Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

"No matter what happened, people from the past have..."

Before Hawkins could speak, the door was suddenly pushed open!Cattleya stood by the door with a very ugly expression, staring at President Hawkins with an extremely solemn expression, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Violet, please go out for a while."

Without giving Violet a chance to speak, Cattleya pushed her out, and then closed the door tightly.Violet looked around the post office, everyone's eyes seemed to be avoiding her, avoiding her, everyone was busy with their heads down, like a gear that kept turning, as if it would never stop.

At this time, Violet also seemed to be caught in a kind of self-deception that she couldn't help herself. The voice in her heart told her countless times, Chief Adele is fine, Chief Adele is fine, Eddie Sir, it's all right.

This is a unique way of escaping from being born, from fear, from the unknown, from the uncontrollable.

At this time, in the office, Cattleya looked at President Hawkins with tears in her eyes.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Tell her the reality? Tell her the reality that Etil is dead?"

Hawkins clenched his fists tightly, and he really wanted to yell to vent his emotions, but he couldn't because Violet was outside.

"I can't, say panic to her twice."

"I can not!"

Hawkins lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and traces of blood flowed from his fingers.

"Why, always let me bear these truths, why."

Looking at Cattleya, Hawkins said with red eyes.

"Now, I can always think of the decisive look in Violet's eyes when I handed her over to Adele, like a soldier who is about to step into a hail of bullets..."

"I handed Violet to her with my own hands...it's all me..."

Cattleya grabbed Hawkins' shoulders forcefully, her hands clasped tightly, her nails almost sinking into her skin.

"You have to lie, otherwise, these letters written by Etil will become meaningless because of you!"

Cattleya tremblingly looked at the thick letter written by Etil, hidden on the bookshelf.

"Today...it's time to send the letter."

"When I handed the first letter to Benedict, he struggled to tell me that he couldn't keep it hidden."

Looking at the letters, Cattleya said with a sigh.

"Whether it's Benedict or any other postman, this incident is really cruel. It's completely different from the letter that the mother wrote to her child's future. It's really, really cruel... ..."

At this time, Violet stood outside the door in a daze, and Dieter Fleet had already driven to the door of the post office. It was the car to pick her up.

"It's time to go, Violet."

"Let Dr. Eddie rest in peace."

Violet's eyes widened and she shook her head repeatedly.

"No....I want to be by her side, take care of her...."

This sentence made Dieter Fleet couldn't help but want to laugh at her, because Violet's sentence was really like a joke.

"Take care of her?"

"Do you have her medical skills?"

"Have you had nursing experience?"

"Can you cook? Like her?"

"It only kills, War Machine!!!!"

As soon as she heard cooking, Violet immediately ran towards the kitchen!When going downstairs, Violet almost fell down the stairs, but she completely ignored her scratches and pushed open the kitchen door.

At this time, the kitchen is no longer like a kitchen at all, because there is no smoke inside, the stove looks like it has not been used for a long time, and there is a thin layer of dust on it, Violet opened it in the kitchen I rummaged around in the kitchen, usually because Adele often went to the market in the morning, so there would be countless fresh seasonal vegetables and fruits in the kitchen, but now, there is only one rice bag lying alone in the corner, lonely, as if Not even the mice will notice.

"This is......"

Violet opened a cabinet, and the contents inside made Violet kneel on the ground in an instant. It was piled up like building blocks, a pagoda made up of bottled jams, and each bottle had a different color. The colorful colors are like a rainbow in this gray kitchen.

There was still a note on the jam tower, and Violet opened the note tremblingly. The words on it made her heart almost stop beating completely, and made her understand what she really lost now. .

To Violet:

These jams are delicious straight on bread, but you'll have to learn how to take care of yourself and how to cook until the jam is all gone.

Adele Gardenia.

broken gardenia

"Please give me this."

As soon as the white-haired girl entered the market, she became the object of everyone's attention. Adele has been here too many times. She was not conspicuous in the past, but now she feels like nothingness. Nothing, not like commoners, not like nobles, not like soldiers, not like merchants, like nothing.

Pure as the petals of a gardenia.

And Etil's lost right arm and closed left eye are even more regrettable, just like a perfect flower with a few petals withered.

At this time, the girl was standing in front of a glass display case in a cake shop, pointing her lips with her finger, and a few drops of saliva could not help but drip from the corners of her mouth.The dazzling array of cakes in the window made Adier really unable to move away, carrot cake, red velvet cake, black forest cake, caramel fruit tart, opera cake, fruit cake, whipped cream and jam cake...Adir endured He couldn't help smelling the sweet smell wafting from the store, smashing his lips, and happily said to the storekeeper.

"I want some leftovers for the cake."

Adele was really hungry, and the sweet and rich taste of the wedding cake made her unforgettable. Seeing such a cute little girl, the shopkeeper couldn't help giggling, and quickly took a whole piece of cake and handed it to Adele.

"Eh.....?"

Adele bit his lip, seeming to be very tangled.

"I... don't have much money... I only have fifteen credits..."

Putting a few solitary coins in front of the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper touched Aidier's cute little head with a smile, and pushed the coins back.

"No more money, cute little doll, you look...it seems to be very similar to the recently publicized angel doll!"

After hearing what the shopkeeper said, Aidier shook his head and pushed the cake back. Although he couldn't help swallowing several times, Aidier still pointed to the leftovers of the cake just now.

"I want that, and I have to charge money."

The storekeeper looked at the small and exquisite Adele, and couldn't help laughing happily.

"What a good and obedient boy, well then, I'm sure I'll give you the whole cake, and you won't want it either."

"So......"

Bringing a bag of cut leftovers to Aidier, and adding a lot of cream to it, the store accepted Aidier's money, and looked at the girl's happy bouncing back, as if her mood improved .

"Whose child is that...I always feel like I've seen it before."

Aidier happily sat on the side of the road and ate the cake. Although it was leftovers, it was a real cake with a rich fragrance and sweet cream. Aidier was very satisfied with his newborn's first meal.

"you......"

Suddenly, a man's voice interrupted Adele's sweet lunch. Adele raised his head, and the man in front of her was very familiar to her.

"Major Gilbert..."

Adele was thinking about it, but she didn't say it out loud. She pretended not to know her and continued to eat her cake with her head down.

Kil Beirut stood in front of her for a long time, ignoring the strange gazes of others.Adele ate a mouth full of cream, and calmly ignored the man in front of him, until the last bite of cake was finished, Adele stood up contentedly, ignored him, and walked calmly into the distance.

Gilberut looked at the white figure until she disappeared from sight, and did not leave for a long time...

The girl was walking on the street, and the feeling of being a free person made her very comfortable. She finally let go of the love in the past, and only cared about being herself.She soon came to the former blacksmith's shop, which was the place where Violet's arm was made. Adele ran to a corner, turned into her original appearance, and tentatively walked into the blacksmith's shop.

In the craftsman's shop filled with the sound of steel clashing and blazing orange flames, the craftsmen kept swinging their hammers, hitting the burning steel in their hands one after another!Remove impurities, beat to shape, grind to shape...

"Orange iron and coal all over the floor, this is the beginning of a blacksmith's day."

There was a sound of crisp iron beating, like the accompaniment of a symphony. The craftsmen sang while swinging their hammers, encouraging themselves with their singing.

"We look rough, but we are all good-tempered~"

"The hammer is flying, be careful not to hit your finger~"

"It's a day in the life of our blacksmiths."

"Our arms are strong, but what we do is very careful~"

"Unbearable temperature, sweaty work~"

"The things we love are always with us~"

"It's a day in the life of our blacksmiths."

Etil didn't intend to disturb the cheerful atmosphere, she chose to sit silently on the pile of briquettes until the workers found herself.

Of course, she was sitting on a pile of black coal in her conspicuous white body, so it was impossible not to be noticed.

"Hey! Monteridge! Who put the angel doll on the soot heap!"

"Don't be kidding, boss, none of us can afford that kind of thing, that one doll is worth half of our store!"

At this moment, Etil smiled and waved his hand, which startled the blacksmith who was swinging the hammer.

"Hello, Mr. Blacksmith, do you remember me?"

The blacksmith put on his glasses and looked carefully at the woman in front of him. He seemed to have remembered what happened just a year ago, when the prosthesis was replaced with hair. The angel doll was made of long white hair. He hadn't seen anyone with the same hair color since then.

"your hands....."

Hearing the blacksmith's question, Adele just smiled, it seems that her purpose of coming this time is really obvious.

"You guys...can you make me a wooden fake eyeball?"

"I can't afford the extra."

Adele pointed to his long hair, as if he wanted to continue to use his hair in exchange for a prosthesis and an eye, but the blacksmith with the hammer paused, turned around and said to Adele.

"No charge this time."

The blacksmith's words stunned Etil, and the man continued.

"Last time I didn't know who you were, but now I do."

"Your Excellency Eddie Gardenia."

The blacksmith raised his finger and pointed to the young man named Monteridge.

"Doctor Etil, do you still remember him? He survived the war because of your perseverance. He told me that he was on the battlefield before, and a shell exploded ten meters away from him. At that time There are six fragment injuries on his body, and you risked your life to snatch him back from the god of death."

The blacksmith paused and continued.

"He is my son..."

After hearing this, Adele shrank her feet while sitting on the coal. She didn't want to accept other people's kindness. Although she changed her appearance, her aura was still the same compared to before. It's not too strange to be recognized by the hair color.

"I just did what I had to do."

At this moment, the blacksmith came out with a prosthetic limb. The fine workmanship was exactly the same as that used by Violet before.

"Then, Your Excellency Etil."

The blacksmith came to Aidier respectfully and said.

"Let me, too, do what I should do."

Prosthetic limbs and glass pearl eyes

Once upon a time, on the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, the enemy howled and roared, the sound of guns seemed to never stop, and life died every moment.

It was a hell on earth.

"I clearly remember that I was seriously injured and wanted to die."

After Montridge adjusted and took care of the robotic arm, he slowly installed it on Etil's arm.

"I still clearly remember what you said."

That sentence...

"You guys have the skills to dissuade me, why not guard the door and resist for 5 minutes."

Montridge looked at Etil like a god, his eyes were full of respect and deep piety.

"5 minutes, when the enemy is rushing to kill, everyone knows what 5 minutes means. It may be the difference between life and death."

Adele raised the prosthetic limb and moved her fingers tentatively. Following the metallic sound of caracalla, the corners of Adele's mouth slightly raised. It was obvious that she was very satisfied with using the prosthetic limb.