Violet Orchestra

The guard who was knocked out and stuffed into the cloth bag was left to Birkins to watch over. Elaine led Violet and Petra back to the basement through the hidden entrance.Originally, he wanted Violet to rest on the ground, but the poet insisted on going down with him, so he had no choice but to compromise.

After seeing Old John's body and those strange research items, Violet became more silent. Facing the strange but familiar dagger, this time he finally controlled his emotions well.

It's that guy.

The nightmare that haunted him for many years came back.

Violet did not ignore Elaine's worried and caring eyes, and understood that the other party was probably suppressing his curiosity, so he didn't continue to ask him, but he still needed some time to think about how to tell his story to Elaine.

He didn't hesitate anymore, continuing to escape would not lead to good results. Elaine just liked him, which didn't mean he had to endure his concealment and avoidance all the time, and he knew very well that the time left was running out.

Not even enough to prepare him and show Elaine what a coward he was.

"This is some kind of forbidden technique, probably a ritual used to resurrect the dead." He forced himself to explain to Elaine and Petra, "I've seen a similar spell a long time ago, but I'm not sure if it's the same kind .In any case, we should not continue to linger here."

"But Hodge..." Elaine hesitated to speak.

"We can leave Domonoch and find another cemetery," Petra shrugged without being entangled in this matter, "I don't think Hodge would want to be buried in such a ghostly place, who knows How many people have the guards still killed here?"

Old John obviously didn't die in a short period of time. Although it was well preserved, the body had already shown some signs of decay. No matter what the purpose of the forbidden spell was, the level of the caster seemed to be unqualified, and the ceremony was unsuccessful.Now that the only custodian of the cemetery is dead, this huge cemetery can of course be left to the killer's free disposal - no one knows what else the young guard has done here, and now it seems that burying Hodge here is indeed a Not a good idea.

Elaine also understood what she meant, but because of the existence of the two daggers that made Violet behave abnormally, he still cared about the basement: "I think we still have to ask him about this spell and his Why do you want to do this."

"It's not a bad idea, and it won't take much time." Petra nodded. "Just wake him up later, I have no problem."

"Violet, what do you think?" Elaine turned to ask the poet standing in the corner again.

As if suddenly regaining consciousness, Violet obviously didn't hear their conversation just now, and just nodded indiscriminately: "It's up to you to decide."

Elaine seemed to want to say something, but hesitated for a while, and still didn't speak.He looked at Violet for a while, and then said slowly: "...then let's go up first."

They took out the tightly bound guards from the cloth bags, splashed them with buckets of water to wake them up, and then started simple and rough interrogation.This kind of thing was originally Birkins and Hodge's forte. Fortunately, the subject's mouth is not strict, and it didn't take long for Birkins to ask a lot of content.

Just thinking of Hodge, everyone's mood is inevitably depressed, and they are not very interested in the result of the question, but only Violet listened very seriously, and finally asked: "Do you remember the other party's appearance? "

The guard shook his head resolutely: "I don't remember, I didn't see him at all."

He didn't tell the truth before, or he didn't tell the whole truth.The guillotine job was indeed won by his father for him, but his warden father had passed away long ago, and he had no family to worry about. He stayed here just to study the forbidden technique on an old hand scroll .

Although his family background is not bad, he himself is an out-and-out lunatic. He has been obsessed with magic since he was a child, and he has always persisted even if he has no talent at all.One day more than a month ago, someone told him in a dream that a manuscript of a forbidden technique that could bring people back to life was buried in the basement here, and this cemetery was rarely visited by anyone, and it was a good place to practice spells. Instigated by the mysterious person in the dream, thinking that this might be a good opportunity to improve himself, he went astray.

The poet raised his eyebrows: "I don't know who the other party is, nor have I seen the other party's appearance. Are you afraid that that guy is a liar?"

The guard laughed, "You won't understand."

He sat on the ground, as if seeing himself that night through the dark night: "Domonoch refuses magic, and is one of the ten countries that signed the anti-magic treaty—of course they all signed with Dubonas, I guess that group of officials didn't know what they were signing."

Violet frowned subtly.

"Why has Domonoch fought for so many years?" He asked himself and answered, his eyes seemed to be ignited suddenly, "Because we neither have enough soldiers nor powerful enough weapons, so we can only Year after year, I spent my life piling up that line of defense, lest the robbers on the opposite side break into the city with a strict system and destroy the appearance they worked so hard to maintain. But what is wrong with magic? As long as there is magic, the war will end immediately , no one will be forced to leave their hometown, and no one will give their life unwillingly!"

"... But magic is forbidden to be used in war, which is the default agreement of the whole continent." Violet said.

"Whoever made this convention must not understand the significance of magic in war—"

"On the contrary, it is precisely because of the horror of it that I have experienced this unwritten agreement." Violet interrupted his thoughtless preaching, "Magic can indeed easily end a war , because of its existence, the two sides are no longer equal, and the party with magic will win a crushing victory. But magic is not a unique magic weapon for victory. If a country can have it, other countries will of course try their best to get it. Then the war will become a contest of magic—that is much more lethal than fighting with swords and guns, and I think you should also understand."

His words were like a basin of cold water, pouring directly on the head of the excited guard who was speaking. The latter was speechless for a short time, and wanted to refute him further, but found that what he said seemed to be correct.

"You see, your lofty ideals are simply untenable." Violet knelt down and looked at him with pity, "Too naive and complacent can easily make you lose a lot of things."

"I..." The guard opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe many years later, you will feel guilty about the death of Old John, and be ashamed of what you have done. If that day comes, it means that you can indeed control magic." The poet stretched out his hand and put A pendant hanging on his chest was taken off and placed on the ground beside him, "Before then, I suggest that you put your ideals on hold for the time being."

After all, there are tens of thousands of people who have such a dream, and they have died in their innocent past.

Although the real culprit was solved for the time being, they couldn't deal with the half-activated magic circle relying on Old John's corpse in the basement, so under Violet's guidance, they first bought a small square on the border of Domonoch. A piece of land was used to bury Hodge, and then diverted to the west, planning to go to the mage tower in Valley City to ask for help.

The owner of the Mage Tower in Valley City is a highly respected female mage. She is over half a hundred years old but well-maintained. She looks very young and beautiful, with brilliant blond hair and ice blue eyes like the snow-washed sky. Except that she is not very good Apart from this little shortcoming of getting along, she is one of the best in the northern region in terms of magic attainments.

They were delayed for four or five days on the road, and when they arrived at Xigu City, it happened to be sunny and the road condition was not bad, so they crossed the river from the bridge and entered the city smoothly.Different from the mage's tower hidden in the mountains or forests in the legend, this mage's tower is located in the center of the city. It is tall and beautiful, and it looks like the city center. High, and the relationship with the residents should also be very close.

Violet fell ill after leaving Domonoch and had been resting in the carriage, so it fell to Elaine to seek help from the Wizard's Tower.He took the letter written by the poet to the mage tower in the city center, and successfully knocked on the door of the tower, and was received by an apprentice, but when he explained his purpose, the other party politely rejected him.

"The teacher is conducting a research recently, and there is probably no way to leave the valley city in a short time." The female apprentice apologized to him, and then brought him hot fragrant tea, "I will send your letter later Pass it on to the teacher, but she's too busy and may assign an apprentice to accompany you to the cemetery."

Her words were polite, and there was nothing wrong with her.But Elaine had seen the weird scene in the basement, and also witnessed Violet's loss of control. He instinctively told him that this was not a small problem that a mage apprentice could easily solve. I communicated with him personally, and he thought it would be better to fight for it again.

"Perhaps that is indeed a problem that can be handled by an apprentice. There is no need to bother His Excellency the Mage to go to Domenoch in person, but my companion thinks that it is necessary to ask Her Excellency Angelita for help on this matter..." He tried his best to soften it Tone, to make himself seem less threatening, "Can you do me a favor? I'll just wait here. If Lord Angelita still feels that there is no need to deal with it personally after reading the letter, then I will take Lord Apprentice. Domonoch."

The female apprentice looked at him in embarrassment, but finally agreed.

She just couldn't help the pleading of this good-looking young man, and temporarily put the letter that seemed to be written in a hurry into the box at the door of the teacher's room—it contained the letters received yesterday, and they should not have been put in order according to the order. One was inserted—but what she didn't expect was that less than half an hour later, the teacher walked out of the room and asked her, "The person who sent this letter, did you leave his address?"

"Huh?" She was so surprised, she quickly confirmed the name on the envelope, and then nodded, "He... is waiting downstairs, do you want to see him?"

"Of course, the sooner the better." Angelita glanced at her with subtle eyes, but her tone was undeniably firm, "Bring him up now."