and cities, hung on the walls of the study.The kingdom of mankind is so clearly presented in front of the user's eyes.

Viri's index finger pointed at Mannak, the capital of the kingdom. Starting from the capital, he slid down a railway track until he arrived at Fast, the mercenary city on the border of Greenland.He remembered that it took two days to travel by carriage from Fast to the small town of Fryer.

Although it may sound like a long way, this is already the closest way.

All the cities in the past have been destroyed under the curse, only the city of mercenaries, Fast, survived.

When Viri was observing the map, the snowy owl had already eaten and drank enough, fluttered its wings, and flew to the back of the chair.Two sharp claws grasped the back of the chair, stood firmly on it, and stretched out his head: "Where do you want to go?"

Viri stroked its beautiful feathers and said, "I will take you to visit your 'master'."

The snowy owl's wings paused and choked up.

After eating a few sandwiches for breakfast, Viri changed and washed, and went out to the academy.

The full name of the Imperial College is the Greenland Imperial Academy of Magic and Knights. In addition, it also has a nickname-Tulip Academy.

The people who established the Imperial Academy at the beginning were the royal family, and the purpose was to train magicians and knights who were loyal to the royal family.

The flowers on the college coat of arms are also tulips representing the royal family.Hundreds of years have passed, and the royal family has long since changed the surname of a bloodline, but the tulip badge representing the college has remained to this day.

Many people think that the full name of Imperial College is too long and difficult to pronounce, so they simply call it Tulip.

Over time, this nickname, which has experienced the flames of war, has remained until now.

Spring comes quietly, and the tulips planted in the college bloom one after another.

At seven o'clock in the morning, to Willy's surprise, there were quite a few people walking around in the college.

He glanced at them and found that they were all students of the magic department.The students looked excited and gathered together in twos and threes to chat.

What happened?Willie wondered.

Through the tulip maze in the center of the academy, he found the principal's office.

The tall mahogany door was closed tightly, and the door was carved with intricate reliefs, which Vili had seen carefully, telling a story of the gods building the city wall.The gods in the relief are so lifelike that they seem to come alive in the next moment.

As soon as he stood still outside the door, the heavy wooden door was slowly opened inward, the gap in the door was getting wider and wider, and the things behind the door also poured out.

boom--

Willie stepped back nimbly, dodging a flood of books.

After confirming that there was no danger, Vili turned out from behind the book and stepped into the room behind the door.

The dome of the principal's office is extremely high, and the walls of the house are full of bookshelves, filled with ancient parchment scrolls, and even thick hardcover books are randomly placed on the ground.Viri looked around, but it was difficult to settle down for a while.

"I said who, it turned out to be Vili," a voice suddenly sounded in the room, and a petite figure nimbly opened the paper and jumped out from the pile of books, "You came to see me so early? What's the matter?"

Viri stared at the short, bearded dwarf in front of him: "I want to ask for leave to go back to my hometown to have a look, and I need to suspend classes for a while, Mr. Principal."

The short Mr. Principal slowly climbed up to the desk that was too tall for him, "Okay, okay, let me find the registration booklet." He stood on the soft goose down cushion, stood on tiptoe, and struggled He stretched his arms, trying to reach his quill—it was in the center of the desk, far away from the chair.

Willie looked at him silently, until the headmaster almost climbed onto the desk with an indecent posture, he hesitated to say: "Do you need help? Sir."

"Of course," Mr. Principal coughed lightly, and realized the problem, "Then I will trouble you."

Viri stepped on the gap between the books and finally came to the desk. He easily got the quill and handed it to the little old man in front of him.

The little old man raised his head, and after taking the pen, he quickly moved away from the table and praised: "You are really my most caring student."

Willie couldn't laugh or cry: "That's really my honor, sir."

The next thing went much smoother. The principal found the register and wrote down the time when Willy was expected to leave.

"How soon do you plan to leave?" After handing the parchment to Veri for checking, the headmaster asked as he buried himself in the books.

"Today or tomorrow," Willie said.

"Isn't that soon?" The headmaster was surprised. "I thought you would delay your departure. After all, Valentine's Day will be in a few days. Don't you plan to find a wife?"

Viri said helplessly: "Actually, His Majesty asked me a similar question yesterday."

For a martial artist who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, 45 years old is not too old. After all, he can live at least 200 years, and he is still a young man.

The principal laughed: "It seems that the elders always have the same idea, and they always like to urge the children to get married as soon as possible."

"Principal, Your Majesty is 40 years old, younger than me," Viri corrected, "So he is not my elder. You are probably talking about His Majesty's father, King Andor VIII."

"You have to forgive an old man who is hundreds of years old." The headmaster rolled up the parchment and sighed slowly, without blushing or panting. Shi is still a child who refuses to admit defeat, and in a blink of an eye his grandson is as old as he was back then."

He worriedly asked Viri for confirmation: "The current prince is also in his teens, I remember correctly, right?"

Willie bent down and helped the principal pick up the books in the corridor one by one: "Yes, I'm just 15 years old, and I'm very energetic."

"Hey, hey, hey," the headmaster laughed strangely, "I hope he doesn't like taking risks like his grandfather."

"..." Probably impossible.

Willie thought.

With the joint efforts of the two, the principal's office took on a new look. The parchments and books were placed on the bookshelves by category, and even the ladders were neatly placed aside for people to use.

The headmaster looked around, looked at the bright and clean house, and said with satisfaction: "Thanks to you, do you still have time now?"

Viri hesitated for a moment, seeming to remember something, so he nodded and said, "There is still time."

"That's good," the principal jumped off the soft chair, "I repaired that violin before, since you came today, I'll return it to you, wait a minute, do you want some tea?"

"Stop drinking," Willie declined, "I'll trouble you then."

A few minutes later, the headmaster came out of the inner room tremblingly holding a violin case that was about his height.

"Look, I have spent a lot of effort in repairing this violin." The headmaster insisted against Willy's help, and put the violin case on the carpet by himself, and lifted the cover to reveal the sleeping violin inside. I came to the Mist Forest just to find the right spruce.”

In the morning light, the body of the amber violin was glowing with warmth, and Willie fondled it lovingly until his hands touched the strings.

He frowned, and the headmaster beside him was picking up his teacup, ready to enjoy his delicious cake.

Seeing Veri's expression, the principal's expression became proud, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Viri was surprised: "It turned out to be Mithril, which is too precious."

The headmaster raised his eyebrows triumphantly, his long white beard trembling with his voice, "Is there anything precious, we dwarfs are the most lacking in this kind of ore, just take it."

He picked up the tea and took a sip, with a mysterious smile on his face: "There is a gift from me on the violin, it depends on how long you can find it."

Willie closed the piano cover carefully: "Then I will have to search hard."

At nine o'clock in the morning, Willie said goodbye to the principal with his piano case and an exquisite strawberry cake.

He was not in a hurry to go back, but arranged the college chores one by one.

After some busy work, he returned to his residence. As soon as he opened the door, a ball of snow-white fur rushed out.

Viri stretched out his hand to block it, and grabbed the huge snowball.

The snowy owl was still flopping, it smelled the sweet aroma of the cake: "Is it strawberry?"

"Yes." Willie said.

The snowy owl is eager to try. It is staring at the cake on the table. The strawberries on the cream are bright red, shiny and attractive, and it looks very appetizing.It flapped its wings, trying to peck and taste.

Before he could take action, Willie came out of the bedroom.

The snowy owl immediately retracted, pretending to be cute.

"Eat what you want," Willie said, carrying a calfskin case, which contained a few changes of clothes and a few books, "What you don't want to eat is everywhere."

The snowy owl died down.

With its mouth, it is impossible to eat cleanly.

So it jumped on the sofa and followed Willie up and down.

"Are you packing?" it said.

"Yes, let's go right away," said Willie without looking up. He put the piano case and calfskin box beside the dining table. "Don't you want to go back to your master?"

Snowy Owl turned her head guiltily, pretending not to hear what Vili said.

Fortunately, Viri didn't need it to answer.

The flowers blooming outside the house are clustered together, and the rich fragrance of flowers floats into the house. This is a sunny day, just right for departure.

Gardener Andrew received a notification from the owner of the house.

He arrived outside the house while Viri was packing.

Willie walked out the door and called, "Andrew!"

The gardener who was watering the flowers heard the call from the owner of the yard, and hurried over. The young man had messy brown hair and a confused face: "Sir, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I should be back in three months. I hope that when I come back, I can see roses and tulips in the yard." Willie said.

Andrew said frustratedly: "If you can wait a day or two later, you might be able to see that this year's tulips are growing very well."

Willie patted Andrew on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You have to believe, maybe the flowers will look even better in three months."