dedicated to violets

There are not many elves, and Viri roughly counted them, at most three hundred.

The place where they meet is in front of the shrine, and according to Mason, they both refer to this out-of-place building as the world tree.

Viri ate the juice specially made by the elves, looked at the rotating barbecue on the bonfire, and heard Mason say, "This temple was brought by the bishop." Maybe he was worried that Vili would not understand, so he said specifically, "The bishop is Yi Gnass, we are used to calling him bishop, even after he broke with the Holy See, he did not change his words."

To Willy's surprise, the elves also eat meat. He had expected the elves to eat only fruit and vegetables, as in the bard's poems.

He thought about it again, small animals like hares reproduce very quickly, and there are no large beasts in the Ymir Forest. If it weren't for the elves hunting and killing them, the hares would be overrun within three years.

What's more, Mason eats and drinks like a human being in Faster. He is so poisoned by those legendary poems that he thinks that poems and novels are the same as reality.

The elves are seasoning the barbecue, the fat is sizzling, and the aroma is overflowing.

Willie and Mason sat by the campfire, their faces turning red in the light.

He heard the nearby elves whispering, but he couldn't understand the content at all. Mason knew what he was wondering when he saw his expression, so he took the initiative to explain: "They are using the elves' own language."

Elves live long lives, and learning several different languages ​​is not uncommon.

"The common language of the empire was taught by the bishop," during the conversation, a beautiful elf girl brought a plate of food, looked at Mason shyly and timidly, and ran away in a hurry. Mason continued calmly, "Do you want to know?" What? Let’s ask together at this time.”

Willy lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Ignace—I mean, what is the relationship between Stoke and Bishop Ignace in your mouth?"

"We are used to calling them father and son." Mason divided the barbecue and handed him a plate. "Anyway, that's what the bishop said. More than 400 years ago, the bishop suddenly appeared in Ymir and handed Stoke to the Elven King. Please take good care of him, the Elf King."

It is not uncommon for fathers and sons to have the same name in the empire.

Willie picks up a plate of roast, which looks good.He took a bite and chewed slowly, the taste was so good that it made one want to bite off his tongue.It's literally the best roast he's ever had in his life.

He put down his fork restrainedly: "Then why did I see the past of the bishop and the Valentines? People cannot be resurrected after death, but when the curse appeared, I watched Ignas turn from a living person into a charred skeleton with my own eyes. ..." He even buried him and set up a tombstone with his own hands.

The appearance of Ignas has already broken his common sense.

In the abandoned temple in the valley, Ignas suddenly appeared beside him. He didn't delve into it. Too many questions filled his brain, and it was difficult to figure out some clues in a short time.

Mason put an apple in his palm: "Since you are so distressed, why not go to the World Tree for a while. What you can't understand the most is Stoke's resurrection, and the World Tree may tell you the answer."

Viri looked at the "temple" in the night, and nodded slowly.

The elves gathered together to talk and laugh, eat delicious food and drink fruit wine. Their beautiful faces were flushed, which was pleasing to the eye from a distance.

After the banquet started, many elves ran to Viri and contacted him, a strange foreigner, in the name of asking questions.It was okay at first, but after the number of elves increased, Viri also had a hard time coping.

Fortunately, Mason made a timely rescue for him, and calmly diverted the conversation, so that Willie got a chance to breathe.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he simply returned to the World Tree.

The moonlight illuminated the quiet spring water, and Viri took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and walked into the spring water carefully.He slowly approached the place where Ignas had appeared before, stroked the rough tree roots, and whispered: "Ignas, what have you experienced in the 30 years I have not been by your side?"

Ignace in the dream told him that he was by his side and never left.

The Elven King also said that Ignas' body was always by his side.

This made him extremely confused and unable to calm down at all.

Mason said that the branches of the world tree store everything that has ever happened in the world. The memories and emotions of humans, elves, dwarfs and even gods are stored in the branches.

It's just that no one can read these memories, and no one can empathize with these emotions.

"But Stoke, who is sleeping in the World Tree, is willing to open his memory to you. His will is transmitted to you through the World Tree, and he can hear your voice. So you can touch the roots of the tree and try to put your The question tells him directly that his newborn body is sleeping, but his consciousness is active, otherwise there is no way to save you many times."

Mason's voice was still in my ears, and Willie said again: "Ignace, I really want to meet you, at least let you know, I really miss you."

The roots of the tree glowed with a white gleam, and Viri opened his eyes wide, with light reflected in his eyes, looking forward to the boiling spring water, longing to see his sweetheart again.

"Villi." Ignace sighed softly.

Wei Li's nose was sore and his eyes were hot. He covered his eyes and cried: "So you can really hear me."

"I'm waiting for you," Ignas said softly, his voice was small and sounded very weak, "but I can't stay awake for a long time, Viri, close your eyes, and the World Tree will tell you the answer."

Viri closed his eyes obediently, and the light on the roots of the tree became more and more dazzling until the flickering ball of light engulfed him.

He smelled rot and burnt.

The skeleton stumbled up from the soil, his head was a little confused, and he just felt that he shouldn't be here.

He saw that his hands had no flesh and blood, only hideous bones, not only that, but also ugly black.

Ignas touched his face, which was also hard and bald. Even though his thinking is not normal now, he knows this feeling is called pain.

The forest is dark and opaque, the bushes and grass are also black, and even the branches of the trees above the head grow fangs and claws, weird and hideous.

He doesn't like this place.

Ignas took a step forward, as if he had kicked something, it seemed to be a wooden board or something.

So he bent down again with difficulty, trying to see the "obstacle" clearly.

It was a moss-covered tombstone, rotten, with two words engraved on it.

Ignace was surprised to find that he could read.

Ignace Stocker.

It was the name, Ignace was pretty sure.whose name is thisHe thought about it in confusion, and then suddenly realized that this was his own name.

In his vague memory, someone seemed to say: "Your birth is related to me, and I am about to die. You are like the continuation of my life. If this is the case, then I will give you my name. "

"Then I will be called Ignace from now on?" the immature childish voice asked back.

"I don't have a surname, but most human beings have a surname. Let me think about it, what surname should I give you?" The man thought for a moment, and then said, "Why don't you take the surname Stoke?"

"Ignace Stoke?"

"Yes, Ignace Stocker."

He slowly remembered that his name was Ignace Stoke, and the simple wooden board in front of him was his tombstone.The person who named him has long since died, so who set up the tombstone for him?

He vaguely remembered that he was with a child, that child had black hair, blue eyes, was always stubborn, and refused to shed tears no matter what.

But he clearly smelled tears on this tombstone.

Ignas walked around the tombstone several times. He wanted to take the tombstone away, but he was worried that if the child came back, he would not be able to find it?What's more, the tombstone can still stay here, but he can't leave his own bones here, he needs a body that can move freely.

He was very embarrassed, so he had to work hard to run his rusty thinking, thinking for a long time.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have some strange magic, which could deceive and deceive people's senses.

Ignas can perform magic without reciting incantations.The magical elements cruising around spontaneously moved closer to him and swarmed in. A mass of purple light lit up in the dark forest, so bright that it scorched the eyes.

Enthusiastic magical elements danced around him, and Ignace limped out of the forest after restoring his tomb in his waking state.

He had slept for so long that he was shaking when he walked.

The wind blows from outside the forest, bringing the fragrance of plants different from the rotten grass, and the sound of rushing water is also carried by the wind. Ignas is refreshed, and there is a river not far away.

But he seemed to have been sleeping too long, and it took him a long time to find water.He cautiously approached the river bank, stuck his head out, and looked at his own reflection in the water.

He saw a swarthy skull.

Ignace was silent.

Even if he has a problem with his mind now, he still knows that he is good-looking.But now the reflection in the water is so ugly that it makes people heinous.Ignas touched his bald face, disgusted with his current appearance.

Enduring the discomfort, he took another look at his eye sockets.

Um?He obviously has no eyes, how can he see?

Ignas fell into thinking again. He sat by the water for a long time, but couldn't figure out the reason, so he stood up angrily and continued to look for the way out of the forest.

In the darkened forest, time flows very slowly, and it is impossible to tell whether it is day or night.

He followed the wind and walked straight forward. The beasts hiding in the forest were watching him all the time, but they never came forward to attack.Maybe it's because he is afraid of the strong magical elements around him, Ignas thought.

Skeletons don't know how tired they are, and the memory of magic in Ignas' mind is gradually waking up.

He felt that his current state was somewhat similar to the legendary undead.Obviously, the body has lost its vitality and can move freely, but would ordinary undead have thoughts like him?

Ignace didn't know.

He finally walked out of the forest and saw the dazzling sunlight.

When he raised his arm to cover the empty eye sockets, Ignas suddenly realized that his appearance was incompatible with ordinary humans.

Outside the forest is a field, with dry weeds swaying in the wind.The house that had been scorched by the flames collapsed to the ground, its original shape no longer visible.Ignas came to the side of the house after the flames raged, and a cute smiling little boy suddenly appeared in his mind.

With black hair and blue eyes, it was the one he remembered before.

"Does he live here?" Ignas caressed the dark wall, vivid memories ran down his hand, reaching his soul, "It smells like him."

Taste is a very abstract term. An accurate description should be the remaining memory of the land.

He "sees" a beautiful flower field full of roses and tulips, a small white building, a silver-haired boy standing beside the flower field and playing the violin, and the boy sitting by the side clapping his hands excitedly.

"Ignace, what's the name of this song? Can you teach me, okay?" The boy's face was flushed, and he tugged at his sleeve excitedly.

Ignace heard himself say, "Of course—"

"Villi."

The moment that name came out, Ignas had a splitting headache.

Countless memories exploded, and he saw the "father" with blond hair and red clothes, the flowing spring water in front of him, the sunlight cast in front of him, and after the monotonous memory, a familiar face suddenly appeared.

The child took his hand: "What's your name?"

The child pointed to himself again and said, "My name is Willie Haydn, how did you faint in Fryer Forest?"

He remembered it all.

When the love affair first started, Viri made a promise with him that they would always be together.

It is precisely because of this that he will use his body to block the cursed sun god without hesitation, because he will not die, but just fall into a deep sleep.

Sooner or later, he will wake up from his deep sleep, find Viri, and fulfill the agreement he made with himself.

……

It seems like a century has passed.

Viri trembled all over, grabbed the book cover, and gradually tightened his fingers.Intense emotions washed over his spirit and body repeatedly.

Ignace really came back to life.

He woke up from the grave, dragged his charred bones, and slowly walked out of the forest.

The following memories came to an abrupt end, and the only thing Viri remembered was the picture of Ignas wearing a cloak and walking along the railroad track alone, and that railroad track led to the capital.On his way to Fast, the train he was on ran over that track.Dream and reality are finally intertwined.

In that memory, Ignas always cautiously avoided crowds and towns, lest others see his terrifying face.

Obviously he is such a good-looking person.

Viri's heart was throbbing, he touched the bark, passed the World Tree, and talked to Ignas: "Have you come to take care of me?"

No one answered, maybe his consciousness was sleeping.

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