Violet Orchestra

The most well-known thing about "Nightingale" is not only its beautiful sound, but also an anecdote that has been circulated for a long time together with the song itself.

It is a serenade. Legend has it that Mr. Victor, who created it, wrote it to his lover. It has been played by countless people as a song of courtship over the years.It is obviously inappropriate to perform this piece of music in public on the birthday of the lord's favorite daughter.

But Violet sat on the chair and played the piano very leisurely, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.His slender and slender fingers plucked on the strings, even the frivolous red hair looked like gentle sunshine, and the overly charming smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be touching other people's hearts.

Mandolin is usually used for solo, but he made the performance of his companions well integrated into the main theme. The beautiful and melodious tunes appear lighter under his changes. The whole tune is harmonious and rich, and it sounds better than the most popular The solo version is more interesting.The poet undoubtedly plays a central role in the ensemble, and the airy and melodious voice of the mandolin is like the golden thread that strings pearls into a necklace, linking the accompaniment of bagpipes, tambourines and harmonica to form a music with him as the absolute center.

The poet hummed softly. The lyrics were in an unfamiliar language, but he sang them without being abrupt, mysterious and moving.He put one leg on the ground, and the other casually stepped on the crossbar of the chair. When he sang orgasm, he closed his eyes, and the thick eyelashes covered his passionate blue eyes like a curtain.

"Brennie," a lady in a blue velvet dress chatted with the castellan's daughter under the cover of a feather fan, "where did they come from? I've never heard such a language, nor such a "Nightingale" .”

"Isn't it wonderful?" Brienne's green eyes were filled with longing and a smile, and instead of answering her question, she said, "I heard them play in the square. It was very interesting and very... free."

"free?"

"Like the wind blowing over the moor, free and cheerful, isn't it?"

The lady in the blue skirt looked at her with some doubts. She didn't quite understand the "freedom" she described, but she didn't say anything else.After all, Brienne is the protagonist today, and her evaluation of the vagabonds is actually the reason why the band is sitting here.

Her eyes finally moved away from the poet, and fell on the only woman in the orchestra with the brisk beat of drums.

The female drummer was sitting behind the poet. Her appearance was not exquisite, and she was even a bit rough due to wind and sand, but her temperament was like a flower blooming on a rock by the edge of a cliff, with a bit of biting beauty in her indifference.She leaned on the back of the chair and accompanied the poet with a tambourine. The long and wide skirt was scattered under her feet, revealing the mysterious tattoo on her leg, which spread to the invisible place on the fork of the skirt.

Yasuo has no such customs, people regard fair and smooth skin as beauty, and no young girl in the city can stab anything on her body.But this female drummer's skin is neither smooth nor fair, and her legs are tattooed with strange flowers and lines, but she has a mysterious and attractive beauty.

She is the most beautiful woman in the city except Brienne, her father is the secretary of the city lord, she has an enviable family background and beautiful appearance.But when she looked at this female drummer who was wearing a dress skirt too casually, she felt a little envious for no reason.

Like Brienne said, the other had freedom over their fine grooming and good family background.

Maybe it was because her gaze was too obvious, the female drummer raised her eyes to look at her, saw her hide her face behind the feather fan in a panic, and smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up.In the next second, her drumming suddenly became hasty and cheerful, like galloping horseshoes, and like the sound of rain outside the window, forming an unbelievable harmony with the tone-changing sound of the piano.Her arms have just the right muscles, and her lines are beautiful and healthy when she beats the drums. Her movements are not standardized, but the drums well neutralize the abrupt tone of the piano.

She hid behind the fan and shifted her gaze to other people, but the music stopped abruptly after a climax and did not continue.

The city lord himself, who was talking to the businessman, also looked towards the small stage where the vagabond band was located. At the same time, the poet raised his plucking hand, with a shiny silver ring on his hand.

"Salute to Mr. Victor." He withdrew his hand and saluted the distinguished guests present.

As soon as he finished speaking, the flowers around the stage suddenly exploded, and thick smoke filled the air from the location of the explosion.Someone shouted for help, someone comforted everyone in the smoke, and someone had already fled. The crowd who were still immersed in the music just now fell into chaos because of the sudden commotion.

Miss Blue Skirt turned to look for Brienne, but found that she was standing motionless, looking at the stage with smiles and admiration in her eyes.

"What a fun trick," she said with a smile.

The lady in the blue skirt was startled, and followed her gaze to the stage.

The smoke came and went quickly, and it gradually dissipated almost before the guests had time to start running away. When someone pointed to the stage and exclaimed, they realized that there was no explosion.

It was just a trick performed by the poet, but it was so subtle that it even looked like magic.But how could wanderers like them use magic?It must have been a skilled trick.

They stopped hesitantly, and found that the beautiful red-haired poet had jumped off the stage and was walking towards the crowd.Almost everyone took a step back subconsciously, only a figure in a green skirt stood there, not moving his feet in delicate high heels because of his approach.

Miss Brienne let him stop in front of her, and then held out her right hand to her.

The poet is asking her to dance.

She blinked, like a little girl dancing for the first time, with the most obvious surprise in her eyes, she happily put her hand on his.

"Wonderful performance, thank you." She stepped onto the dance floor with the poet, and put her left hand lightly on his shoulder through a lace glove, "Is it a little offensive that my father sent someone to invite you? I'm sorry, he insisted not Let me go."

"He's right. A beautiful lady like you shouldn't come to the square to invite us in person." The poet rested his palm on her back, avoiding the naked part on the back of the dress, but intentionally or unintentionally touched her. Whispering in my ear, "It is my greatest honor to present a song to you."

Brienne laughed. "You can really talk."

They were so close that Brienne could smell the faint scent of violets on his body. She looked up at the other's face and felt that she was being compared.

This very young-looking man has fair skin and handsome facial features that do not match his status as a homeless man. Apart from the calluses on his fingers from playing the piano, his fingers are not rough. Nobility like her.He was quite skilled in dancing, and he was very polite in holding her hand-she had seen many nobles who moved their hands and feet while dancing. In this regard, the poet was even a perfect dance partner.

"What's your name?" She couldn't help asking.

"A lady should not take the initiative to ask for the name of her partner." The poet held her hand and made her turn around, with a smile in his voice, "But since you asked, I must tell the truth—I am the leader of the Violet Band, De Wayne."

In the Cobolai language popular in the surrounding area of ​​Yasuo, Dwayne means mysterious. Of course, he didn't expect Brienne to believe it, but the beautiful and weak lady only blinked and praised: "Very Poetic name."

Her reaction was a bit unexpected, and Violet almost didn't react, so she just smiled, led her around again, and stepped to the other side of the dance floor.

"Guess what they're talking about?" Hodge idly played with his bagpipes and kicked Birkins' chair.

"There's nothing left to guess." Birkins was not curious.

Hodge curled his lips and was about to comment on Brienne's appearance when Petra, who hadn't participated in the conversation just now, suddenly whispered: "Shut up."

Petra has a bad temper, but she doesn't lose her temper casually.Hodge raised his head and found that the city lord was coming towards him with a wine glass.

"Everyone played very well, especially the young poet—" the Santo smiled and glanced at Brienne and Violet on the dance floor, "I haven't seen such an excellent singing voice for many years, no wonder I That wayward little daughter insisted that I invite you to perform today."

Petra frowned indistinctly, Hodge immediately took over the conversation and continued chatting with him, Birkins put her shoulders on her shoulders and turned around to pretend to pack up the instrument together, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I think it's kind of weird."

Petra turned her head to look at Violet, who was still dancing with Brienne, and made a decision for the unreliable leader: "We will make excuses to leave after dinner, and we will inform Violet when the time comes."

Hodge talked with the city owner for a while, and when he came back and heard about their decision, he reluctantly repeated what the city owner had just said, saying: "He wants to invite us to stay for a few days, maybe I can still see the The fabled gem-studded sword—”

"Our origin is unknown, how could he show you this treasure?" Petra rolled her eyes, "He is doubting us, this is a temptation, understand?"

"But we can't leave even if we want to. Violet is almost growing on other girls." Hodge was still struggling.

"Let's leave the city tonight and leave a mark for him. If he doesn't come out, let the city lord be his son-in-law." Birkins joked.

Petra ignored the joke, because there was no way Violet couldn't get out.He is proficient in various face-changing makeup techniques, and can transform himself into another person in a few minutes. Before coming to Yasuo this time, he also put on makeup for everyone, even the scar on Hodge's face was fake - the real scar was on the other side, which was covered by something Violet used.

This guy has been using various disguises to escape from the people they provoked for several years. In terms of escape methods, he can be said to be the strongest of their group. Besides... that Miss Brienne may not really like it. Violet.

She didn't say what she thought, but she and Birkins left a hidden sign at the exit of the banquet hall to make sure Violet could see it when she came out.By the time Violet and Miss Brienne finished that dance, they were nowhere to be seen.

"What's wrong?" Brienne asked, taking his arm.

"It's nothing." Violet smiled, and tidied up her somewhat messy hair in a personable and intimate way. "I didn't expect the world of two dances to pass so quickly. Let's go eat something."

Violet did not spend the night in Miss Brienne's room that night, and he said goodbye to the beauty almost as the party was over.When he left the corridor under the cover of night, he had transformed into Miss Brienne's best friend in the blue skirt. When "she" walked through the garden with a feather fan, there was a maid who didn't see any flaws at all. She said hello: "Miss Celia."

"She" waved her slender palms wearing velvet gloves, went out through the gate openly, and got into the carriage waiting at the gate with the help of the guards at the gate.

"Miss, are you going home now?" the coachman asked her.

"Selia" was a little blushing, obviously drunk, she nodded casually and entered the compartment, and after closing the door, she pulled down the curtain with a "swipe".

The carriage was moving forward at a slow speed. After a while, the driver heard the sound of a hard object colliding in the carriage, stopped the carriage in doubt, and knocked on the door: "Miss?"

No one responded.

He slammed the door open, only to see Celia rolled down from the seat, sleeping unconsciously, there was a red and swollen forehead, which was obviously touched when he fell down.

The coachman didn't dare to touch her, so he had to close the carriage door again and drive her home quickly.

When the carriage drove away, someone poked her head out from the grove by the side of the road. "She" looked exactly the same as Celia, except that instead of wearing the blue skirt, she put on a tunic.After confirming that no one saw him, Violet smiled and washed the disguise off his face in the roadside fountain.

In the reflection of the water he looked nothing like Celia, not even the "Dwayne" who had played at Miss Brienne's birthday party during the day, very pale and featureless.He carefully washed off the parts that belonged to "Selia" and "Dwayne", put on a new makeup for himself, and swaggered towards the city gate from the main road.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come here?" Hodge hid in the shadows under the city gate, saw him change into a familiar face, and shouted unbearably, "I don't want to offend that Anglo the face of a fool, can you do something nice?"

"Angelo gave us a discount on our drink bill anyway, why do you dislike him so much?" Violet tied up her loose hair - they had been dyed a deep honey color, soft and shiny, Hodge looked at them as slick as if they had just been pomaded.

He made a rude gesture to the innocent poet, then turned around and walked out of the city: "Well, at least you're not using human oil."

Violet shrugged nonchalantly and followed him.

They left the city one after the other, and the guards carefully investigated their identities, but they could not find anything: Anglo Anse, the owner of the Little Rose Tavern in the city, he and his buddies always went out of the city after dark Meet the ox cart carrying wine, and you will be back in less than half an hour.

When the tavern owner and his buddy walked into the darkness of the outskirts, the guards turned back to check on the next person.There are not many people who go out of the city at night, and this one is also an acquaintance - Miley, who works as a cook at the owner's house, lives in the suburbs. She always finishes the last work of the day at this time, and then packs it with her from the kitchen. leftovers to take home.

A guard whistled at her, teasingly: "Be careful, Xiaoli, come to us if you encounter wolves on the way home."

Miley was stunned for a moment, wrapped her coat tightly around her body, lowered her head and walked away with the basket on her shoulders.

"This little girl didn't reply today." The guards burst into laughter, and only after the petite figure had disappeared into the darkness did some of them come back to their senses.

"Her home doesn't seem to be in this direction...?"

"Yes, it's not over there..."

They suddenly discovered that the direction "Miley" left was not the slums in the west where her home was located, but the most dangerous black forest around Yasuo, where accidents frequently occurred.

When they looked at each other head-on, there was a sudden chaos in the city. A group of heavily armed cavalry rode wildly from the main road and stopped suddenly in front of them.

"How many people left the city just now?" the leading captain asked them.

The guards looked at each other, and finally the person in charge of their shift replied: "Uh, there are several groups of people, there are two or two people who have left the city, and there is a woman..."

"Where did they go?"

"Two of them went to the slums, and two of them went to the direction of Basil Town. The woman is the cook of the city lord's house. For some reason, she went to the direction of the Black Forest..."

The expression of the cavalry captain was covered by the helmet, but the guards could clearly feel that he was thinking.A few seconds later, he waved his hand and said to his team members: "Chase the four companions separately, leaving two people to go to the Black Forest to find the cook."

After they rode away, the guards discovered that citizens gradually gathered at the city gate, and the heated discussions were beyond their expectations.

"Miss Brienne has been kidnapped..."

"That mariachi band is really not a good person."

"Is it possible to catch up after this trip?"

"..."