Oh, he got it. Are you going to find other old women to hug you, or do you want to coax the younger ones?" he smiled boldly at Film, then gracefully waved his sleeves away, followed by three sycophants.

His humiliation of the queen really Film.

Filmin had never experienced such a sudden shock, feeling his chest and throat swollen with anger, and a terrible force filled his body, and Film's upper lip was twisted as a result. Filin sensed a distant voice, what?

What's going on?kill it—kill it—kill it!Filin took a step forward and jumped up, knowing that his teeth were almost sinking into his throat and shoulder.

However, "Kaz". Someone called out to Filin in surprise.

It was Ariana's voice!Flynn turned to look at her, her emotions changing from anger to joy, but she quickly stepped aside and said, "I'm sorry, my lord. Then he walked briskly past Film.

Her eyes drooped, and her attitude was as humble as that of a servant.

"Ariana?" said Film, following her, and she stopped. When she looked back at Filin, there was no expression on her face, and her voice was flat.

"My lord, do you have anything to explain?"

"Something to explain?" of course. Fei Lin looked around and saw that there was no one else in the hallway, so he stepped forward and whispered in her ear, "No, he just misses you very much." Ariana, he'......"

"No, sir. Please let Filmin go. She turned away proudly and calmly.

"What did Filmin do?" Filmin asked in shock and anger, not expecting an answer, but she stopped, her back straight and straight, her blue coat with a lace ponytail in her hair, standing there with her head held high, not looking back but calmly saying, "It's okay."

You didn't do anything, sir. Absolutely fine. ”

"Ariana!" Flynn protested, but she rounded the corner and left. Filin stood there staring at her back, and it took him a moment to realize that Filin had just made a sound that was somewhere between whimpering and growling. Let's hunt together!

Perhaps! Filin found himself agreeing, that would be the best. Go hunting, kill prey, eat, sleep. Don't do anything else.

Why not go now?

I don't know.

Filming straightened himself up and knocked on Floya's door, and little Rosemary came to open the door, showing a dimple smile and inviting Filmin in, and Filmin was aware of Ariana's mission when she entered.

Floya was holding a thick green candle, and there were other candles on the table. "Laurel fruit. I said.

Floya looked up and smiled.

"Kaz Silverlight, welcome, come in and sit down. Would you like something to eat, do you want to drink?" said Film, looking at her. What a big shift. Filin felt her strength and knew she was holding her ground.

She wore a soft, knee-length short-sleeved tunic and leggings, her hair was still her usual style, and she wore simple jewelry, a necklace strung with small green and blue beads.

However, this is definitely not the woman that Filin brought back to the castle a few days ago. She was not at all in pain, anger, hurt or confused. The Froa in front of her is quite noble.

"My queen. Filmin hesitated.

"Floya. She calmly corrected Filin, then walked around the room to put the candles on the shelves, and said no more as if she had challenged herself.

Filin walked into her living room, and it was just her and Rosemary.

Hermes had complained to Filmin that her room was like a barracks, but that was not an exaggeration.

The simple furniture is spotless, with no heavy tapestry tapestries and rugs common to Fort Bucks, only simple straw mats on the floor, framed parchment screens with delicate spray paintings of flowers and trees.

The whole room was organized in an orderly manner, and everything was either put away or not taken out. That's the only way I can describe the silence.

Filin had come here with a state of utter confusion, but now he stood quietly, breathing smoothly and in a calm mood.

One corner of the room had been converted into an alcove with a parchment screen, a small green woollen rug on the floor, and a low stool that Mr. Filmin had seen in the mountains.

Floya placed a green laurel fruit candle behind a screen and lit it with a fire, adding sunrise vibrancy and warmth to the spray screen.

Floya sat down on a low stool in the alcove as she walked, and pointed to the stool opposite her. "Let's sit down, okay?"

Filin sat down. The screen glowed softly, and the dreamy scent of a small private room and the sweet scent of laurel fruit surrounded Film, and the low stool was so comfortable that it took him a moment to remember the purpose of his visit.

"I thought, I thought, you might want to learn some of the gambling games that people play in Fort Bucks, so you can join the people who are playing the game. ”

"Another day!" she said kindly. "If you and Fihrin want to make people happy themselves, and you're willing to teach Fihrin how to play, that's fine, but that's about it. Filmin found that the old proverb was not wrong at all.

One can only stay away from the true film until the self is shattered or the self is awakened, and I am fortunate to awaken and return to my true self. Kaz Silverglow, that's what you're feeling today. ”

"Filin didn't understand. ”

She smiled. "You don't need to understand. ”

She was silent again, and little rosemary was already sitting by the fireplace, picking up her little chalkboard and chalk and playing with herself, and even the child's joy seemed quiet to this day. Filin turned her head to wait for Floya, but she just sat and watched Filin, smiling dumbly.

After a while, Filmin asked, "What are people going to do?"

"Nothing. Floya said.

I followed her and fell silent. It was a long time before she spoke: "The ambitions and tasks of the people, and the framework imposed on the world, are nothing but the shadows of the trees across the snow, which move with the sun, fade away on moonlit nights, flutter when the wind blows, and when the smooth snow melts, it twists and falls on the rugged ground, but the trees still stand. Do you understand?" she leaned slightly and looked at Firin's face with kind eyes.

"Filin thinks so!" Filin replied uneasily.

She looked at Filin almost with pity. "If you don't think about it or why it's important to me, just try to understand if you deserve it in your life.

But Filin doesn't command you to do it, he's never here to order anyone to do anything. ”

She leaned back in her chair and gently relaxed her straight back, looking at ease. She was still sitting across from me and stretching herself, but he noticed her life gently passing over and around Film.

It was the slightest touch, and he couldn't have felt it if he hadn't experienced arcane spells and the origin of intelligence firsthand. Film's cautious approach was to examine a bridge made of spider's webs, gently overlaying Film's consciousness over hers.

She continued to explore, but not like I did for a particular animal, nor did she interpret the movements around her, making it impossible for Filin to describe her in words the way she felt herself.

Floya doesn't have to look for anything from her intellectual origins, she is, as she says, just a part of nature's existence.

She straightened herself and thought of the ways in which the great net could touch her, and was satisfied. I was amazed at this subtle phenomenon, and after a while I relaxed my breath, freed myself to the source of my intellect, and let go of all the vigilance and all the anxieties that Borges had because of the film, something that the film had never done.

Floya's probing was as delicate as dew sliding through spider silk, and Filin was like a flood that burst its banks.

After a sudden release, it quickly fills up all the old riverbeds, causing flooding and sending waves of water rushing to the lowlands.

Go hunting, the wolf said happily.

Borges had just finished cleaning his horse's hooves in the stable, and he got up and frowned to himself, while soot paced in his stable.

Ariana shrugged and tossed her hair away, while Floya, across from me, looked at Filin in surprise, as if Filin had said something out loud to her.

After a while, he controlled himself, and used his intellectual origin to experience a thousand feelings, spreading out and illuminating everything mercilessly.

Filin felt it, not only the people coming and going, but also every pigeon flapping its wings on the eaves, every mouse sneaking behind the barrel, and every particle of life, but not so much a particle as every little lump in the web of life.

Nothing exists in isolation, it is not forgotten, it is meaningful and all are important, but none of them are important.

Someone sang somewhere, and then it returned to tranquility. The solo was followed by a chorus, and other faint voices were saying in the distance, what?

Again, are you calling to Film, are you here, are Filmin dreaming? These thoughts tugged at Filmin like a beggar tugging at a stranger's sleeve, and it suddenly became clear to Film, that if he didn't wave them away, he would collapse like a piece of loose cloth. Filmin blinked and re-sealed himself, then took a breath.

One breath, one blink of an eye. Time seems to stand still.

Floya squinted at Filin, who pretended not to see it, raised her hand to scratch her nose and shift her focus.

Filin resolutely calmed himself down, and it took a few minutes before he sighed and shrugged apologetically. "I'm afraid I don't understand the game. I said.

Filmin really annoyed her. "It's not a game.

You don't have to understand or 'execute' it, you just put down what you're doing and sit quietly. ”

Filming made a gesture of trying again, sat still for a few minutes, then played with the cuffs until she noticed, and then lowered her head as if in shame.