dedicated to violets

Viri stared at the imprint in the spring water, wondering.

This cluster of violets is exactly the same as in the dream.

The silver-haired man who called himself Ignace painted violets on the wall of the hut in the flower field.Could this imprint have something to do with him?

Willie soaked in the warm spring water, his head dizzy from the heat.

After yawning and taking a bath, he wore close-fitting clothing and a white robe, and returned to the library through the secret door.

"Are you finished soaking now?" Abel asked in surprise when he saw Willie walking out of the secret door covered in water vapor.

Willy's eyes were sleepy, and he responded vaguely: "Yeah."

His beautiful hair was dripping with water, and after drying it carelessly with a towel, he lay on his back on the narrow bed against the wall.

Abel looked at him amusedly: "Sleep without something to eat?"

"Don't eat." Viri turned over and curled up his legs facing the wall.He huddled under the quilt, embracing himself, revealing his resistance and alienation from the outside world.

Abel hesitated to speak, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the pages of the book.

Willie curled up in the quilt, leaving only his back.

Abel sighed, extinguishing the moon in the dome with a wave.

……

Viri was clearly aware that he was in a dream.

At dusk, the sky is golden and red, and the fire clouds hang from the sky to the horizon.Spring came to an end and summer was coming. He stood in the sea of ​​violets, staring blankly at the black figure in the cloak ahead.

so skinny.

This was Viri's first thought.

The evening wind lifted the man's cloak, outlining his figure.The skinny one had only a handful of bones left, and Viri was shocked, and strode to that person's side.Violet petals fluttered in the wind, and Viri's field of vision was full of petal rain, messy and chaotic.

The man was behind the petals, and Viri wanted to get closer, but was blocked by an invisible fence.

He stretched out his hand, struggling to get over the obstacle, at this moment, the wind suddenly stopped.

The petals fell one after another, forming a thick carpet.Viri maintained the posture of reaching out, opened his eyes wide, and saw the true face of the man hidden under the cloak after the petals fell.

He was stunned.

Under the cloak was a dead bone.

Viri was shocked like an electric shock, trembling uncontrollably, he recognized——

The dry bone in front of him is the man in the dream.

He still clearly remembered the scene in his dream, the handsome man called himself Ignace.He has fair skin, magnificent purple eyes, and long hair like moonlight, without any flaws.

Dry bones are scorched black, and this color will only appear after being burned by fire.

Did he die in the flames?

Viri couldn't help thinking, no, it was definitely not an ordinary flame.It is impossible to burn bones into this color with ordinary fire, unless it is flame magic.

Not only that, but he himself is not an ordinary person, otherwise his bones would not be able to withstand the high temperature, and under the burning of the flame magic, they would not be reduced to powder.

"Ah-"

Ignas, who was in a state of withered bones, moved. He lifted his finger bones slightly and moved a step forward.

Viri was shocked to find that he was still alive.

"You, do you remember me?" He hurriedly grabbed Ignas' sleeve, but it was in vain.

Ignas walked forward as if he hadn't heard of it, and didn't even notice that there was another person beside him.

Willie whispered in his ear, babbling and yelling.Ignas still didn't hear, just walked forward, stepping on the thick blanket of petals, towards the sun falling on the horizon.

Viri gradually realized that he was in a dream.

The things in the dream have gone through a round as early as in the past.And he is just a bystander, helpless to everything that is about to happen, he can only watch everything move towards the established track.

Night falls and the stars twinkle.

The wild wind lingered low, blowing through the waist-high grass and blowing Ignace's cloak.Willie followed behind him, step by step.

It's so cold, obviously summer is coming, but it's still so cold at night.

Willie was only wearing a thin layer of underwear, and the cold wind made him shiver.He hugged his arms and sniffed. In such a short period of time, he was left far behind by Ignas.

The memories hidden in the depths of my mind began to surge.

What role, Willie thought, had Ignace played beside him in those forgotten days?

Why did Ignas turn into a scorched black bone, wandering aimlessly in the wilderness.However, this field looked very familiar, and Viri couldn't help but stop and look back.

In the darkness of night, a giant beast sleeps at the end of the line of sight.

It was a fortress.

He seemed to be able to see the fire above the fortress, and hear the faint singing and laughter.

Dawn came quietly, the red sun rose from the east, and the petals of violets were swept up into the sky by the wind, dyeing the sky in deep and light purple.Witnessing everything, Viri blinked and tears rolled down her eyes.He hurriedly reached out to wipe away his tears, but he didn't understand why he was crying.

Not far away, Ignas stopped and squatted down slowly.

Willie heard a dry, hoarse voice say, "Very, Willie..."

Ignas was tall, even with only bones left, he was tall.He squatted in the weeds, only the top of the black cap of the cloak was exposed, Viri was stunned, a hot current gushed out from his heart, roaring in his veins.

After waking up, the gradually blurred memory became clear again, Viri, his name——

His real name was Willie Haydon.

Childhood memories came flooding back like a flood.

In the green forest, he and Ignas met for the first time. The silver-haired boy was weak and vigilant; Playing the violin in the sun, behind you is the boundless flower field...

The colorful colors occupied all his vision, Viri's tears became more and more violent, and his clothes were soaked with tears.

How could he forget Ignace.

The roar of the train pulled his wandering thoughts, and the torrent of memory stopped abruptly.The train was running on the rails, with golden wheat fields on both sides. Ignas was still wearing the black robe and cloak to cover his terrifying face.

Willy wiped away his tears and strode to Ignas, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Ignas looked around blankly, as if he was a little afraid of the fast-moving train on the railway tracks.He stood by the railroad tracks and watched the trains go by.

Willie was by his side, watching him, watching the wind blow the brim of his hat.

Ignas was always silent, and in those messy memories, Viri learned that he didn't like to talk in the first place.When he was alone, he talked less and less, and occasionally talked to himself, and all he chanted was Viri's name.

Every time Ignace uttered his name, Willy's heart throbbed at his call.

Ignas walked slowly along the railway track, the heavy ears of wheat swayed like undulating waves.As Ignace walked, he would stop to admire the golden wheat fields.In the endless fields, there are funny scarecrows with crooked bodies, tattered hats and clothes.

After wind and rain, the scarecrow still guards the wheat field faithfully.

Sometimes, Ignace could also see the hut in the wheat field, where the farmers stayed during their night watch.

Viri will also be curious about what the world looks like to Ignas, who has lost his eyes and flesh.He quietly followed Ignas, and I don't know how many days and nights passed, but his mood was as peaceful as ever.

For Ignace, it's been a long and lonely journey.

Ignace seemed to have a strong preference for red-roofed houses, Vili found.Small, exquisite and exquisite, the roof is bright red, like a burning flame, full of vitality.Every time he met one, Ignas would stop and observe carefully.

He dared not approach, lest his appearance frighten the civilians.

One train after another roared past Ignas, and they finally came to a town where the train stopped.

The size of the town is not large, but it is very prosperous, with people coming and going, vendors hawking endlessly, and adventurers walking on the street, carrying broadswords or daggers, with fresh blood on their bodies.All kinds of people in strange clothes shuttle back and forth, and the townspeople are not surprised, and even warmly greet soliciting customers.

On the other side, Ignas had already turned around the town several times, and he pulled his hood down hard to cover his chin.Ignas struggled when he saw his fingers.

He thought for a moment, chanted the spell silently, the air around the finger bones twisted and changed, and a few seconds later, a pair of gloves quietly covered his withered fingers.

Viri looked at it in surprise, but Ignas didn't realize it, and followed the gourd's drawing, and covered his face with a mask.Whether it is a mask or gloves, they are all blindfolds and do not actually exist.

It turned out to be spiritual magic.

A strange term popped into Willie's mind.

Knowledge about magic came naturally to his mind.This knowledge is deliberately sealed deep in the mind, but it cannot be erased.As long as they see related things or people, they will rush to break through the shackles.

Spiritual magic, space magic, and time magic are generally recognized as the three most difficult magics.

They are not the well-known elemental magic, they cannot be seen or touched, and they are an abstract existence.Illusion magic is a small branch of spiritual magic, which deceives people's senses—sight, smell, hearing, and even touch.

Ordinary magicians can perform ordinary blindness, that is, to deceive vision.

Yet Ignace's magic tricks the sense of touch.

Terrible talent.

Ignas was ignorant of Willy's astonishment, and he focused on stroking the leather gloves to check for any flaws.After confirming again and again, he finally nodded in satisfaction, circled around the spot a few more times, and happily walked into the town.

This small town is a place for adventurers to recharge and rest, and the vendors sell strange things.Ignas looked around curiously, he didn't need food, drink, or weapons.

Just as he was wandering around like a headless fly, the rich fragrance of flowers came from the other end of the market, mixed in the pungent aromatics. Ignas was stunned, and subconsciously approached the source of the fragrance of flowers.

In the corner of the market, there is a flower vendor.

His booth is full of large and small flowerpots. It is the time when spring and summer alternate, and all kinds of flowers are colorful and densely clustered together, and the fragrance is tangy.

Now that there are no customers, the bored flower sellers just put their feet up and sleep in the shade of the flowers.

"Excuse me, what kind of flower is this?"

Hearing Ignas' voice, the flower vendor who was still dozing woke up suddenly, and ran over in a jump: "Do you want to buy flowers?"

Ignas hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded slowly; "Yes."

"Is this potted flower you're talking about? It's called a pansy, and it's a wild flower. I grow it for fun." The flower vendor was a smiling young man with a brisk tone. "If you want it, I can give it to you."

"I used to see it on the side of the road," whispered Ignace, "so its name is the pansy."

The flower vendor looked at Ignace's airtight cloak, and joked with a smile on his face: "You cover it so tightly, I'm afraid you won't be able to smell the fragrance of flowers."

Ignace said nothing, just stared quietly at the purple pansy in his hand.

The small flowers are crowded together, like butterflies about to fly.There are still dewdrops on the petals, which are radiant in the sunlight.A drop of water hides a rainbow.

"Guest, do you know the flower language of pansies?" Seeing that Ignas did not answer, the flower vendor rolled his eyes and thought of another topic.

Ignace asked, "What is it?"

"Please miss me," said the florist, "this pansy is purple, and it has another meaning, unconditional love."

After all, Ignas did not buy the pot of flowers, but the enthusiastic flower seller forcefully stuffed the pot of purple pansies into his arms.

This made Ignas at a loss, he had nothing to exchange, the florist waved his hand, and said casually: "Although I can't see your face, but from your tone, this potted flower should be related to someone beside you, give it to You are here, I wish you the best of luck.”

Dealing with flowers all the year round, flower vendors have seen many customers who want to buy flowers for their sweethearts.

He doesn't even need to look, just by listening to the tone of voice, he knows the purpose of the guest.

"I—" Ignas was speechless, and the flower vendor's smile was so sincere and pure that it was impossible to refuse.

Finally he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The flower vendor told him that the capital of Mannak was in the far north, and the trains would take several days to arrive there as long as they followed the railway tracks.After thanking the florist, Ignace set off on the journey again with a pot of pansies.

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