Violet Orchestra

"But you are still here, a mage will wait for you for a whole year?" Petra raised her eyebrows, "All the guys who learn magic are very busy, are you sure that is a mage?" Mage, aren’t you a counterfeit?”

"Of course not! I saw his spellcasting process with my own eyes, and it was the most incredible thing I've ever seen." Brienne gestured to her to describe the scene at that time, "He took a few small stones from his pocket and placed them on the ground , that saber-toothed beast just ran out of the black forest, bumped into it, and was torn to pieces—”

Her eyes were full of surprise, and she didn't look like she was lying.Violet frowned, and finally paid attention to the "Mr. Mage" she said.

No one in their group could use magic, but Violet knew some wizards, and Brienne's description did sound like she was casting spells.However, as far as he knew, there was neither a mage tower nor a church in Yasuo City, and even the composition of the Adventurer's Guild was quite simple. In this sensitive period, neither magic nor magic should appear here.

"I told him who I was, and he promised me to keep the apprenticeship for me, and stayed around for a long time to wait for me. I had a few times in front of my father, but he didn't believe in magic at all, and thought I was crazy. Something went wrong, so I could only wait for the opportunity to escape until I saw you in the square that day." Speaking of this, she glanced at Violet lightly and quickly, "You... should be said to be that Mr. Poet, he is too conspicuous and a good target, so I asked my father to invite you in the name of birthday, and I wanted to use your cover to escape from the city."

Violet decided to take her words as a compliment, and then asked, "Then you have escaped for so long, why are you still staying in the Black Forest?"

He was just asking questions along the topic, but Brienne's eyes dimmed immediately, and she whispered: "...Because he disappeared, I escaped and went to the agreed place to look for it, but there was no one there anymore."

Violet felt that she was a bit strange, and was about to say something, but Elaine suddenly interrupted: "Actually, you like that mage, isn't it really good to use others as a shield?"

"No," Brienne retorted subconsciously, "I just want to learn magic—"

He has been sitting by the side, quietly feeding the poet with slices of roast leg of lamb, neither commenting on their conversation nor communicating with anyone other than Violet.Brienne didn't even look at this unremarkable young man, and she didn't expect him to poke her most guilty place as soon as he opened his mouth.

Around Yasuo, ordinary people's acceptance of magic is far less than that of developed cities. They know that mages are rare, but they don't rely on magic or alchemy to live.In fact, a certain city lord of Yasuo City was once a mage apprentice, but it was limited to that-he was just an apprentice all his life, failed to go further, and even went crazy when he was 50 years old.Since then, the mage has become an unlovable existence living in legends.

Even Brienne herself has received such an education since she was a child.She used to think that no matter how strong a knight is, he would have a very low winning rate against the saber-toothed beast alone, but she never thought of the apprentice ancestor who was forgotten by the people and blood relatives.If you hadn't seen the scene of the saber-toothed beast being torn apart with your own eyes, you probably wouldn't have believed that there is such an attractive existence of magic in the world.

"It's not shameful." In a trance, she heard a familiar voice say so.

She turned her head to look at Malediz in some panic, only to find that the latter smiled and looked the same as usual.Just like when she wanted to stay willfully, and when she insisted on marrying him, she was full of helplessness, but she was as firm as an unshakable boulder, and she couldn't push it a little bit even though she tried her best.

"Whoever you like is your freedom. It's not shameful to like a mage." Petra also said, "But if it's the situation Elaine said... I'm sorry, I don't agree with such behavior."

"It's not like that, Malediz saved me, it has nothing to do with my identity and appearance, I like him very much—"

She was besieged step by step, feeling unable to turn her head around for a moment, and subconsciously hid behind Malediz, but someone grabbed her arm.

The red-haired poet stood beside her at some point. It was clearly a musician's slender and well-articulated hand, but when he grabbed her, he could not break free.He put away his previous relaxed and casual expression, and an indescribable expression appeared on his beautiful face.

"That's not liking, just like your curiosity about magic, just because you are young and have never seen such a person, so you think he is special." Seeing Brienne's attention on him, Violet Te slowly let go of the hand holding her, "But think about it, do you think it's him? If it was the mage who saved you at that time—oh, that mage did save you— If that mage was kind to everyone like a good-natured fool, you'd 'like' him too, wouldn't you?"

Brienne was so confused by him that she didn't know how to react.

"No, girl, it's not like that."

The poet smiled, returned to his seat, took out his piano from the package, and smiled at Brienne: "Would you like to hear me sing a song?"

Brienne hesitated for a moment, then straightened her skirt and sat down beside him.

It was a soft and sad song, but it was different from the "Nightingale" she had heard. It didn't use sadness as the main tune, but was more composed of soft and lingering notes, like whispering at a lover's pillow, and Like a sweet and unreal dream.Violet plucked the strings lightly. The sound of the piano was originally monotonous, but it was neutralized wonderfully by his singing. It became clear and beautiful, full of moving details.

She saw the poet with his eyes closed, his beautiful eyeballs covered by light-colored eyelashes, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, as if it would fly away with this moving voice inadvertently.He didn't know that everyone was listening to this song intently. As he played the piano, a strand of curly red hair slid off his shoulders, like a Sandra Shilan blown off by the wind, gently falling on his cuff to reveal On the wrist, the beauty is amazing.

This song was as beautiful as a lingering and sweet dream, and his whole body was immersed in the dream, becoming one with the song.

"...Did you write it?"

Brienne asked softly, long after the last vibration of the strings had ceased.

"Yes, I wrote it a long time ago." Violet smiled, with nostalgia in her eyes, "Although it's not perfect, maybe it will be the best work in my life."

The girl shook her head, not agreeing with his statement: "It's a great song, I... seem to understand what it means to like it."

It was an indescribable emotion. She seemed to know it, but felt a little strange. It was like hearing a long and beautiful dream in this short piece of music.

She began to believe Violet's story a little.

"That's good."

The poet nodded slightly to her, and put away his qin.

They stayed overnight at Maleditz's residence, replenishing food and fresh water, and leaving enough time for Brienne to think about her future.

"To be honest, she's just a little girl who loves to dream. Just knock her out and take her back and leave her at the gate of the city. Why are you treating her so well?" Hodge felt that Violet was abnormal, "She didn't pay you ,baffling."

It was rare for Violet to explain to him patiently while washing her face: "A girl's thoughts are wonderful and precious things, which may be rare in a lifetime, and it's a bit too cruel for her to miss it in such a daze."

For a girl like Brienne, if she doesn’t go away once, she probably won’t experience adventure and love in her whole life. Her flower-like beauty and intelligence can only be spent in the small city of Yasuo, and eventually become Become useless dead branches and leaves.Now that he has met him, if he can help with something, he doesn't mind spending more time.

He washed the cream off his face, dried it delicately with a soft cloth, and loosened his loose locks of hair, thinking of another thing: "Brenee is just a dreamy little girl, and I don't know that." I don't object, but I'm a little curious about the mage she mentioned...how come there is a spellcaster suddenly coming near Yasuo City?"

They were placed in another dry cave where food was stored by Malediz. They were not with Brienne, and it was much easier to talk.Birkins went to patrol outside as usual, and only the other four were left, so Violet completely washed off the disguise on his face, and began to discuss the mysterious Mr. Mage with Petra with his original face .

Before deciding to come to Yasuo City, they did some research on the surrounding situation in advance, and they didn't hear that there were any spellcasters nearby, neither warlocks nor mages.As Brienne said, the area around Yasuo has been dominated by agriculture for the past ten years, and does not produce rare ores and Warcraft. Why do spellcasters come here?

And in Violet's view, Brienne has nothing special except that she is smarter and more beautiful than ordinary people, but the mage said that he would take her as his apprentice...or he is really lacking. Students do chores, or they have other plans.

He told Petra his thoughts, and the latter also said some of his conjectures. The two exchanged a look, and they both saw the same doubts in each other's eyes.

But they didn't intend to stay here any longer, and whether Brienne wanted to go home or not, they had to take her back if they wanted to escape her father's pursuit.As for the mysterious Mr. Mage, if he really wants to take Brienne as an apprentice, Yasuo City will not be a hindrance.

"It seems that there will be more trouble here, let's leave early." In the end, he could only end the conversation while wiping his face.

Petra nodded, and only reminded him after he was completely finished: "Someone is waiting for you."

Violet froze for a moment, and followed her line of sight belatedly to look out.When he found Elaine standing at the entrance of the cave with a surprised expression on his face when he came back from fetching water, Hodge, who was unable to join the conversation, had already leaned shoulder to shoulder with the young man: "You have to learn to get used to it, this guy has to change his face every day." , sometimes when we wake up, we will find that the woman lying next to us—”

"It's my fault. It's not good to always let you misunderstand and go out to solve the problem early in the morning." Violet made a colorful joke without changing his face, and then lowered his head to pack his bottles and cans , deliberately waited for Hodge to mutter and leave before looking up at Elaine who was standing there, and smiling at him, "As you can see, this is my original appearance."

The young man walked slowly into the cave and stood before him.

He was good-looking, Violet had thought so the first time she saw him.He is between a teenager and a young man, with a youthful handsomeness. His cool black hair and blue eyes match him very well. It is as suitable as a gift from God, and it is also the type that poets like.Perhaps it should be said that very few people can resist this innocent enthusiasm, he is naturally irresistible, and Violet is certainly not an exception.

Elaine is always very focused on seeing people. Being watched in this way under the dim and warm bonfire, the poet inevitably feels a little moved.

"Violet," he heard the young man call him, with a little hesitation and a tentative voice, "Can I... can I get a closer look at you?"