Violet Orchestra

"Who are you looking for?" The hotel owner was alarmed by her voice and came out to check the situation.

"There are my people here." Dewendora sat on the horse, only glanced at him, and did not intend to explain further, "Let her come out."

Violet hides in the crowd and retreats silently to the hotel - he has to tell Petra to hide first.

But he really underestimated his conspicuousness, this retreat was immediately discovered by Dewendora, Sancho raised her spear with one hand, and pointed steadily at the poet in the crowd: "You, why are you running? "

Being pointed at by her, Violet instinctively felt extremely dangerous, and his scalp was about to explode. He stopped stiffly, and immediately pretended to be dazed: "Are you talking about me? I didn't run away."

"You ran away." Dewendora said firmly, "You know her."

This is probably a beast-like intuition. Violet groaned in his heart, but his expression of not knowing anything remained on his face, and he continued to play dumb: "Miss, I don't quite understand what you are talking about. I I just passed Xilan with my friends and wanted to go into the wilderness..."

As he spoke, he quietly held the smoke box in his pocket, intending to throw it out once Dewendora decided to do it, so as to remind others—but to his surprise, Dewendora Instead of doing so, he slowly lowered the spear in his hand and hooked his fingers with the other hand.

"Miss?" He raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Come here," Dewindora said.

Her voice was rough and hoarse, which didn't really match her face, but since her whole demeanor was full of exotic roughness, it didn't sound too out of place.

Violet didn't dare to disobey her, so she walked up to her obediently, raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

He thought that Dewendola would press him a few more words at most, and then he would do it, but he immediately realized that he had underestimated the number one female warrior of the Sancho tribe.Dewendora looked down at him for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes: "It seems that you are the one who took her away from the other side of the river."

she knows!

She even knew who Petra left with!

The smile on Violet's face remained unchanged, but her heart became more and more flustered, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her chest: "I... still don't quite understand what you're talking about."

"Don't pretend." Dewendora's face turned cold, and the spear flashed coldly, and it was in front of his throat, "Do you really think I dare to chase here without knowing anything? I don't see her today. I won't give up, I advise you to be more obedient and hand her over."

A chill rushed from his throat to his brain. Violet was thinking quickly about how to get away with it, but suddenly Elaine's voice came from behind him.

"I know where she is." The young man was standing not far from them, his clean and delicate face showed no emotion, but his voice was still calm, "Let him go, I'll take you to find her."

"Why should I trust you?" Dewendora glanced at the poet standing under his horse, "He is much more controllable than you. I don't need a hostage who can resist."

The implication is obvious, that she wants to use Violet as a hostage to force Petra to show up.

She knew their team far better than they expected, not only who they were, but who among them was weaker, easier to control, easier to bring Petra to heel.

Elaine and Violet looked at each other from a distance, seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.Who told her this?According to Petra's description, the Sanchos have never stepped out of Mount Trillance, and they don't have any influence on the mainland. How could she know this so clearly?

Both of them were full of surprises, but the current situation obviously did not allow them to communicate. After this brief exchange of glances, Violet was carried onto the horse by Dewindola with one hand.The female warrior looked at Elaine with determination on her face, as if she was not afraid at all that he would abandon the poet and run away by himself: "We will camp in the wilderness and wait for her. Since you know where she is, let her replace her."

"...Okay." With Violet in her hands, Elaine could only choose to raise her hand and surrender, and only made one condition, "Please don't hurt him, he is very important to me."

"As long as you hand her over, I don't have to kill this pretty little guy." Dewendora glanced at the poet lying on the horse, with a faint disgust in his eyes, "But he doesn't look very strong, I Not good at keeping such fragile little things, you better hurry up."

She pinched the horse's belly between her legs, and the tall horse neighed and ran in the same direction as it had come and gone.The rest of the female warriors didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, like a silent army, they also followed her and left silently.

Elaine was surrounded by the crowd, but he didn't care about it, and immediately went back to the hotel room.

Petra was sitting in the room waiting for him, saw him hastily opened the door and ran in, and handed him a written letter.

"I wrote it a long time ago. I wanted to leave last night, but I couldn't bear it." She stood up, put her bag on her back, and patted Elaine on the shoulder. "Give this letter to Dewendora, and she probably won't write it again." To embarrass you - Violet will be handed over to you, he is a delicate guy, take good care of him."

Elaine took out the letter paper and looked at the content on it, frowned and refused: "No, we agreed not to let you face danger alone..."

"Leaving aside that it was originally my responsibility, the point is that it is Violet who is in danger, not me." Petra interrupted him, "No matter how Dewendora knew that he brought me If she leaves, she won't easily let go of those who help me. I know her, her likes and dislikes are absolute, since her target is me, then only I can change Violet back, Dewin Dora will let him go."

The expression on her face was somewhat familiar, and it took Elaine a while to realize that it was strangely similar to Dewendora.

"We can find other ways to save Violet." He retorted with some difficulty, even though he knew that what Petra said was right, he couldn't agree to this one-for-one rescue method, "Mr. There will be other ways..."

"If there is, you won't be the only one left here to stop me now." Petra touched his head with a faint smile in his eyes, "Okay, I know what you think, but The last thing you want to lose is Violet, don't you?"

"It's not the same—"

He still remembers Petra who first accepted him into the orchestra and is grateful for it.Although she doesn't seem to care much about everything and people, she always pays close attention to everyone's every move, especially for Violet's thoughts, she is always the first to understand.

Their relationship was so good, of course Violet would not want Petra to die for him.

And although he cherishes Violet, in addition, Petra is an irreplaceable existence for both him and the team.

"Selfishly, if I had to choose between us, I would choose Violet myself."

Petra said.

She stood facing him at the door, the room was a little dark, and a little light from the crack of the door shone on her, making her expression a little hard to discern.

"I hope he is doing well. Maybe it's not appropriate for me to say these words, but he likes you very much. He has been very happy because of you these days... Elaine, I hope you can continue to bear him, Vio Liet is very timid and needs you to give him a little courage."

"Why didn't you tell him yourself?" Unexpectedly, she would say this suddenly, Elaine was taken aback, but still tried to persuade her to stay, "We can always think of a way, Dewendora will definitely not do it immediately, Violet is so clever, he'll hold her back."

"Time is running out, as I said, I know Devendora." Petra opened the door, "Don't waste time, let's deliver the letter now."

"Can I ask a question?"

Sitting by the fire and looking up at the sky, Violet spoke after deliberating.

"Okay," Dewindora said, "but I can't promise you an answer."

She didn't do anything to the poet, but tied his hands and feet, put him on the ground like a nice stake, and even carefully chose the campfire, lest this overly delicate human male be blown away by the wind .

The wilderness was very windy, and the fire built by the female warriors was huge, but it was still a little shaken by the blowing, and it didn't look like it would last long.Fortunately, they immediately set up tents around to block the strong wind blowing from all directions, and the dancing flames gradually quieted down.Violet counted the time and thought it was still afternoon, but the color of the sky looked like it was going to rain, so she thought it would be better to remind her, so she said, "It might be raining...you have to hurry up .”

Dewendora didn't expect him to say this, turned to look at him in surprise, and smiled.

"You are almost dead, and you still want to remind me of such a trivial matter?"

Her smile is a little unnatural, and she doesn't seem to smile often.Violet didn't care about the threat in her words, and replied with a smile: "I don't think it's a good thing to expose a lady to the rain anytime."

Dewendora ignored him, and he picked up the topic just now: "The question I want to ask has nothing to do with the weather, it's something I've always been curious about...I want to know, do you hate Petra?"

Knowing that there is no point in pretending to be stupid, Violet took the initiative to bring up the most sensitive topic. Even if Dewendora didn't answer him directly, he was confident that he could tell the attitude from the other party's reaction-this is what he is best at One of the things is that even if the opponent is a female iron-blooded warrior with a knife on his neck, the expression on his face cannot escape his eyes.

"It seems that I underestimated you, you are quite courageous." Dewendora pressed the dagger against his neck, the movement was so fast that Violet had no time to react, "If you dare to ask such a question, you are not afraid that I will kill you first you?"

"You won't, Sancho people pay attention to promises." Violet looked at her, and even boldly put his index finger against the hilt of the dagger, and pushed it away slightly——as expected, Germany Wendola didn't use any force, it just stood there vainly, "Actually, I knew you a long time ago, because Petra told me her story, in which, you are a good girl."

Dewendora sneered and didn't speak.

"What kind of existence is she to you?" the poet asked unhurriedly. "A friend, an enemy, or something else? Don't look at me like that. You don't look like you to me." Acting so unreasonable... tell me, does it make you feel safer, Dewindora?"