dedicated to violets

After Viri said these words loudly, the Elf King's expression froze for a few seconds, and he stared at him blankly, but was speechless.

Her eyes at this time finally matched her youthful appearance, curious, bewildered, and surprised.

After a long time, the Elf King opened his mouth and said slowly: "If you think this way, then you can go back now."

"Why?" Willie frowned.

He took off his gentle mask and asked aggressively.

Elf King: "You believe that Stoke is dead and can't be resurrected. That only requires his body, and his body is always by your side. In this case, you don't have to stay in the Ymir Forest anymore, just go back that is."

"What do you mean?" Viri was irritated, and his anger suddenly changed, which made him suddenly change. "You are changing the concept secretly. I don't think Ignas is dead."

"Ignas? His name is not Ignas," the Elf King corrected. "His name is Stoke, and Ignas is the name of the cardinal."

Viri was beginning to tire of talking to the Elven King.

She is really baffled.

Viri took a deep breath and calmed himself down as quickly as possible: "Sorry, I don't want to talk to you about these useless trivialities. Please tell me, where is Ignas? Mason said he was sleeping in the oasis."

The Elf King sighed: "Why are you so persistent? I heard that you have been celibate for 30 years because of Ignas?"

Viri looked at her indifferently, not wanting to spend more time with her, so he repeated word by word: "Where is Ignas?"

The Elf King wanted to say something else, but the spring water suddenly boiled and bubbled after submerging the roots of the tree.A vague figure appeared underwater, with long hair spread out, floating up and down.

The Elf King looked down: "He came out by himself."

Viri didn't bother to talk to the Elf King, held his breath, and watched the figure under the water gradually become clear.

He seemed to hear Ignas talking, calling his name: "Veri." But the voice was too ethereal, more like his hallucination.

Viri discarded the distracting thoughts in his mind, and stared intently at the people underwater, longing to see the lover he was thinking of again.

Finally, he saw Ignace.

Ignas was lying on his back on the root of the tree, the spring water covered his body, and Viri could clearly see his handsome face.Eyes closed, as if in deep sleep.

Gan Quan really has a strong breath of life, just standing by the water, he feels refreshed.The exhaustion of the past few days was swept away, and the dried up magic showed faint signs of recovery.Even the long-healed scars on his body were itching, and new flesh was growing.

Just as Willy was about to get closer, something hit his back, and he fell into the water unexpectedly, falling right into Ignas' arms.

Before he had time to support himself on the roots of the tree, the Elf King stretched out a finger and tapped his forehead.

"Son, go and see in your dream."

Viri's eyelids drooped for a moment, and finally he couldn't hold back the raging drowsiness. He lowered his head and fell into the deepest dream.The clear water brushed over his body, and Viri closed his eyes, feeling that there was light coming from the outside world.

"Ignace." Someone was speaking, a crisp female voice he had never heard before.

Viri finally opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.

"Wake up, why are you still sleeping at this hour?" The girl in front of her looks about five or six points like Randall. You will find flames dancing in her eyes.

He is in the position of a bystander, and he can see everyone's every move.

"Valentine?" A man was lying under the shade of a tree, with a book covering his face, his voice was lazy, "Why are you here? Morse isn't with you?"

"He went to the market to buy milk," said Valentine.

Ignas put the book away, got up slowly, sat in an unruly posture, bent his long legs, put one hand on his knee, propped his chin, squinted his eyes and drowsy: "He really can't live without it all day. Milk, we're on the run."

Valentine put his hands on his hips: "So you also know that we are fleeing, so why are you taking a nap here?"

"Because the sun is very good." Ignace said confidently, "so I can't help but take a nap."

Viri looked at "Ignas" in front of him, feeling very absurd.

The face in front of him was undoubtedly the one he was familiar with, but the color of his hair was not silver as beautiful as the moonlight, but the standard blonde hair.And those eyes—

Those violet-like eyes turned blue like the sky and the sea.

"You——" Valentine couldn't find any words to describe him, so he could only stare at him, "The guild hasn't given up yet, and is still looking for us. The few from yesterday were still writing miscellaneous soldiers, maybe later Even the Holy Spirit will send out."

Ignas said: "Fa Sheng? Call back when you come, don't worry."

His tone was unhurried, as if nothing could make him anxious.

Valentine kneaded his eyebrows: "To put it lightly, Morse and I are only quasi-Dharma saints now, as for you—"

"Don't worry," Ignas comforted her. "When we reach Fast, we will be able to flex our muscles. There are too many civilians here, and using magic rashly will destroy their homes. Just walk a little longer."

Valentine looked at him: "Sometimes I really wonder if you are from the Holy See, and you are completely different from the sanctimonious priests of the Holy See."

"You're wrong," Ignas shook his head. "Light and darkness are twins, living together. The Holy See is corrupt, and there are also good-hearted people in it. Crisis. Generalizations are always bad."

Ignace is a very gentle man.

It is completely different from the gentleness that Viri himself pretended to be. He is really gentle and tolerant. Even if he is complaining, he will not speak harshly, his voice will not increase, and he will speak slowly.

Valentine glanced helplessly, turned his head away, and muttered uncomfortably: "Morse is so slow, why hasn't he come back?"

More than ten minutes later, Morse finally arrived late.

Morse was rather handsome, tall and muscular in his arms, not a magician but a warrior.There are still milk stains on the corner of his mouth, which adds a bit of humor to him.

Ignace rolled his eyes around his arms and said disappointedly, "Oh, I thought you'd bring us some milk."

Morse was full of guilt: "I couldn't help but finish the drink on the way, and I'll buy it next time."

"Don't buy it, you're wasting too much time on this," Valentine interrupted Morse, and then pierced Ignas mercilessly, "Don't you drink milk? Last time in the guild , Smelling the smell of milk, turned around and ran away."

Ignas blushed without heartbeat: "Suddenly want to try it."

"Then wait until you get to Fastest and try again." Valentine stared at the two big men, one strong and one thin, "Can you be a little self-conscious? We just defected from the guild, and the streets of Pansai and Wangdu are all stuck together." Our wanted warrants, especially you—”

Ignas was sleepy, his head bit by bit, when he was called suddenly, he raised his head blankly: "Me?"

"The Holy See and the guild are all greedy for the scepter in your hand. Although I don't know what is so special about the scepter, since they all want it, it must be a good thing," Valentine said distressedly, "just I'm afraid that the grand duke of the noble family will come to participate if he finds out, and then we will face the enemy."

"Don't worry," Ignace said slowly, "that's just an ordinary staff, nothing special about it. If I had to say something different, it's that the dwarves made the staff. But you don't have to Worry, even if there is another force, I can solve it."

The dwarf race is good at forging. In the auction house, any weapon with the name of a dwarf is sought after by everyone, no matter how much money it costs, they must get it.

Morse said bluntly: "Even dwarves are not ordinary."

"Speaking of which, when you cast magic, you never used a staff at all." Valentine wondered, "Isn't it not in your hands at all? Then we would be too wronged."

Ignas blinked, "Who says a staff must grow into a staff?"

The dream came to an abrupt end, and Willie jumped out of the spring.

He was gasping for breath, dizzy and dizzy, and he could hear the sound of gurgling water when he shook it.

"What's going on?" He was still in shock. He was in a coma just now for no reason. He only remembered the finger stretched out by the Elf King and Ignas who was sleeping in the spring water.

He looked towards where the Elf King was sitting, there was no one there, only a few fallen leaves.

It was already dusk, the setting sun passed through the gate and fell on the water, the blue and orange were intertwined, sparkling.

The spring water was waist-deep, and Willie was drenched, and his hair was sticking wet to his back, and he rarely lost his composure.

"Are you awake?" Mason walked against the light, "Have you seen the king?"

Willie turned around, faced the sunset, stared at Mason standing by the gate, and nodded slightly.

He seemed too silent, Mason thought about it for a while, and said, "Wang has a strange personality, but he definitely doesn't have any malicious intentions."

"'he'?"

"Well," Mason asked tentatively, "Mr. Haydn, what did you see?"

Viry: "...a strange-looking girl with the looks and build of a girl, but with the voice and eyes of an old woman."

"He always likes to play tricks, please don't mind." Mason was speechless, and it took several seconds before he regained his composure, trying to regain some good impression for his king.

Viri shook his head: "I don't mind." In fact, after experiencing that dream, he has been able to confirm that Fryer's illusion magic circle was set up by the elves.What you see and hear is too real, no different from your own experience.

"Is Ignace still in the spring?"

Mason pointed to the root of the tree: "Stoke will always sleep under the protection of the root until his body is fully repaired, at least he has not woken up yet."

"I saw Ignas in my dream," said Willy suddenly, "but he is not my 'Ignas.'"

After he finished speaking, he stared blankly at the calm spring water, not expecting Mason to answer.There was complete silence all around, and he couldn't hear any other sounds, only the slight sound of running water.He looked at the tree roots under the spring, as if he could see the man wrapped in the roots.

"Go out for dinner first." Mason said, "Have a good rest, it's not too late to come here again."

Willie agreed.

Mason came under a tree with a tree house above his head, and the vine ladder was hanging down. Mason pulled the vine to test its flexibility.After feeling strong enough, Mason nimbly climbed up the rattan ladder, and climbed to the platform in front of the tree house in the blink of an eye.

After standing neatly, he waved to Willy: "Mr. Haydn, are you coming?"

Viri measured the length of the rattan ladder with his eyes: "It should work."

He grabbed the vine, kicked his legs, jumped several meters with ease, and came down to Mason's side in twos and threes.

Mason joked: "It is true that the number one swordsman in the empire cannot fail because of the rattan ladder."

"The number one swordsman is a title given by those who do nothing, and I don't have that kind of strength," Viri said. "What's more, I have stayed in the academy for too long. In terms of actual combat, I am not as good as many people."

The tree is very tall. Looking down from here, the drop is at least four meters.The trees in the Ymir Forest are all a hundred years old, tall and straight, with a canopy like a canopy, wide and dense, with branches stretching towards the sky.

A flower floated down slowly and landed on his shoulder.

Willie felt the petal brush against his cheek and reached out to pick it up.

Mason poked his head out of the window: "Mr. Haydn, you will live in this room tonight, if there is anything missing, just tell me, please come and have a look."

Willie froze for a moment: "I thought this was the house you lived in."

Mason pointed to a tree nearby: "I live next door, not far from you."

The sun went down behind the trees and the sky was full of stars.

Viri changed into elf-specific attire, carefully fastening his belt.Mason was waiting for him outside the house, saw his outfit, and praised him: "You look good in this outfit."

"You don't have to praise me," Viri shook his head helplessly, "you elves are all beautiful, and you look better in clothes than me."

"I'm never going to lie, Mr. Haydn, wearing this outfit gives people a completely different feeling." Mason said sincerely.

Willie said abruptly, "You used this trick to subdue Sean, didn't you?"

"Perhaps." Mason's smiling eyes were crooked, and his eyes were like crescent moons. He looked a little childish.

Even though we haven't seen each other for many years, Sean's personality has not changed much. He is usually unreliable in speaking and doing things, and he looks like an affectionate artist on the outside.After so many years, he still hasn't changed, and sometimes he is as naive as a child.

Willy still remembers that Sean used to like to be praised by others, and he also loved to admire beautiful women.

And Mason undoubtedly has all the characteristics that Sean likes, beautiful, calm, and often compliments people in a serious manner.

After the messy thoughts swirled in his mind, Viri didn't speak, but just sighed. Friends have their own lives, and he can't speak freely.

So he said, "Where to eat?"

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Calvin broke me down, I will add another thousand words to this chapter tomorrow, and I can’t write today.

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