dedicated to violets

Imperial College, Headmaster's Office.

Alfred was lying on the table writing a letter, his eyes almost falling on the paper.Viri followed the list and waxed the seals one by one.The snowy owl flew in from the window with a snort, folded its wings, and landed on the table.

Viri touched its head as a comfort: "Thank you for your hard work."

Not long after he returned to the capital, the snowy owl recklessly broke into his study again, scaring the gardener Andrew so much that he almost thought history was repeating itself.Veri was pleasantly surprised. After returning to the academy, he canceled his vacation. However, considering his high-intensity work for more than ten years, the academy did not arrange another course for him.

Willie has nothing to do most of the time every day, and the arrival of the snowy owl undoubtedly injects a little vitality into his boring life.

Alfred dropped the quill, leaned on the comfortable soft chair and stretched: "It's too difficult for me, an old man, to write so many letters at once." He stretched his legs hard, hoping to put them on the table superior.

Viri collected the letters and sorted them one by one according to the Mercenary Guild, Magician Guild, and other major academies in the Principality.

The pattern of the wax seal is a tulip, representing Imperial College.

The gathering is not in the name of the royal family, but in the name of the academy, inviting major forces and schools to communicate, discuss, learn, promote each other, and make progress together.

This is the plan that Viri, the principal, and the emperor came up with after repeated deliberation and discussion.

Coincidentally, every five years, there will be a Magic Theory Exchange Conference held, and this year happens to be the year to hold the conference.The time of the conference is very random, it may be spring and autumn, or winter and summer.

With a swipe of his pen, Alfred decided that it would be better to hit the sun than choose the day, and immediately began to prepare for the conference.

Without further ado, I took Willy to write letters that night.

The snowy owl squatted weakly on the shelf, with its two wings protecting its sides, and it could be vaguely seen that the feathers exposed under the wings were shortened.Viri looked at it distressedly, and rubbed the tips of its wings: "Your feathers have lost a lot this time."

The snowy owl let out a few weak voices.

The feathers are attached to the bird's flesh and cannot be easily pulled out.However, the cut part can also be used, and the snowy owl volunteered to help. Viri restrained himself and only cut a few pieces, and the avatar of the snowy owl became smaller accordingly.

The feather-turned little snowy owl is carrying the letter in its mouth, with Alfred's magical aura on its body, delivering the letter conscientiously.

After staying up all night, the sky was bright outside the window, and Wei Li was also a little sleepy, yawning: "I have been notified about the conference, and the students who will participate in the exchange should be selected today."

Alfred straightened up: "Go back and rest, there must be someone who is worried about these things, by the way." His eyes lit up, and he jumped up from the soft chair, "I have something for you."

"What?" Willie took the snowy owl into his arms.

Alfred bent down and pulled out a familiar object from the belly of the table.

"Your violin is in Ymir, and you don't have any weapons in your hand now," Alfred tiptoed, and moved the dark thing to the table, "As the principal, I care about the students, of course You have to think more about your students."

That is the case of the violin.

Viri put his eyes on it, but couldn't move it anymore: "It's——"

"When I helped you repair that violin before, I built it together." Alfred patted the violin case triumphantly. "It's just for practice. I didn't expect it to be useful."

He pushed the piano case in front of Wei Li, "Try it, do you like it? In terms of timbre, magic power and so on, it's certainly not as good as the previous one, but it's still top-notch."

As a leader among the dwarves, how could the weapons created by Alfred be bad?

Even if it is a defective product, there is no need to worry about being sought after.

"Principal, thank you." Willie opened the piano case, stroked the smooth and moist body of the piano, and was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing what to say.

Alfred said: "You can be regarded as my student. Of course, a teacher must consider everything for the students."

The vines on the violin are all reproduced as they were. If Viri hadn't been with the violin for nearly 30 years, it would be difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

The snowy owl leaned over curiously and tried to peck the strings with its beak.It was too strong, and the strings were not injured at all, but it was knocked back a few steps by the impact of the rebound, so scared that it quickly flapped its wings, fled, and flew to the top of the bookshelf, looking at the violin vigilantly.

Both Willie and Alfred laughed at it.

At dawn, Willie returned to his home with the violin and the snowy owl.

The snowy owl found the shelf where he was sleeping, squatted on it, and shrunk his head, like a round white pompom.Willie glanced at it, shook his head and laughed.

The capital is still a bit cold, and the wind in the morning is especially biting.

Willie closed the window and lit a fire in the fireplace.He took off his coat and said to Snowy Owl, "I'll go to the study for a while, if you want me, come to the study."

The snowy owl hummed lazily a few times and remained motionless.

After pouring himself a glass of milk and feeling warmer, Viri picked up a pen and began to record what he saw and heard these days.

When spring just arrived, he received a letter from a snowy owl. The letter was written on Huene paper, and the raw material of Huene paper came from the Misty Forest.It seems that the letter at that time was indeed written by Ignas. Before he received the letter, Ignas was recuperating in the Ymir Forest.

But the snowy owl kept claiming that Huignus was the master.

From where he was sitting, he could see the living room. The snowy owl had spontaneously approached the fireplace, and its feathers were coated with a warm golden red.Viri sighed, perhaps the master he was talking about was the fallen bishop "Ignas".

The soul of Ignas can exist alone, and can even become an entity in a short period of time, no different from a living person.He had read many works on magic theory, as well as alchemy conjectures related to the soul, but none of them mentioned this possibility.

There used to be alchemy masters who wanted to transcend the physical body and use the spirit as an independent individual, but they all failed without exception.Only when the soul and body are one, is it human.

This is also the essence of human beings, just like Randall, no matter how talented he is, once he dies, he can only leave a residual consciousness.

——and then gradually die out, which is an irreversible process.

After writing down all the things that happened in the past month, Vili breathed a sigh of relief, closed the notebook, and got up to wash.The sky lit up, and the sun hung high in the sky, bright and even dazzling.

Willie drew the heavy curtains to block out the sunlight, and was finally able to sleep comfortably.

ten days later.

The college was filled with a joyous atmosphere, with colorful flowers floating everywhere, students in different uniforms shuttled back and forth in the college, and laughter gathered into a sea of ​​joy.

In a building in the center of the college, there is a completely different solemnity.

Tulips are carved in relief on the wall, and the petals are shining with light.Directly below the relief, Alfred is sitting upright, the chair is padded high.Willie was standing on his left, and the concentric tables filled the huge room to the brim.Sunlight penetrates through the transparent skylight inlaid in the dome and fills the entire meeting room.

The Magic Guild and the Mercenary Guild are on one side, and on the other side are representatives of the various academies.

Alfred cleared his throat: "I called everyone here, everyone must know why I am—"

"The wolf ambition of the Holy See is well known to anyone who has experienced the Violet War." Alfred has lived for hundreds of years, and no one here is older than him. Most of them have heard of it when they were young. his name.It is safest for Alfred to come forward.

Viri looked at the representatives of the magic guild calmly.

This time the Magic Guild sent three representatives, a vice-chairman, a guild elder, and a young man who looked about 30 years old. He should be the high-level successor that the Magic Guild was cultivating.

The vice president is a middle-aged man with thick hair, a lot of eyebrows and beard, and looks a bit sloppy. The elder of the guild is an old woman with gray hair and wrinkled face.Viri couldn't tell her exact age, it could be as low as 60 years old, or as high as two hundred years old.

Two hundred years old is the limit of the lifespan of a magician under the Dharma Saint.

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