dedicated to violets

Viri didn't answer, but just stared at the long stairs in a daze.

"Randall" really couldn't see it, and while he was not paying attention, he stretched out his hand behind his back and pushed him.A gentle force pushed him forward, and Willie walked straight towards the stairs without stopping.As soon as he stepped his legs, the next second, he felt the hard touch of stone under his feet.

Clouds filled his side, like countless nimble fish swimming in the air, "Randall" came to his side at some point, and said with a smile, "Veri, keep going up."

"May I turn back?" Willie said suddenly.

"Randall" said solemnly: "Of course you can go back."

There are many poems and hymns to the gods in the Greenland Empire, and Vili has heard all kinds of stories.Can't look back is one of the stories about the gods, and Viri said that as a harmless little joke.

Willie took a deep breath and looked up at the end of the steps.

In the floating white clouds, there is only a small spot left on the stairs, other than that, there is nothing else.

"Let's go," Randall said.

He took the lead and walked forward, his long cloak falling to the ground and covering the steps behind him.As he walked, the cloak flowed like water.

Viri watched silently, and found that the cloak seemed too wide for the size of "Randall".

The original owner of this cloak should be very tall. After roughly estimating the length of the cloak, he thought about it.The owner of the cloak should be taller than him, no wonder "Randall" is wearing so hard.

Like a child sneaking into an adult's clothes.

Walking on the stairs, the wind blew across his cheeks, making him feel a little cold. He was in the vast sea of ​​clouds, as if he could smell the clouds.

It was an indescribable feeling, refreshing and clear, as if it could wash away all distracting thoughts in his mind.

"Veri, look to the left." Randall said suddenly.

He subconsciously looked to the left, and the clouds and mist receded like a tide, revealing rows of buildings, those originally tall buildings became as small as children's toys.Looking down on Asgard from a high altitude, it is like looking at a city built with building blocks.

Randall said, "Take a closer look."

Viri gave him a puzzled look, only to get inscrutable eyes.

So Viri turned his head to look at Asgard under the clouds. In the densely packed long streets of the city, he suddenly found a few "wheat".Vili realized something, and looked carefully again, only to find out the true colors of the wheat—they were all human.

"Are they from the Holy See? Or the Guild of Magicians?" Viri whispered, "Could they be from the Empire?"

He couldn't see clearly the scene in the city. It was not easy for him to see the true faces of the wheat from a long distance. It would be too difficult for him to see the clothes and clothes clearly.

Randall smiled slightly, and was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he threw the question back lightly and deftly: "Who do you think they are?"

"I can't guess." Willie answered honestly.

He is not used to guessing, he only sees with his eyes, hears with his ears, and then makes inferences based on the clues revealed.Now he could only see figures the size of wheat, so he couldn't tell exactly which side these "wheat" came from.

When he learned that Asgard would appear in everyone's sight, he had already anticipated the current situation.

"They can't see the tower," Randall said.

Viri raised his head and looked at the people around him: "What if someone can see through the illusion created by the bishop?" He deliberately pronounced the word bishop very heavily.

Randall said with a smile: "That's okay, if someone can see through the bishop's illusion, it means that the illusion is not blocking him."

He waved his hand, and the cloud and mist came back again, rolling like a wave, layer upon layer, blocking Viri's sight.

"Continue to go up," Randall put his hands back into the cloak, "The people wandering in Asgardri are not important. I want to show you more than that."

Willie looked at him silently, his blue eyes were like deep oceans, the two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and Willie finally said, "Bishop, why did you use Randall's face?"

Randall looked innocent: "What bishop? I am Randall."

Viri pointed to his cloak: "This cloak is your clothes. It is embroidered with patterns. Although it is not obvious, it can be seen that it is violet. Not only that, the length of the cloak is obviously not prepared for Randall's system. "

"Actually, you didn't want to hide your identity at all." Viri said lightly, "Your Excellency the Bishop."

Randall's face sank with his words.

The flowing clouds stopped suddenly at this moment, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.Virion raised his head and looked directly at Randall without fear, not afraid of his gloomy expression.

"Why do you think so?"

"It's actually very simple, you just know his name is Randall." Willie said, "Not only that, but your acting skills are very exaggerated, as if I'm afraid I won't notice your strangeness."

The bishop smiled slightly: "It seems that my acting skills have regressed a lot."

Willie was silent, and said in his heart, do you have acting skills?

The bishop's palm hooked upwards, and the violet that turned into a necklace on Willy's chest made a crisp sound, and the silver chain broke in response, and flew straight into the bishop's palm.

"I didn't expect that I've been away for so long, and even the violets have grown up." He lowered his eyes, looking at the pocket-sized purple flowers, with soft eyes and a smile in his voice, "It's a pity that I can't see it now."

Willie said, "Ignas..." He realized something, and immediately changed his words, "I mean him, he looks like you, but the eyes and hair color are different."

Speaking of Ignas, Viri's wariness can't help but lessen.

The bishop spread his palms, and the petal-like pendant shone with a beautiful purple light, as if he felt a familiar atmosphere and was rejoicing.

"Don't change your name because of my name. Since he used the name Ignace when he met you, he is Ignace," said the bishop. .”

He threw it casually, and the necklace miraculously returned to Viri's body, and the silver chain was also intact, as if it had never been broken before.

Violet covered Violet with the palm of his hand, and there was no trace of warmth left on it.

For the first time, he realized that the eloquent man in front of him had indeed passed away long ago.

"Although I don't understand why little Ignatius chose you, since he chose you, there is some reason," the bishop still used Randall's face, but his expression and temperament belonged to him alone. "I asked you before, what do you think Asgard is, do you remember your answer?"

"The lost city, and the kingdom where the gods live." Viri frowned, and his intuition told him that this question was very important.The bishop deliberately led him up the stairs in the white clouds, not just to let him see the various forces wandering around in the city, or to find the white tower.

"Judging by your expression, you must have guessed the real answer to this question." The bishop clapped his hands.

Willie said: "Ig told me that you finally chose to sleep here."

The bishop smiled and nodded: "That's right."

"The elves once told me the legend of the giant Ymir. After Ymir died, his blood turned into a flood, his body turned into a world, and elves and dwarves were born from this." Viri clenched his fists, "Now we humans Where did the living world come from? How did Asgard get lost?"

During this period of time, he has also heard many people talk about the legend after Ragnarok.During those days of recuperation at the academy, he also tried to dig out the parchments and manuscripts hundreds of years ago, hoping to find some clues from them.

"Ig said that Asgard has an alias of 'The Realm of the Sky', and I once saw Asgard hanging in the sky, supported by clouds." Viri didn't look at the bishop's expression, and looked at himself. He said freely, "Perhaps before the dusk of the gods, Asgard was indeed built in the air, but now it is moved to the snow mountain."

"Ragnarok still won the victory of the Protoss, Bishop, you are the surviving descendant of the Protoss," Viri slowly said the thrilling words of other ordinary people, "but you are not the only one."

"You stay here stubbornly, not because Asgard hides some incredible secrets, but because Asgard buries the bones of the gods."

"This is no longer a kingdom of gods, but an out-and-out tomb of the gods."

The bishop said with relief: "You are very good, you can see this situation."

"It was just my guess, but your words woke me up." Viri shook his head, but did not accept the bishop's compliment.

In fact, he had doubts from the very beginning.

At the sight of the Patronus with the horn, the seeds of doubt are planted.After seeing the withered World Tree and the vibrant Urd Spring, the sense of discord reached its peak.

All is dead in Asgard.

The world tree, the gods in the city, the dry spring water, and even the time in Asgard also lost their lives.

"That's why both Yige and Undine told me that a day in Asgardri is equivalent to more than a week outside," Willie smiled, "It's actually not a week, but an arbitrary length of time. "

Everything in the city is still, so the sky will not darken and the buildings will not collapse.Only everything in the tiankeng is unusual, except for the Fountain of Urd and the World Tree, all the rest, forests and plants, are illusions that look like real ones.

"How did you find out?" the bishop asked curiously.

"Because of the birds, there are no living things in Asgard, but I heard birdsong when you appeared." Viri looked up at the sky where the clouds were rising, and seemed to be able to see the traces of the birds flying past in the clouds.

If the bishop really has the ability to create life, then Ignas does not need to use the oasis to be born.

That being the case, it can only be an illusion.

The bishop laughed: "It seems that you are indeed smarter, at least smarter than Little Ig. He is always stubborn and doesn't know how to be flexible."

"He's fine," Willie said.

"You like him very much."

"Yes, I like him very much." Willie was a little embarrassed. The bishop in front of him was like Ignace's father.It was he who gave Ignas his name and appearance, and tried his best so that Ignas could live in the world without the scepter.

From then on, Ignace ceased to exist as Violet.

Confiding his heartfelt thoughts to Ignas in front of elders, even Viri felt ashamed.

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