dedicated to violets

Randall stood among the trees surrounded by layers of leaves, blocking the sunlight overhead.He was wearing a simple magic robe, just like an ordinary magician.

This is the edge of the Misty Forest, where mercenaries often come and go, and a bare path has been trampled on the ground.

He looked around, and there were many trees around him. Except for the occasional bird song, the silence was so eerie that it made people sweat involuntarily.

The sun is about to set, and the forest of mist will soon be plunged into darkness.The forest of mist at night is extremely dangerous, even if it is only the edge of the forest.Most of the adventurers who are alone will die due to negligence. Even senior mercenaries dare not stand alone.

Randall walked around, measuring out a square.

In this area, there is a tree that is unusually tall, and its body is several times thicker than the tree next to it.

He pushed aside the hanging vines and found this strange tree.There were several huge stones piled up under the tree, and the stones were covered with moss. Randall picked off the layer of moss and stepped on them firmly.

The magical elements here are abundant, several times higher than in other places.

As a highly gifted magician, he is extremely sensitive to magic elements. With the diary of his parents in his mind and his outstanding element perception, he accurately found the entrance disguised as a tree.

The rich wood elements continuously nourish the big tree in front of it, making it much taller and stronger than others of its kind.

Randall raised his head, stared at the crown of the tree, and said forcefully again: "I am Randall Valentine, a descendant of Valentine and his wife. I am here to find the lost city, Asgard."

The world seemed to stand still for a moment, and the sound of wind and birdsong disappeared at this moment.

Randall held his breath, and saw a white light suddenly appear in front of him, engulfing him suddenly.

He passed out.

When he woke up again, he heard footsteps that were not in a hurry.

The robe scraped the grass and made a rustling sound. Randall half-opened his eyes and saw a pair of exquisite cowhide boots.

"Valentin, here you come," said the owner of the cowhide boots.

It was a very pleasant male voice, as clear as spring water, very young, probably in his 20s.

Randall felt as if he had been run over, the pain was so severe that he couldn't lift his limbs.He raised his head with difficulty, trying to see the person's appearance clearly.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time," said the man. "Can you stand up?"

Randall sounded like a mosquito: "No."

The man sighed very lightly, and the next second, Randall floated up from the ground.Invisible hands held his arms, supporting him to stand.Randall looked up and finally saw his face clearly.

Behind him is a tall and majestic altar with stone pillars standing up to the sky, and inside the altar, there is a golden light shining.

The man stood against the light, tall and slender.

Like Randall, he was wearing a cloak-like magic robe, with a delicate and handsome face, long silver hair like moonlight, tied behind his head with a ribbon, and tied into a high ponytail.The most surprising thing is that his eyes turned out to be a magnificent purple.

Randall had never seen anyone with eyes of this color.

As the light changed, the color of the man's pupils became lighter, but no one would mistake these eyes for other colors—they were pure violet.

Randall was surprised: "You are..."

"I am Ignace Stocker," said the young man.

Randall yelled: "Are you that fallen bishop Ignace?"

In his parents' diary, the bishop Ignace's appearance is clearly recorded, with blond hair and blue eyes.And the man in front of him who called himself Ignace had silver hair and purple eyes no matter how he looked at it.

Randall couldn't conscientiously hypnotize himself.

Ignas: "The fallen bishop you mentioned is my father."

"Impossible. He has never been married and hasn't dated any woman. It is impossible to have offspring." Randall subconsciously retorted, "Who are you?"

"The name father is not only used for blood." He lowered his head and stroked his heart, and said softly. Then, he looked directly into Randall's eyes and said calmly, "I heard you humming "Serenade" , You also used your diary to prove your identity, descendant of Valentine, why do you want to go to Asgard?"

Randall froze for a moment, his expression became dull, and then unconsciously said: "I want revenge."

"why?"

"The Holy See killed my parents, washed away my memory, and made me grow up ignorant, becoming a minion of the Holy See." Randall's eyes were empty, as if looking into the void, unable to find his expression.

Ignas was thoughtful: "I see."

Randall regained his senses in a flash, his face was full of horror, and he was about to step back immediately.

"I can read your emotions, very strong, like strong wine, burning flames, it seems that you really hate the Holy See," Ignas said lightly, "You came to this altar to ask for people, and I am the guardian here, what do you want me to do for you?"

"The pope wants to find the violet of the scepter, which is the key to the lost city of Asgard," Randall whispered. "My mother's diary tells me that only the bishop knows the exact location of Asgard because he He is a descendant of the gods and the current owner of Asgard. The Pope is the core of the Holy See, as long as the Pope is killed, the Holy See will fall apart."

"Why not kill him now?"

"His strength is unfathomable. He is not an ordinary Dharma saint at all. I am just an ant that can be crushed to death in front of him." Randall smiled bitterly, "I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up with his strength in my whole life." , even though I think my magic talent is already outstanding enough."

Ignas lowered his head slightly: "You are right."

Randall stopped talking.

In these years after recovering his memory, he has been in a state of anxiety.

He hated the Holy See, and hated himself.Why is he so weak, unable to leave the Holy See, he can only pretend to be ignorant, and pretend to be false.

Asgard was his only chance.This is a gamble, the Pope will definitely go to the Lost City himself, may get the treasure in the city, or die in the city.Even if it's only half the chance, it's worth Randall's bet on the possibility.

Ignace: "How do you want me to help you?"

"I can only temporarily escape the Pope's surveillance, but I cannot betray the Holy See." He has the brand of the Holy See on his body, and this brand will accompany him for the rest of his life. He can disappear for a short time, but he cannot disappear forever—unless he dies.

"The thing about the scepter must be told to others. He must hate the Holy See as much as I do, but he must maintain a firm heart and not be overwhelmed by hatred. He should have a strong willpower and not be influenced by others .He should be strong enough to walk in the misty forest."

"Have you chosen?"

Randall said: "Yes, he is my teacher Willie Haydn, and he has the breath of violets on his body."

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"Why are you asleep again?"

When Wei Li woke up from the dream, his brain was still a little confused, and his elbow accidentally hit the solid wood coffee table, and his facial features were distorted due to the pain.The snowy owl was sleeping soundly beside him, its feathers curled up.

"What's wrong with me?" Viri rubbed his forehead, glanced at the snowy owl beside him, and finally realized his current situation.

Sean was making soup in his kitchen, and when he heard Willie wake up, he trotted out and complained: "When you were playing the violin, you suddenly passed out. Go to bed, you have lightning on your body again, I was almost scorched by lightning."

Willie: "...what?"

"I can only cover you with a blanket and see how long you wake up." Sean wiped his hands on the apron, "It turns out that it is already noon, and you only wake up. I made soup, fried some bacon, and left Eat some."

Willie didn't expect to sleep for such a long time.

He rubbed his brows, sat up on the sofa, and slowly regained consciousness.The back of his head was swollen and painful, and he was afraid that he would be drawn into Randall's memories again.

It's just that in this memory, there is actually Ignace.

Willie stared blankly at the savory sandwiches and borscht in front of him. He obviously felt hungry, but he had no appetite at all.There seems to be a pile of messy wool in his brain. He really wants to find the thread ends and comb the pile of wool into balls, but he can't get started.

Sean bit off most of the sandwich in one bite, then picked up the soup bowl and took a big gulp.

"What's the matter with you?" Sean's hot tongue trembled, and he let out a quick breath. After a while, he asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with your health?"

Willie shook his head: "No such thing, I was just pulled into Randall's memory again."

The medium was the "Serenade", but he was surprised that he had played this piece of music when he was in Fast before, why didn't this kind of thing happen at that time?

Sean guessed: "Maybe it has something to do with yourself."

"Myself?" Willie frowned.

"Didn't you think about Asgard all day long recently? It's probably because you thought too much, and that memory appeared on its own initiative." Sean said, "Randall shouldn't be malicious to you. When the temple was abandoned, it took you a very short time to read the memory, probably because Randall himself was very cooperative."

Viri pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "Sean, do you still remember the magic of reading memory, who researched it?"

"Forgot." Sean searched his memories carefully, but found that he couldn't remember anything.

"I can't remember either. I don't think either of us are forgetful people." Viri pointed his finger at his forehead, "I never doubted the source of this magic, and reading the memory is enough to shock the world." , sounds incredible. Not only that, but the person who uses magic can be personally on the scene, re-experience it as the owner of the memory, and even perceive the emotion of the owner of the memory at that time."

"What do you want to say?"

"I had an experience very similar to reading memory in the elves." Viri said, "This spell has a lot to do with the world tree that stores memories and emotions. Perhaps it is a spell that belongs to the gods."

"Serenade" is a key that opens Randall's memory.

Thanks to Randall, he saw Ignace again.In Randall's memory, Ignas was cold and even seemed unpopular.

—and I am the guardian here.

He remembered Ignace saying this to Randall.It turned out that the clue to the lost city he wanted to find was on Ignas.

He strayed into the blind zone of thinking.

Asgard is the city where the gods live. The fallen bishop 500 years ago, as a descendant of the gods, of course knew the exact location of Asgard.

And his lover, Ignace Stoke, is the person closest to the fallen bishop.

They had the same face and the same name, and Ignas called the bishop his father.

As a magical pet, Snowy Owl may know little about the Lost City, which is normal.After all, magicians don't tell everything to their pets.But Ignas, who is close to him, must be clear about it.

Willie covered his face with his hands: "I really—"

"Who is that Ignace in your family?" Sean broke the bread into pieces, put it on a plate, and picked up the snowy owl sleeping in the blanket, urging it to get up and eat.

Viri smiled wryly, pursed his lips, and said in a barely audible voice, "He may be the key."

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