dedicated to violets

New calendar 970 eight years.

The war is about to usher in the dawn, the priests of the Holy See are dead and injured, and the Holy See army is also retreating steadily.The faces of the soldiers of the empire were filled with joy, even Viri, who had always been quiet, was no exception, with bright eyes.

A bonfire was lit again in the camp, and Viri and Sean sat by the bonfire, and the firelight reflected their faces red.

After being exposed to the wind and sun for too long, Viri's skin was tanned, but Sean was still as white as it was at the beginning.With thin skin and tender meat, it looks like a noble young master at first glance.

Willie hugged his knees and yawned.Today it was the turn of the two of them to watch the night, and the snoring in the camp disturbed his ears, and the hypnotic effect was very good, making him want to sleep too.

The moon hung high in the night, the stars twinkled, and Willie's eyelids drooped, a little sleepy.The bonfire in front of him gradually blurred, and Viri tried to open his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

"Veri, Veri!" Sean called his name loudly.

Viri raised his head suddenly, and Sean's face came into his field of vision unexpectedly: "What!"

"You're about to fall asleep," Sean said innocently. "When you're asleep, what if an enemy attacks you at night?"

Willie rubbed his eyes: "Thank you."

Sean came over and patted him on the back: "Let's just chat, so we won't be sleepy."

"Okay, what do you want to talk about." Viri cheered up.

Sean said, "Why don't we talk about what we want to do after the war? Are you going back to Flairtown?"

Viri was silent for a moment, then shook his head gently: "I won't go back."

"I don't plan to go back to Pence either," Sean held his face, "I've already fallen out with them, and it's no point going back."

"You haven't gone back for ten years. I don't think it's important whether you have a falling out or not..." Willy pointed out the problem sharply. "The important thing is that most of them think you are dead. If you go back, they are most likely to be scared."

Sean yelled, "Hey!"

Sean has many brothers and sisters. His father, Lucas Sr., is a flirtatious man. He has a dozen illegitimate children who hang around the flowers all the year round.As for his mother, he died of illness when he was a child, and he was basically raised by a maid.

When he ran away from home, he calculated well. His father had many sons to inherit the family business, and he was not short of one.

So Sean patted his butt and ran away without guilt.

Veri has no brothers and sisters, and has not experienced the complicated environment of Sean, so he can't understand his thoughts.Before the war, he grew up in a very simple environment. Although his parents were busy, they cared and loved him.Later, after picking up Ignas, he had a playmate and lived happily every day.

Reminiscing about the past, Viri started to be in a daze again.

It's been almost ten years, and he was struggling in the battlefield, and occasionally saw himself reflected in the water, and he almost couldn't recognize him.Sometimes he also wondered, if Ignas was still alive, could he be recognized?

However, this assumption is meaningless, because if Ignas is still alive, he will not put all his eggs in one basket and join the army just to survive.

Sean added: "Actually, I still have a dream."

"What?" Viri came back to his senses and asked subconsciously.

"I want to learn to sing." Sean's eyes were firm. "Actually, I've always wanted to learn to sing. Do you know bards? It's the kind of person who holds a zither and sings heroes' exploits and poems. They wander around and exchange songs for money." money."

Willie listened with relish: "It turns out that there is still such a profession, and it sounds very suitable for you."

Sean is a restless person, letting him stay in one place all day is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"What about you?" Sean said a lot in one breath, and finally asked him, "Veri, what do you want to do?"

"Let's learn the violin—" Willie said hesitantly, uncertain, "I want to learn the violin."

Sean was puzzled: "So you don't know how to play the violin? I thought you would, so I brought it with me." Willie took care of the violin very tightly, like a baby's own eyeball.

Sean was lucky enough to see that "eyeball".

He could tell at a glance that it was an old violin, and the workmanship was very good, but it hadn't been maintained for a long time, so the pitch might not be very good.

"It's my lover's relic," Willie said.

"No wonder," Sean suddenly realized, "if I had a lover, I would take her things with me."

Viri rarely showed a shy smile. He turned his head and looked into the distance. His eyes were gentle and quiet, like the moonlight in the sky.

Under the same moonlight, Sean took a walk with Willy holding a large bag of freshly baked ham toast.

He was hungry, so he just took out a piece and ate it while walking, his cheeks were bulging, and the smell of ham spread everywhere.Viri glanced at him, his eating was not vulgar, but unexpectedly appetizing.

The moon is big and round tonight, and the lights in the city are brightly lit. Viri put his hands in his pockets and suddenly laughed. Ask: "What are you laughing at?"

"Something came to mind," said Willi. "You said you wanted to learn to sing, to be a bard."

Sean: "Yeah."

He swallowed the ham and bread in his mouth, and said, "You also said that you want to play the violin, have you learned it now?"

"Generally, I only learn a few pieces of music, and I can't remember the slightly more complicated ones at all," Willie said. "But I am getting more and more proficient at fighting with people on the violin."

"Your violin is really interesting, how can it be turned into a sword?" Sean was puzzled, "I've never been able to figure out how your violin works."

In fact, Viri didn't know much about it: "It may be the unique casting process of dwarves. My violin was refinished by the principal."

Xiao En ate the remaining bread in his hand, wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and eagerly said: "Then let's try to compete later."

Viri reminded helplessly: "My previous violin was in the Ymir Forest, where the elves lived."

"When we first met, I saw you were holding a violin case in your hand, and the magic wave inside it was very similar to your previous one." Sean laughed, "What's more, how long have we not sparred? "

Behind Viri's residence, there is an open space, the soil has been compacted, and only a shallow layer of green grass has been planted.Now, this well-manicured green grassland has become a place for them to compete.

As a swordsmanship teacher, all kinds of swords are what Viri lacks most. He has a collection of great swords, light swords, knight swords, and even decorative rapiers used by nobles and princes.

Sean picked up a heavy sword and raised it with one hand.

"That's all," Sean looked at the blade, "You take good care of it."

Willie was taking the replica violin out of the case. Hearing what Sean said, he said without looking back: "I usually have nothing to do when I have nothing to do. I can only maintain these collections."

"Come on." Holding the bow in one hand and the fretboard in the other, he walked to the grass.The sky was dim, with the sun almost dipping below the horizon, only provided by a hanging lamp on the wall, around which moths circled.

The snowy owl just woke up, and jumped out of the house excitedly, humming and screaming.

"Snowy Owl, stand on the side, Xiao En and I are going to compete." Snowy Owl raised one foot and made a sound similar to that of a person coughing, a little reluctantly.

Sean said, "You haven't asked what its name is until now?"

Willie was taken aback: "It's not important."

"Why is it not important? It basically lives with you now, and its name is the connection between you and it," Xiao En said earnestly, "It has lived in the elves for so long, so it must have a name."

Willie said perfunctorily, "I'll talk about it later."

The light in his palm flickered, and the body of the violin emitted a beautiful silver light, which was very bright and did not make people feel the pain of burning the eyes.Thunder and lightning wrapped around the violin wrapped in silver light, and began to reshape the body of the violin. The body of the violin gradually elongated and narrowed, forming the prototype of a sword.

At this time, Viri pulled out his wrist mana suddenly, and the long sword appeared from the light with flashing lightning, and the blade was even more dazzling than the silver light.

Sean shouted loudly: "Not bad!"

Holding the sword in both hands, he rushed forward without hesitation, and with a head-on blow, the heavy sword fell down head-on and face-to-face with the sound of howling wind.

Vili dodged to the side tactfully, and fought with Sean.

After more than ten minutes, the two were out of breath and sat on the lawn to rest.

Snowy Owl brought the teapot and cups and put them in front of them.

Viri rubbed the snowy owl's head. He was sweating profusely. The sweat soaked his back, and the hot steam kept coming out, which also took away the haze that had been in his heart for a long time.

"What's your name?" Willie said softly, looking down at the snowy owl.

"Snoll." Snowy Owl said, and after a few seconds, it flapped its wings and repeated, "Snoll, it's snow."

The pronunciation of snow, sounds like the word for snow.If it is really snow, then this name can be called simple and rude, but the snowy owl's feathers are indeed as white as snow.

Sean moved over: "This pronunciation doesn't sound like a common language, it should be an ancient language from a long time ago."

The common language of the Empire has only become popular in the last 100 years. The written alphabet has changed a lot, but the pronunciation has not changed much.Viri once dug out books written in ancient languages ​​from home, and he tried to read them out, stumbling and guessing.

The language spoken earlier was probably the one used by the protoss at Ragnarok.Today's scholars do not know the existence of God at all, and have not studied it.

Willie said, "Snoll, was your previous master Ignace?"

The snowy owl is very smart and can also speak, and it speaks very fluently, just like a human being.So it said, "Which Ignace are you talking about?"

"That fallen bishop, Ignace."

Snowy Owl tilted his head: "It's him."

Then it said: "I was born in Asgard."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and Viri was dumb, as if he lost the ability to speak in an instant.

The snowy owl in front of him had been with the mysterious Ignas, and accompanied him from Asgard to his death.

"Veri, do you want to find Asgard?" Snowy Owl said, "That strange Holy See also wants to find him."

Willie asked, "Where is it?"

"It's in the sky, on the giant's body," said the snowy owl.

Xiao En scratched his head irritably, grabbed the snowy owl's wings, and rubbed it indiscriminately: "Fat bird, you didn't say anything. What giant? What sky?"

The snowy owl screamed: "That's all I know! When Ignas brought me out, I was still a baby bird with my eyes closed!" Then it flapped its wings, trying to escape from Xiao En's arms.

"Sean." Viri rescued Snowy Owl in time, and gave him a disapproving look.

Sean pretended to be dead, lying flat on the grass and pretending to be dead: "I'm so tired, I want to sleep."

Willie couldn't laugh or cry. He stroked the snowy owl's feathers and whispered, "Thank you, I have a clue."

Sean came in a hurry and didn't bring any clothes.Fortunately, he kept an extra thought. When he just bought bread, he went to the tailor shop to buy some spare clothes. Although the tailoring was not as exquisite as the usual ones, it was better than nothing.

After bathing and changing, the two of them sat by the fireplace to warm up.

The snowy owl curled up on the sofa like a doll. Just now, it jumped up and down and exhausted its stamina. Now it is snoring.

The window was wide open, and the night breeze brought faint singing, and Willie listened intently: "It's a choir organized by the students."

The singing voice is very thin, and the content can hardly be heard from a long distance, only a few traces of the melody can be captured.Sean hummed a few words along, which turned out to be surprisingly good.

Willie smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to learn to sing."

"Although I didn't become a bard, I can still sing." Sean looked at the swaying flowers outside the window. "This is one of the few hobbies I have."

He suddenly turned his head: "I haven't sung to you yet, what do you want to hear? I'll sing you one."

Willie shook his head: "I don't know what's popular these days."

"What violin music do you know, you accompany me, and I will sing."

"Then I only know "Serenade." Willie said seriously, "You sing."

Xiao En's face was pale: "...Forget it."

"Serenade" is a piece of music that has been passed down for hundreds of years and has been adapted into various musical instruments, but no one knows who composed it.It has no words, only melody. For it, the lyrics are superfluous, which will destroy the artistic conception and beauty of the song itself.

Viri was amused: "Forget it, let me play a song for you, as a gift to celebrate your rediscovery of dreams."

"There is no gift for "Serenade"." Sean protested.

Willie stood up, set up the violin, and began to play this peaceful piece.Ignace especially loved it, and Willi was used to falling asleep to it.

For him, "Serenade" is like the singing of Ignace, which can open up a pure land for him, separated from the chaos of the outside world, and enjoy the company of Ignace—even if it is illusory.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and Viri closed his eyes, and the sound of breathing in his ears and the sound of burning firewood gradually faded away.

Instead, it was the familiar birdsong.

Willie opened his eyes and saw the verdant green, and he heard himself say, "I am Randall Valentine, a descendant of the Valentines."