dedicated to violets

Willie took the piano case and put it in front of Alfred.

Alfred looked short, but he was very strong. He stood on tiptoe, lifted the lid of the violin case, took out the violin, and put it on the table.The footman cleared away the dishes to make room for the two of them.

The length of the violin was about the same as Alfred's height, and the silver body showed an unspeakable nobility.It was placed on the table like this, and the tablecloth under it was also expensive.

"Let me see." Alfred stroked his beard to the back of his shoulders, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, lay down on the violin, and inspected it inch by inch.

He was so serious that Viri couldn't help but get nervous: "Is there a problem?"

"Have you played the violin lately?" said Alfred.

Willie: "No, I don't have much time recently."

"The strings are about to break." Alfred touched the rare metal strings through a handkerchief. "What are you doing with the violin? Even Mithril can't bear the magic power."

Viri said honestly: "There is only the ancient magic that drives the undead."

"You don't have much magic power, how can you push this mithril to the limit?" Alfred looked at the violin he repaired distressedly, and complained bitterly, "I don't know how to cherish my weapon, it is equivalent to your second life."

Willie knew he was wrong, so he lowered his head and let him scold him.

"Fortunately, the body of the violin is not very damaged." Alfred inspected the violin and said happily, "The enamel I painted can't stand the washing of the magic power. Your magic power can't destroy the camouflage. .”

Viri said: "Randall taught me that undead magic. After I used it, all my magic power was emptied, and I haven't recovered yet." The magic power dried up, which made him very uncomfortable.Fortunately, the mercenary guild is very safe, and there is no danger of fighting for the time being.

Alfred: "When I go back to the academy, I'll help you fix the violin again."

Willie thanked him and put the violin back in its case.The two sat at the table, staring at each other. After a few seconds, Alfred said, "Before you left, you said you wanted to go back to your hometown. Did you go back?"

"Look," Viri said hesitantly, recalling the boundless pansy field, "it should be regarded as going back to see it."

Even if it was just an illusion, he did return to the small town of Fryer and found the tombstone in the forest.After Ignas disappeared again, Viri was finally able to free up some brains to think about the doubts that he deliberately ignored.

He could touch Ignas' hand and see his shadow in the sun.He and Ignas walked along the river in the valley, one after the other, breathing in their ears.Because of these characteristics, he firmly believes that Ignas is a living person who can touch and hug.

But before Ignas disappeared, his hand passed through Ignas's.

He was sure that it was not his hallucination.

Randall said that if the magic power does not dissipate, the magician can leave a residual consciousness before death, which can be triggered through a specific way to tell the latecomers information.As for how long consciousness can stay, apart from the depth of magic power, it is related to magic talent.

People with high talents have a high affinity with the magic elements wandering in the world. Even if there is no magic circle to gather the elements, they can still attract the magic elements non-stop.

Even after death, consciousness is retained by magic power. If the affinity is high, the more magic power will be replenished.The cultivation base of the former magician determines the savings, and the talent determines the replenishment speed.

Randall used up his remaining magic power, so his consciousness dissipated.

What about Ignace?

Could he also be an illusory shadow, an ungraspable consciousness.

Willie didn't dare to think about it, it would terrify him.

"Alfred?" Mason's surprised voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Willy's thoughts.

The headmaster raised his head, his beard curled up by the breath.His eyes lit up, he threw away the knife and fork in his hand, and laughed loudly: "Carol, why are you here?"

Wearing a proper butler uniform, Mason was slender, a head taller than the headmaster standing on the chair.He said: "My friend is the president of the guild, and I stayed to help."

Principal: "My student is here." He pointed to Wei Li beside him.

Willi did not deny that at the Academy, the headmaster taught him many theories about magic.In this way, he is indeed the principal's student, but he has no title.

"I thought you came to Fast to find me just to return to Mossil." Mason smiled slightly. "After all, you haven't returned to the Forest of Mist for more than 100 years. They are very worried about you."

The headmaster blew his beard and groaned: "Don't even think about it, I won't go back. I came this time only for my students."

As he spoke, he winked at Willie, motioning him to go along with him.

"Yes." Willie said without blushing, "The letter I wrote before was addressed to the principal."

"Okay," Mason didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, he changed the topic, "Mr. Haydn, is Stoke still there?"

Vili's expression became visibly depressed, and he shook his head in disappointment: "He disappeared."

Mason calmly comforted him and said, "Don't be sad, he must have returned to Oasis to recuperate now, so he disappeared."

"Oasis?"

"Mr. Willie Haydn, I sincerely invite you to go to the territory of the elves." Mason suppressed his smile and became serious.He made a complicated salute, which looked pleasing to the eye, and the atmosphere of wind and wood filled the dining room.

Willie felt like he was back in Fryer Forest.

Birds were singing on the branches. He was carrying a basket and looked up at the dense canopy. The wind passed through the forest, bringing the fresh smell of grass and trees.The sun shines through the gaps in the branches and falls on him.

"It really is you," Willie murmured.

Only the elves' territory can be so peaceful and quiet.

He raised his eyes, looked at Mason, and said firmly, "I accept your invitation."

Alfred interrupted: "Aren't you going back to the capital with me?"

"No," Viri said apologetically, "I still have something to do. After going to the elves, I will return to the capital."

"This is impossible. I have told Andor that I will take you back this time. Not long after your letter arrived, the Magicians Guild sent someone to the capital a few days ago and took the initiative to tell Andor about the scepter. .He is in a hurry and doesn't know what to do, so he wants you to go back and help." Alfred spread his hands.

Viri knew the emperor's virtue, and was not surprised.

Emperor Andorra VIII is 40 years old this year, five years younger than him.In the latter part of the Violet War, the battle was fierce. As the heir to the empire, Andor VIII naturally became a thorn in the eyes of the Holy See, and he had to get rid of it quickly.

Viri's parents were originally imperial soldiers, and even sacrificed for the empire.He himself has made great military exploits, superb swordsmanship, and is loyal to the royal family.Due to multiple factors, he was selected by the previous emperor to serve as the guard of Andorra during the war.

Viri was in his early 20s at the time, and Andorra was still an impulsive teenager.

He has saved Andorra many times at the critical moment of life and death, and he and Andorra can be regarded as friends during the years of getting along day and night.Andor even considered him a reliable older brother.

After the war, the army represented by him was able to force Andorra to inherit the throne.

Andorra, who became emperor, originally wanted to make him a duke, but Viri refused without hesitation, and only settled down as an ordinary swordsmanship teacher in the academy.

This undoubtedly made the emperor trust him even more.

As soon as Alfred finished speaking, Viri knew what the middle-aged emperor was thinking.

It is estimated that when he heard the Holy See, he was flustered again, and he needed a backbone to advise him.

He sighed and said, "Sir, please tell Your Majesty when you go back, I will be back soon, please rest assured."

Alfred said: "After so many years, Andor is still that frizzy little boy, and I'll send a message for you." His eyes shifted to Mason's face again, "Carol, we'll wait Let’s talk about it in detail, how long will you go to Ymir?”

Mason didn't answer, but looked at Veri instead.

Willie understood, opened his mouth and said, "Of course I hope the sooner the better."

The undead skeletons have disappeared and will not reappear in a short period of time. Issues such as refugees have to be dealt with by the city hall, so there is no need for Mason, the housekeeper, to intervene.

However, Sean needs to be told first.

Mason and Viri thought at the same time.

Sean is still sulking up to now. Although Viri doesn't know how he and Mason met, he can vaguely guess some details.For example, they should have known each other for about 15 years. After all, it was at that time that Randall came to the door with Valentine's token, and let the elves, who could not hide from the world, come to the human world on their own initiative.

Sean should be very concerned about Mason as a friend, the acquaintance between them may be a coincidence.However, the fact that Mason took the initiative to use Valentine's diary to induce Sean to go to the abandoned temple still caused a grudge between them.

Especially Sean is a seemingly rough, but sensitive person.

As a half-knowledgeable outsider, he couldn't speak casually.

"How about setting off tomorrow morning?" Mason asked for his opinion.

"Of course," said Willie.

Before going to bed late at night, there was a knock on the door of Willy's guest room.

He had only slept during the day and was not sleepy now. He was sitting at his desk writing a letter.Before the ink was dry, he put down the quill and looked back suspiciously, wondering who was looking for him at this time.

A little old man with white beard and white hair stood outside the door.

Willie held the doorknob and said helplessly, "Principal, it's so late, are you still awake?"

Alfred said confidently: "Old man, Jue Shao, I have something to ask you, but you just didn't sleep."

"What's the matter?" Willie backed away, letting Alfred into the room.

"Your violin," a piece of mithril appeared out of nowhere in Alfred's palm. In the magic light, the mithril flowed the color of moonlight, and it looked a bit like Ignace's long hair. "I found it from Carol. One piece, just make it up for you now."

The dwarf race is good at casting, purifying and tempering Mithril does not even require hammers and furnace fires, it only needs one hand to complete it.

Willie did not suspect him, and readily took out his violin.

Alfred skillfully kneaded the mithril into a soft ball, then stretched it to the thickness of the strings, and made gestures on the body of the piano.

It was a little difficult for him to stand on tiptoe, and Willie moved a chair: "Sir, please stand up."

"No," said Alfred, his fingers were thickly callused, and the strings hummed when he pressed them, "it will be done in a moment."

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