dedicated to violets

Moss and vines cover most of the tombstone, and the rough wooden body has rotted and decayed over the years.

The names on the tombstones are mottled and unclear. The sunlight passes through the gaps in the sparse branches and leaves above the head, and falls on the tombstones and green grass. The forest is transparent and bright.There is only a pit behind the tombstone, which is empty, and the charred bones are gone.

The roar of the wind leopard seemed to be still echoing in his ears, shaking his head aching. Viri frowned uncomfortably, tossing and turning on the couch.

After eating, he took a nap in the garden to catch up on sleep.Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and birdsong, I still can't sleep well.

He couldn't fall asleep left and right, so he sat up from the recliner and enjoyed the view of the courtyard.

In a few days, the carefully planted flowers in the courtyard began to bloom one after another. In the corner of the courtyard, there was a clump of pansies.Viri was delighted to see it, so he simply called the gardener, hoping that he would help him transplant a pot of pansy, put it in the temporary house, and keep it for fun.

The gardener is a middle-aged man, very different from his gardener Andrew at the academy.

The gardener of the mercenary guild was tall and thin. It was said that he had a big appetite, but it was not seen that he gained weight.His hands and feet were slender and long, like hemp sticks. Viri thought he was not short, but he still had to raise his head to see his face clearly.

Willi remembered his name as Fury.

Seeing that Vili seems to have a special liking for pansies, the gardener Fury simply told Vili the secrets of growing flowers in detail.

"Does your Excellency know that each flower has its own unique meaning?" Fury carefully wiped off the dirt stuck on the outside of the flowerpot.

Willie certainly knows how to grow flowers, after all, his family used to grow flowers to make a living.

Fury was so enthusiastic, and Willie was unwilling to accept his kindness, and asked kindly: "I know a little bit, is it the language of flowers?"

He picked a purple clump, the flowers were small and exquisite, and they swayed slightly with the movements of the gardener.In spring, bees and butterflies are very active, lingering in the flowerbed. At first glance, the clustered pansies look like butterflies resting on the leaves.

People can't tell the truth from the fake for a while.

"Yes," Fury stood up and handed the pansy to Viri, "The flower language of the pansy is please miss me."

"Please miss me—" Viri chewed these three words, looking down at the flowers in his palm, "I remember flowers of different colors, with different meanings, what does the purple pansy mean?"

Fury thought about it and said, "It should be unconditional love."

Viri put the pansy on the window sill, and the sunlight was just right, passing through the petals, and the whole pot of flowers became translucent.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the swaying pansies, replaying his dreams in Fryer.

Fryer never grew pansies, which are ubiquitous, grow wherever you throw their seeds, are hardy, and, to put it bluntly, wildflowers.If we really want to say that its ornamental value is not strong, it is useless in refining medicine, and of course flower farmers will not choose to plant it.

Viri remembered very clearly that the flowers his parents often planted were nothing more than roses, tulips, and irises, and they couldn't get around these types.Most of the people who buy flowers from their family are nobles and grand dukes, and occasionally there are figures such as mages and pharmacists.

The same goes for the rest of Fryer's townspeople.

Maybe the types of flowers and colors you choose will be different, but none of them can escape the large range of roses and tulips.

Pansies can be called exquisite and lovely, but they will be overshadowed by beautiful flowers such as roses.

But his dream was full of pansies, overwhelming the sky.

Since he woke up, he hasn't had time to clean up many things.Snowy owls, burnt clothes, and violet badges.

He lowered his head and touched his body, but there was no familiar warm touch.

After recalling it carefully, Viri got up and opened the closet, and took out the charred shirt.The shirt had been washed before, except for the scorching marks, the rest was clean, smooth and comfortable to the touch, obviously carefully ironed.He raised his two fingers together and slowly touched every inch of the fabric little by little.

"Veri, what are you doing?" Sean's voice suddenly appeared.

Viri's hand trembled, and the shirt almost came out of his hand.

"Aren't you going to knock on the door?" Viri didn't look up, he quickly grabbed the soft and slippery clothes, and threw it back on the bed, with a very helpless tone.

Sean had an innocent face: "But I called you from outside the window."

It was only then that Will found Sean standing outside the window, eagerly fiddled with the pansies on the window sill.

"I heard from Fury that you took the initiative to transplant a pot of pansies," Sean said with a smile, "What? Finally want to plant some flowers and plants to pass the time?"

Willie stared at him, and answered irrelevantly, "Did you see my badge?"

"What badge?" Sean was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Is that the violet badge?"

"Yeah." Viri nodded, "Do you know where it is?"

Sean spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "No, I just changed your clothes for you, and nothing else was moved."

He leaned on the window sill with one hand and jumped in easily: "Missing?"

"It's not gone," Willie rubbed his fingers on the left side of the shirt, near his heart, with a strange expression on his face, "I don't know what to say."

He shook off the inner lining of his clothes, feeling uneven under his fingertips.

"Come here." Willie beckoned.

Sean leaned over curiously, and saw Willie stretching out his clothes so that the shirt faced the sun, and a violet flower slowly emerged on the chest, the size of which was no different from a badge.

"It seems to melt into the clothes," Viri murmured. "Did it save my life?"

Sean was speechless: "I have never encountered such a situation." His violet badge, after blocking the fatal blow for him, directly turned into a heavy stone, and it was no longer as crystal clear as before.

Viri couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, he didn't plan to wear this burnt clothes again.

Putting the shirt back into the closet, Willie closed the closet door and asked, "You should be looking for me for something else."

"Yes," Sean nodded, "The alchemy puppet you gave me earlier has been researched."

He took out a puppet from his arms, only the length of his index finger. It was simply tied up with straw, and the workmanship was rough. It could only be seen roughly that it looked like a human being, with mysterious lines all over its body.

This is the puppet John used to get out.

Sean threw the doll into Willie's arms.

Viri quickly moved away, letting the alchemy doll fall to the ground.His dislike for the puppet was palpable: "Have you found anything?" Knowing that John on the train was not the one he knew well, he no longer concealed his dislike for him.

"Unfortunately, I didn't find it." Sean bent down and picked up the doll, "Why do you have such a temper? This is a magic item related to the magic of the Holy See. If it breaks, I will be repaired by Mason. "

Willie said, "Don't you think the posture of this puppet looks familiar?"

Sean made the puppet turn over, and he saw the violet-shaped cross of eternal life behind him at a glance.

He got it right: "Neil in the temple?"

"Since John and Neil are twins, they should be connected. Wait a few days and see if they can enter Neil's memory again." Having said that, Willy's tone was very certain.

He firmly believed that he would fall into the dream again.

During the four years of getting along, he understood Neil's character.

He must have some information that he wants to convey to him, and he has scruples about whom, so he adopted such an extreme method—instilling everything he knew in the form of memory reading.

There was just one thing he couldn't figure out, how could Neil be so sure that he would go to that temple at that time?

Sure enough, that night, he had another dream.Everything in the dream is clear and real, as if experiencing it personally.

It's Neil and John talking.

In a narrow cabin, the two brothers sat facing each other, a kerosene lamp was lit on the table, and the light was dim.

The same two faces were shrouded in cloaks, and in the dim light, neither could see the other's eyes.Neil reached out, flicked the wick, and spoke first: "John, you are too reckless."

Neil's voice was ordinary and his tone was gentle: "You shouldn't use such an extreme and attention-grabbing method to expel the mercenaries in the misty forest."

"Why not? The effect of my method is immediate." John snorted, "Last time, the mercenary group found the entrance to Asgard by mistake. If there is one, there will be two. If there are still people going in, then how can we Isn't all previous work wasted?"

Neil sighed: "No one will know."

"Why are you so sure?" John crossed his arms and sneered, "Look, after the bishop gave us the task of finding Asgard, I was the only one who found the clues. You looked back and forth, and you're still going around in circles."

Neil avoided answering, and mentioned another matter: "You used a double puppet? What happened?"

"What else could it be?" John said angrily, "Isn't it the Willy Haydn of the Empire, who knows how he recognized me? What kind of swordsman is he? I was almost killed by him!"

John's face hidden under the cloak was full of resentment and fear.

Neil discovered John's sternness, but he didn't point it out.

He sighed softly: "I hope you will think twice before doing things. Although undead magic is invincible, the backlash is also very serious. You and I have average talents and cannot compare with the fallen bishop."

John glanced at him and smiled contemptuously: "Neil, you have stayed in the empire for too long, and even your ambition has been eroded? Since we can accept such an important task, it means that His Majesty the Pope values ​​me, and you have no ambition. , doesn’t mean I don’t have one. As long as I work hard, I can become a cardinal—”

John became fanatical: "Even the Pope."

Neil looked at him, hesitating to speak.

In the end, he still didn't say anything, and stood up from the chair: "Since you have made a choice, you can do it yourself."

He waved his cloak, strode out of the cabin, and disappeared into the deep night of the forest.

The dream stopped at the moment when he walked out of the forest.

Viri woke up in the middle of the night with a sticky layer of cold sweat on his back.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, got up and changed his clothes.In the middle of the night, the mercenary headquarters was so quiet that flowers bloomed quietly in the night. Occasionally, there were mournful birdsong echoing in the sky, which sounded ethereal and uncertain.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Viri picked up a quill and drew the route Neil walked in the dream.

He was very sure now that Neil had long planned to hand over all the memories to him, so he talked to John in a deceptive way.The purpose of the Holy See is not to find the scepter, but to find "Asgard".

Viri pondered for a moment, and wrote down Asgard's pronunciation.

It should be a relic, or—

God's dwelling place.

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