dedicated to violets

Ignas didn't say a word, and nodded at Willy, obviously acquiescing to his statement.

Viri was almost unsteady by the news one after another, he grasped a little clue in a daze, "So, why did I pick up Ignas in Fryer Forest?"

"Before the outbreak of the Violet War, the elves had been living in Fryer Forest." Mason said, "We left Fryer Forest not long after the war broke out and moved north to Misty Forest to avoid the flames of war and prevent attacks from the Holy See."

No wonder there were no monsters in the former Fryer Forest, only docile animals.

Of course, the territory where the elves live does not allow large monsters to get involved.

Sean suddenly said, "You gave me this diary too?" He raised the manuscript, his tone unhappy.

"It was Randall who asked me to find a way to transfer it to you," Mason generously admitted, "he is the only child of the Valentines. When he was born, he was weak and would die at any time. The Valentines couldn't bear it, so they Frozen him, hoping to find medicine to heal his body."

"And then?" Willie couldn't help but ask.

Mason: "I don't know what happened after that. About 15 years ago, Randall found us with a token and proved his identity. Of course, we had no choice but to help him."

Saying this is tantamount to not saying it, Willie thought.

Ignas was still bowing his head and focusing on peeling the oranges. After peeling, he put them one by one on the empty plate on the coffee table. The pulp that came out from the back of the oranges was very attractive.

Viri looked at him, his restless heart calmed down a bit, and then he said: "Randall told me that the violet scepter is the key to unlock Asgard, but now this 'key' is given to you elves for safekeeping. You Do you know where Asgard is?"

"No." The beautiful elf shook her head. "After the dusk of the gods, everything is new, and so are we elves. Maybe only the descendants of the surviving gods know the location."

Viri frowned, suddenly recalling Randall being crucified before his death.

Blood dripped from the rusty spikes, Randall lowered his head, the crimson sunset outside the temple covered the murals with a layer of red veil, and the stone sculpture looked down at Randall at his feet with a pitiful expression.

It would be nice if... if he was crucified instead of Randall.

"Of course," said a gentle male voice, "as long as you say 'I do'."

He seemed to have returned to that temple again, standing in Randall's position, the stone sculpture came to life, looking at him with pity, his eyes were blue with melancholy.

He was about to be seduced.

"Veri." Ignace's clear voice pierced through the thick fog and reached his ears.

Viri regained his senses and looked back, but he didn't find Ignas.No, he had obviously left the temple.

He shivered and broke away from the hallucination. He touched his shirt, dripping with sweat.

Ignas held his hand, the palm of his hand shone with purple light, comforting the trembling Viri.

Accompanied by Ignas, Viri quickly calmed down, his shirt soaked in cold sweat.

He was terrified, how could he have such a weird idea?

He had a vague premonition that if Ignas hadn't woken him up in time, he might really listen to the male voice's bewitchment, voluntarily lie on the cross and suffer the torture of spikes.

At that point, death greeted him—a long and painful death.

"What's the matter?" Sean and Mason didn't notice anything unusual, and they all cast concerned eyes upon seeing Willy's pale face.

"I just now," he paused, "heard the Pope's voice."

The pope's voice was very recognizable, his tone was unhurried, even with a smile, he sounded like a gentle man.After the encounter at the temple, Willy certainly didn't believe the Pope's illusion of tenderness.

Sean rubbed his chin: "Speaking of which, how long has the Pope been on the throne now?"

"About more than 30 years ago," Willie said, "when I was a child, there was a small church in the town of Fryer. Occasionally believers would go there to worship. I went there once out of curiosity. Once, the priest said that the Pope had passed away. , and a new Pope will be elected soon."

After speaking, the two fell into silence at the same time.

Sean hadn't seen the Pope himself, so of course he couldn't do anything about it.There are too many things piled up in Wei Li's mind, and he doesn't know what to say in a short time.

Ignas rubbed his wrist with his fingertips, and the faint tingling pain disappeared quietly, and Viri could even hear the sound of skin and flesh healing.He turned his head slightly, and saw Ignas giving him a comforting smile.

In fact, he still has doubts, such as the bones in the tomb, the 30-year vacancy, where did Ignas appear... All kinds of questions are intertwined and piled up in his heart.

But nothing could compare to the fact that Ignas was sitting next to him, and the existence of this fact diluted all his doubts.

Mason looked at the two affectionately, and then at Sean who was still in a daze.With a light cough, he clapped his hands and said solemnly: "Can we talk about something important now?"

Sean held his forehead, and quickly waved his hand to refuse, with a weak look: "I can't, I need time to sort out my mood." His every move was calculated by others, no matter how good-tempered he was, he was a little angry.Coupled with the fact that the news Viri brought just now was like a storm, he couldn't digest it all for a while.

There is also Vili who needs to rest. He has encountered too many things today, and once he relaxes, he will feel physically and mentally exhausted.If he hadn't been thinking about something, he might have fallen asleep as soon as he tilted his head.

Ignace accompanied him back to the bedroom, there was still some time before the sun went down.After washing off the dust from his body, Viri buried himself in the soft bedding.Ignas was sitting by the window reading a book, he was still wearing a dark cloak, the sun fell on the yellowed pages, and even his beautiful silver hair was gilded.

He is always good looking.

Viri stared at him intently, as if contemplating his own long-lost treasure.

"Go to sleep." Ignas caught his gaze.

Willy lay sideways on the bed and asked in a low voice, "Will you disappear when I wake up?"

Ignas was silent, looked at him quietly, and did not answer.

"Are you really going?" Willie sat up anxiously from the bed.

Ignas put down the book, strode over, and pushed him back on the bed again: "I won't leave you, you have to trust me."

Willie tried to grab his hand, but couldn't.

He froze for a moment, and found that Ignas withdrew his hand in a panic and hid it in the cloak. Facing Viri's bright eyes, he forced himself to be calm: "Go to rest earlier."

Willie stared into his eyes: "Ig, what happened to you? Tell me the truth, don't hide it from me." He lifted the quilt and made a gesture to get out of bed.

A ribbon appeared out of thin air, flexibly wrapped around his hand, and bound his hands.

Viri tried hard to break the ribbon, but found that he couldn't exert the strength at all.

"Ignas, are you really dead?" Viri felt his heart ache when he thought of this possibility, "Don't lie to me."

With a wave of Ignace's hand, the thick curtains were drawn to block the bright sunlight.

An invisible force put Viri back on the bed and covered him with a bedding.

The room became dark, and Ignas sighed softly. At some point, a silver candlestick appeared in his hand, and the flickering candlelight illuminated a small space.Holding a candlestick, he came to Veri: "Veri, you must go to Asgard."

Willie said in a muffled voice, "You don't need to tell me, I will go too."

Although he is only an academy swordsmanship teacher on the surface, he is still an imperial soldier in essence.The Holy See and the Empire have been at war for 20 years, and now they are looking for the lost city again. It is inevitable that they will have other plans in the future.

For the safety of the empire, he must also find out.

Ignas had a soft expression: "You are very brave, Viri."

"I'm not brave." Willie shook his head, pulled the quilt over his face, and his voice was muffled through the thick quilt, "Leaving Fryer, I don't have you or my parents by my side. If you can find a way to survive, joining the army is the best choice."

He is an orphan with no better way to go.

His parents were both imperial soldiers. After retiring, they returned to the small town of Fryer to run a flower business.When the Violet Wars broke out, they took up arms again and returned to the field, never to return.

After that, comes the forbidden curse.

In order to protect him, Ignas turned into charred bones.During the war, he tried his best to find the army where his parents were, only to realize that they had died for many years and their bones could not be found.

He quietly revealed a pair of eyes, just in time to meet the eyes of Ignas.

"I'm sorry," said Ignace, deep sadness in his violet eyes.

Viri's heart softened, he turned his head sideways, deliberately not looking at him: "Actually, it's not too sad. I have lived happily these years." When the war saw, he was accompanied by Xiao En and stayed in the academy. At that time, there were energetic young people, and there was also the principal who always took care of him.

The wound seems to heal with the passage of time, but when I think about it, it still hurts.

However, no one answered.

Willie was taken aback, and turned his head away again.

The bedside was empty, and there was no sign of Ignas at all.Only the light flickered on the delicate silver candlestick, but the person who was staring at him just now was nowhere to be seen.

Viri panicked, and just about to get up, his eyes went dark, and he fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

When he woke up, the sky was full of colorful clouds outside the window, and birds flew past in groups of clouds.

"Veri, you're finally awake." When he opened his eyes, a familiar black appeared in his peripheral vision. His throat was extremely thirsty, and he was about to speak when he heard a pleasantly surprised voice.

"School, principal?" Willie was dumbfounded.

In the dining room, the petite dwarf principal stood on a chair with his head held high, directing the servants to serve him dishes.The fear of Ignas' disappearance was a little lessened by the principal's arrival.

"I don't want vegetables, just bring the green ones down, I don't eat salads," Principal Alfred said confidently, "I just want meat, bring me some steaks."

Wei Li was funny and helpless: "Principal, why are you here? I wanted to write to you to tell you something."

The headmaster smoothed his white beard and stood on the chair, much taller than Willie.He felt that the beard was in the way, so he simply kicked the beard hanging down on the chair.

He looked at it with satisfaction for a while, and then said: "Is it about the Holy See? That Pope is restless again?"

"you know?"

The headmaster said: "Don't you know? Those old men in the Mage Guild are very annoying. They write letters to the royal family every day, urging the royal family to order. What kind of scepter are you looking for? You wrote to me before and asked me to tell Emperor Fast that a large number of undead appeared , Am I not worried about you? I ran all the way here quickly."

He picked up a bowl of cream stew, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

The taste was very good, Alfred licked his mouth in satisfaction, "So how are the undead now?"

Viri was very moved, and then he said, "But now the dead are gone."

"What?" Alfred stared, "Why not?"

Viri had no choice but to tell the story of Randall together.He trusted the headmaster very much. He said bluntly that, besides Ignas, the headmaster was the person he trusted the most.

Alfred slapped the table angrily: "Damn! The Holy See is so bold! Even Valentine's children dare to do it."

"Sir, do you know Valentine?" Willie asked in surprise, keenly capturing the strangeness in the principal's tone.

He knew that the principal, as a dwarf, had a very long lifespan, and he often said that he was a few hundred years old, but he did not expect that he had lived for such a long time.

Alfred put down his hands in embarrassment, shortened his body, shrunk down from the chair, and sat down properly.

"Not very familiar," the headmaster tried to pretend to be sincere, "I rarely deal with the Mage Guild." Then he laughed.

Willie didn't believe his words: "When you lie, you don't have to be so guilty."

The manservant delivered the steak in a timely manner, and the fat and tender beef was sizzling and fragrant.Alfred raised his knife and fork and began to eat.

Willie didn't eat if he wasn't hungry.

Sean and Mason are still busy, and it will take some time before they can come back.Recently, all the big and small things in Fast City have piled up like a mountain. Even if someone is available under his command, Sean, the president, is still too busy to touch the ground.

Alfred's belly bulged a little after finishing a few huge steaks in a whirlwind manner.

He burped, got up and stood up again: "Where's your violin? Is it easy to use?"

Only then did Vili remember his violin. With Ignas by his side, he couldn't care about anything. Even the violin was brought back by Ignas himself.

"It works fine, but the color fades," Willie said. "The amber color you put on before fades away and turns back to silver."

Alfred waved: "Show me."

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