dedicated to violets

Randall disappeared.

Viri passed through the magic passage built by Randall, and pulled out the long sword that was sunk deep into the soil.

There is a burning smell in the nostrils, and the long sword turns back into a violin as soon as it is in the hands.

Perhaps it was because after a thorough washing by Lei Ding, the body of the piano returned to its original silver color, with vine patterns winding on it.Viri glanced briefly, then hurried back to the temple.

In any case, beside the stone carvings, it is safer than outside.

The flames gradually extinguished, and a drizzle of rain drifted into the valley.

Not long after, the sound of rain became continuous, and the scorched trees were soaked by the rain, emitting an indescribable smell.The soft soil is moist again, and the grass and trees are shiny and dark green.

The remaining heat in the valley was washed away by the rain, leaving only a burst of coolness.

After a long period of recuperation, most of Viri's strength returned, but the dried-up magic power showed no sign of recovery.Probably the ancient spell that drives the undead is too overbearing.

Of course, it is difficult for a half-witted mage like him to bear this kind of ancient magic. Viri looked at his palm and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It should be fortunate that he didn't pay the price of his life for this magic.

Ragnarok.

Viri chewed this unfamiliar vocabulary, looking at the heavy rain outside the temple, feeling restless.

He got up and checked John's breath and found that the guy was still alive, hesitating to kill him on the spot.

Anyway, John couldn't get any useful information out of his mouth. Willy flipped his wrist, and the short blade hidden in his sleeve popped out.The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and unparalleled in sharpness.

Facing John's face, Viri felt a little complicated.He quickly adjusted his mood, raised the knife and dropped it.

When the short blade was about to smear John's neck, a sudden change occurred——

There was a red silk cloth in front of his eyes, like a flowing red river in the hazy rain and mist.A hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched John from his knife.Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the hairs all over Viri's body stood on end. The sense of crisis he had trained in the battlefield for many years made him back away in an instant.

Viri half-kneeled on the ground, holding a short knife in his backhand, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his back.

Moisture from the rain soaked into the temple floor, making it so cold that people shivered.He frowned, looking at the man next to John.

This is undoubtedly a tall man.He was wearing a red dress with hem sweeping to the floor, embroidered with gold thread, winding like tiny vines.The blond hair hangs down to her waist, shining like flowing gold and dazzling like the sun.He was wearing a silver mask, covering half of his face, only revealing his clean and delicate chin. Viri jumped in his heart, feeling that the outline of this person's face seemed familiar.

"Who are you?" The man spoke first.

His voice was deep and sweet, and his tone could even be called gentle.

Willie remained silent, just calmly staring at the blue eyes of the man in red.

His eyesight is so good that he can even see his own reflection in the man's eyes.Even with a mask covering him, he could still judge the handsomeness of this man's face.

He was even more suspicious, and his muscles were tense, ready to fight at any time.

"You smell like him," the man said softly, "What's your relationship with him?"

Willie said, "I don't know who you're talking about?"

"I don't know?" The man smiled, "A few days ago, you appeared with him in Fryer Forest, and he was the only one in the world who could easily catch the cursed Sun God."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Willie said.

The man snorted, let go of John, and turned his palm upwards. Willie immediately realized that something was wrong, and was about to move, but found that he couldn't move at all.He felt a heavy pressure on his hands and feet. He looked down and found that his limbs were all shackled, and the man's hand was at the end of the chain.

"I heard that the empire has a kind of magic that can read people's memories." The white light condensed in his palm, and the man smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I can also do this kind of magic."

Viri's eyes were tearing apart, his hands and feet were bound, so he couldn't escape, he could only watch the man approaching.

He thought to himself that he was cautious enough, even if he was facing the Dharma Saint, he could quickly detect the surge of magic power and wait for the opportunity to avoid it.But this man was different, in the blink of an eye, he was bound with chains, and he didn't even notice the slightest difference.

The strength of this man is unfathomable, who is he?

Looking at the man's face, Willie suddenly remembered where the familiarity came from.

His chin and facial features are clearly the same as those carved in stone!

The matter has come to this point, and he has no power to recover.In the face of the absolute strength gap, everything is empty talk.Willi closed his eyes, preparing for death.

The rain stopped abruptly.

A shadow was cast in front of him, the iron chains all shattered, and a clear male voice suddenly sounded: "Pope Ogg, stop."

Willie froze, unable to believe his ears.

He raised his head, and what caught his eyes was a head of silver hair as beautiful as the moonlight.Just like a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert saw a clear spring, Viri opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a word, his expression was dull, like a fool.

He didn't want to pay attention to the identity of the blond man at all, and all his attention fell on the back in front of him.

The Pope slowly withdrew his hand, he focused on Ignas's face, his eyes were extremely dark.After a long stalemate, the Pope seemed very disappointed: "Ignace, we haven't seen each other for so long, why are you treating me like this?"

Ignas' voice was as cold as ice: "You didn't take the initiative to look for it."

"I miss you very much." The Pope said sincerely, the blue eyes contained deep and complicated emotions, "Don't you miss me? How did your hair become this color? Doesn't gold look good?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Ignas said in a deep voice, "Now please leave immediately and take your lackeys with you, otherwise don't blame my ruthless men."

The two were in a stalemate, and Viri felt a needle-like pain belatedly.

He lowered his head, and found that there were dot-shaped wounds on his wrist, which formed a circle around his wrist, and blood oozed out drop by drop, staining his clothes red.

There was also a tingling pain in the ankle, but it was impossible to check carefully through the boots.

The killing intent on Ignas was real and clear. The turbulent magic power squeezed the temple, dark clouds gathered in the sky again, thunder billowed, and the trees grew wildly, rushing towards the inside, ferocious and terrifying.

The Pope gritted his teeth: "Ignace, you are treating me like this."

But Ignas's face was still indifferent, and there was no trace of other emotions.

A burst of golden light flashed, the pope looked resentful, and disappeared in place with John.

Golden light spots fluttered randomly in the air, and Ignas raised his hand, gathering the remaining light in his palm.With a firm grip, he wiped out the light spot.

Viri sat on the spot stupidly, without responding for a while.

Ignas sighed silently, took his hand, and called, "Veri."

"I've got you." Willie finally came to his senses, and held his hand tightly, fingers crossed, never letting go.

"I won't leave." Ignas squatted down and looked at him, "Didn't I tell you? I've always been by your side."

Viri stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, his nose panting.

"I'm not dreaming?" Viri raised his hand and stroked Ignas's face. "The dreams I had before were all too real. Are you really by my side all the time?"

When the flame curse came, Ignas was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was still a boy with an indistinguishable face, as beautiful as a girl.He always tied his hair up with a ribbon, and he was always meticulous and never faux pas.

He grew up and so did Ignace.

The silver-haired man in front of him was handsome and mature, his purple eyes were still as clear as when he was a child.

"You're not dreaming," Ignas said softly. He leaned forward and touched Viri's cheek, and the warmth continued to flow, "Do you believe me now?"

Viri's tears rolled down, he suppressed his crying, and stuffed himself into Ignas's arms: "You are really alive——"

Ignas patted him on the back reassuringly, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Fast, the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild.

It had just rained, and the lake was as clear as a mirror, and there were water birds drinking by the lake.

Suddenly there was a loud noise from the chairman's office by the lake, which scared the waterfowls to flap their wings and flee.

Sean threw the document away, his eyes widened, one hand resting on the table, the other pointing at the innocent Ignace beside him: "What's the situation? What's the situation? You turned the stone sculpture into a living thing. People moved back?"

Holding a cup of coffee, Viri tried to explain calmly: "He is Ignace, not a stone sculpture."

"Are you kidding?" Sean exclaimed incredulously, "Didn't you say that he died for 30 years? Once a person dies, it is impossible to resurrect. This is the truth that everyone understands."

"He's probably not dead—" Willie said guiltily, turning to look at Ignas, hoping that he would give him some support.

However, Ignas has been wearing a hood since he returned to Fast with him, and the whole person is hidden in the cloak, and he doesn't show his face when he says anything.Sean still tried to bend down, barely able to see his facial features clearly from under the brim of his hat.

Willie said helplessly: "This matter is not important, let's not mention this for now..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sean: "Why is it not important?"

"I see the Pope!" said Willie.

Sean's voice stopped abruptly as if his throat had been choked.

After a suffocating silence, Sean whispered, "The Pope? The Pope from the Vatican?"

"Hmm." It was Ignas who answered this time.

It was only then that Sean remembered that if his guess was correct, the guy in the cloak in front of him was a serious member of the Holy See.No matter where you go, you can stir up a bloody storm. The archbishop in red, the messenger of the necromancer, the elder of the magic guild, and the founder of the mercenary guild——

Sean immediately changed his face.

He went around the desk, walked up to Ignas, and held up the corners of Ignas' clothes with both hands enthusiastically, "Mr. Stock, I have always admired you, and now I can finally see you. Very happy."

Willie couldn't laugh or cry: "Can you stop doing this?"

"This is the founder of our guild," Sean said righteously, "How can I do it without respect?"

Ignas sighed silently, and put back the corner of his clothes calmly.

"I'm not who you guessed," he said, taking off his hood, revealing his violet eyes. "See the color of my eyes and hair?"

Xiao En looked at his face and couldn't help saying: "You are more beautiful than that stone sculpture, but the statue can't compare with a living person."

Willie couldn't bear to pull him away: "What do you want to do?"

"I didn't think about it," Sean coughed pretendingly, "I just sighed."

Viri glared at Sean angrily, lest this guy plot something wrong.

"That's right, the eye color doesn't match. I remember that the fallen bishop has blond hair and blue eyes. You have silver hair and purple eyes. It's different." Sean took out the copybook of the diary, "Then who are you?"

Ignas kept silent, but said to Viri, "Who did you talk to in the temple before?"

Viri glanced at Ignas suspiciously, "Shouldn't you know?"

Ignas shook his head: "I woke up when you were confronting the Pope. I noticed the magic power remaining in the air, which neither belonged to you nor the Pope, so I guess it should be another person."

"It was Neil, his remaining consciousness appeared and told me everything," Willie recalled the parting scene at that time, still feeling sad, "Neil is not his name, his original name was Randall Valentine."

Sean was stunned: "Valentine?"

"He is very talented in magic. I guess he may be a descendant of Valentine."

"It's not impossible," Sean mused. "Valentin's descendants have been divided into several branches, so it's hard to say."

Viri said: "This can be discussed later. Randall told me the real purpose of the Holy See looking for the scepter."

Xiao En's expression froze, he didn't care about laughing and joking, and immediately straightened his back, frowning deeply: "Isn't it their purpose to find the violet of the scepter?"

"Finding Violet is of course important, but their real purpose is to find Asgard."

Sean blurted out: "You mean the Lost City?"

Willie was surprised: "How do you know this name?"

"It's Mason—" Sean put his hand on his lips, "It's nothing, just keep talking."

Ignas was carefully peeling the oranges aside, his slender, white fingers looked pleasing to the eye.After peeling it off, he gave half to Viri: "Eat."

Willie took the orange and didn't eat it right away. He said to Sean, "I know Mason is an elf, so you don't have to hide it."

"Who told you? Or Randall?" Sean was alert.

Viry: "Please invite Mason over here, Randall said, if you want to know more, you have to ask Mason."

Sean stared at him for several minutes before finally saying reluctantly, "Okay."

When Mason appeared at the door and stood with Ignas, Willy finally remembered where the strange and strange sense of familiarity he felt from Mason came from.

When Ignas laughed, he was very similar to Mason, in spirit rather than appearance.So Viri couldn't find a clue, and he didn't see any signs until he compared the two.

Mason said with a smile, "Mr. Haydn finally found me."

Willie pursed his lips and said nothing.He was still wondering why the smiles of the two were so similar.

Mason turned to Ignas again and said, "Long time no see, Stock, it looks like you're recovering well."

Ignas didn't say much, just nodded lightly, then returned to his taciturn appearance, and continued to peel the oranges with his head down.

"You and Ignas know each other?" Now the astonished person was replaced by Viri. He thought that the truth brought by Randall would be enough to make people dizzy, but he didn't expect that something more surprising was yet to come. .

Mason nodded with a smile: "Yes, we have known each other for a long time. He is a child entrusted to us by an old elf friend."

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