Filin walked two steps to the door and slammed it shut, feeling quite satisfied when he heard him cry out in pain and pulled out his finger that had been caught in the door.

Then he put an old wooden strip on the door, and it seems that Filin has never seen anyone use it in his life.

Filin walked over to the tall window and peeled off the tapestry that covered it, then opened the wooden window panel so that pure sunlight and fresh cold air filled the room.

Kaz, this is reckless.

Filming did not respond, moving back and forth in the room to remove the soot from the incense burner, wiping off the remaining soot by hand to eliminate the smell of smoke in the room, and then gathered six sticky goblets containing stale wine, and a whole tray of food, some of which had not been touched at all, and others that had been eaten in half.

As Filin piled them up beside the door, he heard Valles knocking angrily at the door, and he leaned against the door and spoke through the crack.

"Shhhhhh ”

Ask a valet to bring a whole jug of warm water, and tell the master that the king needs new sheets. He asked Hermes.

Film was unable to give these orders. Then he pauses for a moment, don't waste time getting angry, think about it, and then you'll know why.

Filmin understood, but also knew that Filmin couldn't let Creek stay in this filthy and smelly room, just as Filmin didn't want to leave him in this dungeon.

Seeing that half of the pot had been left out for a long time, but still clean, he placed it by the fireplace to heat it, then wiped the ashes off the table beside his bed, put tea and a plate of pastries, and then dared to dig out a clean nightgown and washing herbs in the king's closet.

At first glance, I knew that it was Shephes who had left behind at that time, and I never thought that I would miss a valet so much.

Valles' knock was gone, and he didn't want to hear it anymore. Filin placed warm water scented with herbs and a towel beside the king's bed.

"King Creek. Filmin whispered, and he moved slightly. His eyes were red, his eyelashes were glued together, and his eyelids opened and blinked bloodshot at the light.

"Boy?" he squinted around the room, "Where's Valles?"

"He walked away for the time being. Film's warm water for washing your face and pastries from the kitchen, as well as hot tea. ”

"I ...... Filmin didn't know. The windows are open. Why open the window? Valles warned me that it was easy to catch a cold. ”

"I open the windows to let the air out, but if you don't think it's right, I close the windows. ”

"I smell the seawater. It's a nice day, right? Listen to the seagulls, the storm is coming...... No. No, close the window, boy. I'm sick anymore, but don't catch a cold. ”

Filmin slowly closed the wooden window panels. "Have you been sick for a long time? No one in the court has spoken of it. ”

"Long enough. Oh, it seems to be endless. It's not that Filmin is sick, but that he's not in good health all the time. Filin got sick and got better, but when he tried to do something, he got sick again, and it got worse and worse each time. I'm sick of being sick, boy. I'm really tired of being tired. ”

"Come, Your Majesty. This will make you feel better. Film's wet towel gently wiped his face, and his condition improved, and motioned for Filmin to stand aside while he washed his hands, and then wiped his face harder, but the yellowed washwater really made Film's bones tremble.

"Will Filmin help you find a clean nightgown, can you put them on? Or do you need Filmin to find a valet to bring you a bathtub and warm water?" Filmin will bring you clean sheets while you shower. ”

"Film, oh, he doesn't have the strength, boy. Where was Valles? He knew that Filin couldn't do it alone. Why did he leave the room?"

"Taking a warm shower will make it easier for you to fall asleep. Filmin tried to convince him. As soon as you get close to the old man, you can smell the stench on him. Crick has always loved cleanliness, and his current scruffy appearance makes Filmin feel more painful than anything else.

"But taking a bath will make you cold, Valles said. Damp skin, cold wind, and sudden movements could kill Film, at least that's what he said. "Is Crick really such an agitated old man?" Filmin could hardly believe he heard him say that.

"Well, maybe you have a hot cup of tea and some pastries. Cook Sarah says these are your favorite foods. Filming poured the boiling tea into the teacup, and when he saw him move his nose and smell it with joy, he took a sip or two of tea and then straightened up to look at the carefully arranged pastries.

He asked Filin to taste the pastry with him, and he ate a piece and licked the rich filling on his fingers, only to understand why he liked this one the most.

Just as he had already eaten most of the second piece, there were suddenly three heavy knocks on the door.

"Take the sticks down, little bastard, or the people around Filin will break in. If Film's father is hurt in any way, you are ready to die on the spot!" His Majesty's tone sounded fiery.

"What is this, boy? The door is chained?What is going on here?Your Majesty, what is going on here?"

Filming crossed the room and removed the wooden strip from the door, and before Filming could touch it, the door opened, and His Majesty's two burly guards grabbed Film. They wore the same satin-colored garments as His Majesty like vicious dogs, with ribbons around their necks.

Filin didn't resist so they wouldn't have a reason to throw Filin at the wall, but they did it anyway, making Filin's injuries from yesterday hurt again.

And Valles hurried in as they caught Filin, complaining about how cold it was in the room, and whining about what it was, what it ate, why it was eaten, and what it was like poison to King Creek.

His Majesty stood with his hands resting on his hips, like someone in control, and then squinted at Filin.

That's reckless, boy. I'm scared of people rushing over.

"So what are you going to say, little bastard? What are you going to say for yourself? What the hell do you want to do?"

His Majesty asked in the faint grumble of Valles, then added another stick of wood to the fireplace, and no matter how stuffy the room had become, and took the pastry from the king's hand.

"Filin has come to report and has found that the king is not taking proper care of him, and wants to improve the situation first. ”

Filin was not nervous, but sweating from pain, and Filin hated His Majesty for smiling at it.

"Lack of proper care, what the hell do you mean?" he questioned Filin.

Filin took a breath and told the truth. "Filin found his room dirty and musty, with dirty dishes everywhere and no sheets on his bed......"

"How dare you say that?" roared His Majesty.

"Yes. I tell the king the truth, as it has always been. Why not let him see for himself if it's true. ”

The argument gave Creek a hint of his nature, and he straightened up and looked around. "The servant complained the same way, in his usual mocking manner......" he began.

Vales dared to interrupt him: "Your Majesty, your health is quite fragile, and it is better to let you rest undisturbed at times than to trouble you to get up for a blanket and sheets, and to pile up the plates than to have the valet come and tidy things up noisily." ”

King Creek's sudden look of uncertainty caused a major blow to Film's heart.

This was what the servant wanted Filin to see, so he kept urging Filin to visit the king.

Why didn't he say it, but think about when the servant had something to say?

This is His Majesty the King, the King whom Filin has sworn allegiance.

Filin loved Hermes and was loyal to him, but abandoned him when the king needed him most. Etro did not know how long he would have to travel, but he only asked his servants to protect the king.

However, when does King Creek need someone to protect him? The old man had always been good at protecting himself, and when he blamed himself for not emphasizing to Etro the changes that he had noticed, he should take better care of the monarch of Film.

"How did he get in?" His Majesty asked suddenly, glaring at Filin viciously.

"Your Royal Highness, the Prince, he claimed to have a souvenir from the King himself, and said that the King had promised him that anyone who saw the brooch would let him in......"

"Bastard, you believe this......"

"Your Majesty, you know it's true. You were there when King Creek gave this to Firin. Filmin explained softly but clearly. Hermes was silent in Firin's heart, waiting to see all this, and also wanted to know more.

It wasn't like he had to make it difficult for Filin, he thought bitterly, and then tried to get the thought back.

Calmly and non-threateningly, Filin pulled a wrist out of the dog-like guard's hand, flipped the collar of his crop jacket out, removed the brooch, and held it high for everyone to see.

"I don't remember that. His Majesty scolded Film, but Creek sat up straight.

"Come here, boy. He instructed Filin. Filin shrugged his shoulders and let the guards go, straightened his clothes, and brought the brooch to the king's bedside.

The king cautiously reached out and took the brooch, and Filin's heart sank.

"Father, this is ......" His Majesty began to get angry, but Crick interrupted him.

"Your Majesty, you were there. What you remember, maybe you should remember at all. The King's deep eyes were as bright and alert as Filin remembered, but the wrinkles in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were painful.

King Crick boured his mind and glanced at His Majesty with his usual thoughtful eyes as he held the brooch, "Filin gave this brooch and Filin's promise to this boy in exchange for his promise." ”

"Well, then, Jonfilin suggests you take both back. If you still have this kind of intrusion in your room, your body will not be fine. ”

His Majesty's tone seemed to give an order again, and Filin waited quietly.