Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

Violet replied.

"And when I face a challenge, I always think about whether I can overcome it and overcome it."

"That's all."

Rochester added another piece of clothing, and still came to where Violet was standing, watching Violet grab the railing with his hand, and put his hand on it too, but the moment his hand was on the railing, , Rochester felt that his palms were frozen stiff.

"what!"

Withdrawing her hand quickly, Violet still put her hand on the railing with a blank expression. Rochester remembered that it was a puppet without hands.

"What are you looking at?"

Rochester asked curiously.

"I'm watching the way the ship breaks through the ice at sea."

"Those gaps and pieces of solid ice are like a painting."

After hearing Violet's answer, Rochester continued.

"Is this how you pass the time?"

"Yes, Mr. Rochester."

Violet lifted the hand that was holding the railing just now, the glove was completely frozen on the fingers of the mechanical hand, it was so stiff that she couldn't even clenched her fist immediately.

"Automatic memory dolls often go on long-distance or short-distance travel, and we will take various means of transportation."

"So we also slowly learned the skills to kill a long time."

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"So, is this why you watch Bing? Indeed, these two weeks have been really difficult."

"You can come back after a while. The kitchen has prepared lobster for you."

Rochester turned around, but suddenly a touch of white caught his attention. When he looked at Violet's hand, that scene that people couldn't ignore was deeply engraved in Rochester's mind like a brand.

"The flower in your hand..."

The white flower in Violet's hand was still swaying and blooming in such a severe cold, as if it was mocking Death's incompetence with its blooming stamens. "

"Why...won't it wither?"

Violet didn't answer Rochester's question, but just looked at him quietly. The flowers on her ring finger swayed from side to side with the howling north wind, but no matter how powerful the cold wind was, it didn't even touch the delicate petals. Neither can be shaken.When Rochester's eyes shifted to Violet's eyes, he saw the same feeling as that flower.

Those deep blue eyes, like the deep sea, revealed unknown, profound, and unshakable firmness.Although the gaze was flat and easy-going, like a sea without waves, no matter how terrible the strong wind and severe winter were, it was impossible to shake the majesty of the sea.

"I...I'll wait for you in the restaurant."

As if shocked by Violet's eyes, Rochester felt that there were many secrets in this girl.

As for why he traveled thousands of miles to let Violet go to El Yelan as a ghostwriter, the reason is that the ice princess Aurora there is actually the same person as Violet, cold and mysterious.My family has a lot of trade with El Yelan, but I have almost exhausted all my resources, but the dolls of my family have not even seen the face of the ice princess, so they were persuaded to return.

"In my family, there are many dolls who failed to ghostwrite this time. It just so happens that they can share their experiences with you."

In the ship's dining room, Rochester took Violet and sat in front of the chef, watching him skillfully handle, slice, cook and deliver the seafood to the two of them. At this spare moment, Rochester felt that it was necessary for him to remind Violet.

"At that time, I will arrange for you to meet..."

At this time, Rochester had already looked straight ahead, and saw Violet take out a small round glass bottle, which contained something like jam, but it seemed that Violet had stood outside for too long, The jam inside had already frozen into a solid ice lump.The chef put the freshly cooked delicious seafood on the plate in front of Violet, but Violet ignored the delicious lobster and abalone, and used all her experience on the jam in her hand.

The girl picked up a fork, poked at the lump of "ice lump", and broke it off, but it was too frozen, and there was no way to peel off even a little bit.The chefs on the side are all very concerned about the cooking time of the food. Once it is out of the pan, it should be eaten immediately. This is the most delicious moment of the food, but Violet just put the food in front of her. , has been fiddling with the jar of jam.

"Cough cough..."

The chefs had already started to cough anxiously. Under the hint of madness, Rochester could only give an apologetic look, lowered his head and quietly ate the food in front of him.

"Even the typewriter, she didn't carry it with her all the time."

"But this jar of jam is the only one she keeps on her body."

"Just a little jar of jam...what's so special..."

Northland Train

"Violet, do you know?"

After finishing the dinner, Rochester watched Violet finally spread half-melted jam on the bread and put it in his mouth, before he tried to continue communicating with her.

"Those famous chefs are very particular about any aspect of food, whether it's the selection of ingredients, heat, and collocation. Of course, this also includes cooking time."

"When the delicious food is served on the table, the residual heat from the grilling will act on the food. Although it is separated from the iron plate and the flame and served in front of you, the food is actually still in the process of cooking."

"And you didn't eat it right away, but waited for a long time to eat it. In fact, the food now is completely different from the one in the past. This kind of behavior is actually an offense to those chefs who pursue perfection."

Hearing Violet here, there was a hint of apology in her eyes. This was the first time Rochester had seen since boarding this ship. It can be said that it was an obvious expression change.

"I'm going to apologize to them."

"It's okay."

Rochester waved his hand, signaling Violet not to go.

"Those chefs, as well as the head chef, their time is very crowded, because not only we want to taste the delicious food they cook, but there must be another table of guests. Don't take it to heart, now you know It’s okay, just don’t do it again.”

"Actually, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Rochester pointed to Violet's hands.

"Did you take your hand away from the war? I saw something familiar in your eyes."

"I remember that kind of look, which originated from the soldiers who have been on the battlefield. After experiencing all the hardships and intertwining between life and death, they look so indifferent when they encounter anything."

Violet raised her hands, and the gardenias on her left hand were blooming under the light, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"My hand was indeed taken by the war."

"I'm a soldier, too."

"Has served in..."

When Violet said this, her words stopped abruptly. Soldiers must pay great attention to their words. Anything related to the army, even including gender names, units, commanders, etc., etc., any information cannot Say it out.

But when Violet said this, Rochester, who was sitting on the side, inexplicably felt a chill.

The image of Violet was slowly overlapping with the demon in his memory, that demon who served in the special forces, was unstoppable, charged in the middle of the hail of bullets, and was merciless in the face of any enemy.

Weapons, girls, blond hair....

Thinking of this, Rochester couldn't help stepping back slowly. He had personally seen Violet kill the undercover agent and the prisoners of war who tried to resist. Even the three soldiers with short knives were just the souls of their subordinates for that weapon.

Swift, cruel, killing....

Shot without hesitation, and confiscated the opponent's life as quickly as possible. This is what that girl has been doing all the time, and the woman in front of her now... If it is really that girl, then all these years, this emotionless How did the machine become what it is now, an excellent woman, what has she experienced, and who made her.

Rochester knew that it must not be her chief, Kilberut, let alone Dieterfleet, or Nova. They haven't come out yet, so how could it be...

"Your hands...how much blood..."

Rochester couldn't help saying.

Violet lowered her head, staring at her mechanical hands.

"Those evil hands have been returned to the battlefield. Now I don't want to cause any more killings. I hope that the letters written with these hands can convey people's emotions and bring happiness to others."

"but......"

Violet's eyes gradually became colder. Seeing this look, she was exactly the same as the girl on the battlefield!Rochester was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground, but Violet stood up slowly, her mechanical arms creaking as she clenched her fists.

"If it was killing to protect my lover, I would definitely not hesitate."

"No matter who wants to bring danger to the one I love, even ghosts and gods, I will kill you."

As Violet stood up, a cold light suddenly flashed under the white skirt, and Rochester saw it, it was the light from the paratrooper knife hidden under the skirt!

"if......."

Rochester figured it out, the jar of jam must be related to the person Violet loved, and the gardenia ring on the ring finger, the never-fading flowers, just like her standing in the severe winter, like Like a flower, it is blooming in this snow country!Blooming like a violet blooming in the snow!

"What if it's the whole world that wants to take your lover away?!"

Violet was silent, just when Rochester thought he had caught the question, Violet just spoke slowly.

"I can't fight the world, but."

"I could die with her."

"Buried with her, eternal loyalty."

Not knowing if it was his own illusion, Rochester saw that when Violet said these words, the gardenia on her ring finger seemed to bloom even more dazzlingly.

"Forever loyal....I've heard it said so many times."

"But somehow, I think you can interpret it."

After a long voyage, the ship finally docked, but it was not over yet. Violet still had to take the Northland Train to the Campbell family, cross the snow-capped Ball Mountains, and the Gnyllaner. Only the mountains will do.During this time, it was another five full days.

Violet was sitting by the window, gazing at the snow-capped mountains in front of her eyes. Rochester knew that this was her way of killing time again.

"Really amazing."

"You can sit here and watch them all day."

Rochester tried to sit down and watch the snow-capped mountains outside, but after about 5 minutes, he was so noisy that he wanted to run to play cards with others.

"Every snow mountain is different."

Violet said.

"So I saw each one of them in a new way. These are all natural craftsmanship."

"It can also be said that it is a gift from God to mankind."

Rochester joked.

"So, you are still a believer in God."

Violet stared out the window and spoke slowly.

"Actually, the me in the past had no emotion, let alone faith."

"But since embracing the angel, everything seems to have changed now."

grand welcome ceremony

What kind of feelings are worthy of the word "eternal".

For Violet, her mind is not really sound, but it just so happens that she sees everything as simple.

For many people, the word love involves countless conflicts of interest, distribution of property, ownership of real estate, comparison of family circumstances, etc., but for Violet, she thinks very little, very little .Few, just knowing eternal loyalty is enough.This is what this girl, what she implements, loves her way.

Whether it's the Bugambilla family, the Campbell family, or the dolls at the post office, whether they're successful, or people who are ups and downs in the downstream and drifting with the tide, they will unconsciously think about many things.Most of them, of course, are their own interests.

Few are as brave as Violet.

"Just picture yourself in your head."

"Everything can't stop making noise."

Sitting on the train heading to the Northland, Rochester held the poker in his hand and observed Violet from time to time.The girl put the jam in her close-fitting clothes and melted the jam with her body temperature.Daily pre-dinner bread with jam is an essential step for her.When she eats jam, there is even a sense of ritual.

"What's so strange..."

The jam in Violet's hand is like the snow in the severe winter, showing a crystal light blue color, and there is a scratched paper in her hand, on which are written her daily stories and her inner state of mind.

"Is she a girl downriver? I think, yes."

Rochester thought silently in his heart.

"Living in a small room where she works, with her salary, it may take her another 20 years to buy her own real estate."

"Although the clothes I wear are exquisite, they don't have a trace of extravagance. They look ordinary, but they are also extraordinary. It is obviously just an automatic memoization doll, and it is a small and humble profession in the service industry, but why? .”

Rochester pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Why, she insists on doing this kind of work, why, she looks so extraordinary. Standing in front of her, it is me who bows her head."

Rochester stepped forward and handed Violet his gold watch and some pearls and treasures in his luggage.

"You take them."

When Violet was holding these valuables, Rochester frowned slightly, what was the reason for this inexplicable sense of disobedience.Violet held these precious things, but inexplicably, these treasures did not make Violet noble, and Rochester felt more of an insult.