"You can go to the king. ”

Fihrin glared at him in disbelief. "Now, tonight, King Creek has already gone to sleep, and his guard won't let Filin in. ”

"Probably not. But you must at least show your face there tonight, and let the king decide for himself when to see you. If you can't see him, you can come back to sleep. But Filmin bets that even if King Creek doesn't see you, Crown Prince Hermes will still want to hear your report, maybe now. ”

"Are you going back to the stable?"

"Of course. He smiled smugly to himself. "Film, just a stable master, Katz. Fei Lin has nothing to report, and Fei Lin promises Ah Fa to help him bring food back. ”

Fihrin watched in silence as he filled a plate of food. He cut the bread into long strips to cover the two bowls of porridge, and also cut a large piece of cheese, and spread a thick layer of yellow cream on the side.

"What do you think of Ah Fa?" "He's a good boy. Borges barely answered my question.

"He's more than just a good boy in your eyes. You let him stay in the mountain kingdom with the people, and then ride back with the people, but let the others come back with the convoy first. ”

"Filmin needs someone calm enough to help Filmin, because you were ...... Very sick and honestly, I'm not in great shape. He raised his hand to stroke a strand of white in his black hair, the fatal blow nearly killing him.

"Why did you choose him?"

In fact, it wasn't Filin who chose him, but he found Filin.

He found where the people were living and confronted Tiger, who was still bandaged and unable to focus. It wasn't so much that Filin saw it, but that Filin sensed that he was standing there.

When Filin asked him what he needed, he said that Filin should find someone to take care of, for Filin was sick, Cobb was dead, and the helpers in the stables were getting more and more lazy. ”

"You were impressed by his opinion. ”

"He knows exactly what is the point. He didn't ask stupid questions about you and me, and he didn't ask what was going on. He found something to do, and he did it, and Filin liked people like that, so he let him take care of everything, and he did it well.

Filin left him behind and sent the others back because Filin knew he had the ability and wanted to see what kind of person he was. Is he ambitious, or does he really understand the subordination of the master to the animal, and does he want to take power by managing others, or is he really good to the animal?"

"And what do you think of him now?"

"Filin is old. When Filin couldn't control the grumpy horses, Buck Castle was supposed to have a good stable master take over my job, but Filin didn't expect to retire so soon. He still has a lot to learn, but people are still young, he can study hard, and Filin can teach him well, so Filin is satisfied. ”

Filmin nodded. Filmin thought that he had planned to let Filmin take over, but now both of them knew that it was impossible.

He turned to leave. "Borges. Filin calmly stopped him, and he stopped.

"No one can replace you. Thank you for everything you've done for Filmin over the past few months, he can only repay you with his life.

Not only did you save Film's life, you gave Filmin life from the age of six, making Filmin what he is now.

Yinhui is my father, this Filin knows, but Filin has never met him, and you have taken care of Filin like a father day in and day out for so many years. Filmin didn't realize ......"

Borges snorted with his nose and opened the door. "Tell me this when one of the people is dying, report to the king, and then come back to sleep. ”

"Yes, my lord!" said Film, who knew he was smiling as much as Film.

He pushed the door open with his shoulder, and walked to the stables with Ah Fa's dinner, which was his home.

And this is my home, and it's time for him to face it. Filin flattened the damp garment and combed his hair with his hands, and Filin took the plate on the table and draped the damp blouse over his arm.

As Filin walked from the kitchen to the hall, he was confused by what he saw.

The tapestry is brighter than ever, the herbs scattered here smell better, the delicate wood carvings at every doorway always shine with a warm glow?

Filin convinces himself that this is just an illusion of homesickness, but when Filin stops at the bottom of the staircase to light a candle and prepares to go upstairs, he notices that the table there is not stained with wax and tears, but instead covered with an embroidered cloth.

Floya. Fort Buck now has a queen.

Filin giggled to himself, so the castle changed dramatically in his absence. It is intriguing whether Hermes used it to encourage herself and the people before she came, or did Floya herself ask for the castle to be put in order?

As Filmin walked up the big staircase, he noticed something else.

The old soot markings above each candelabra were gone, even the corners of the staircase were spotless, the cobwebs were gone, the menorah on each step was filled with burning candles, and there were knives on the shelves for defense, which was the transformation of the queen when she moved in.

When Crick's queen was still alive, he couldn't remember that Fort Bucks had ever been so spotless, and it had never been so glamorous.

At the age of six, he became acquainted with King Creek's gatekeeper, a silent veteran with a gloomy expression, who gazed at him carefully and then recognized him. He smiled briefly at Film, then asked Film, "Is there anything important to report, Kaz?"

"Suffice it to say that Filin is back. Filin replied, and he nodded cautiously. He's used to Filin walking around at unusual moments, but he's not a casual assumption or conclusion, let alone a guy who talks to them.

So, he quietly went into the king's bedroom and told the people inside that Kaz had returned.

After a while, it was rumored that the king would summon Film, and he was glad that Filmin had returned safely.

Filin quietly left his room, knowing in his heart that it didn't seem like a polite word from anyone else, for Crick had never been that kind of person.

Follow the same corridor to Hermes's bedroom. Fihrin is also recognized here, but when Fihrin asks the guards to let Hermes know that Fihrin is back and wants to report to him, he only replies that Hermes is not in the room.

"So, in his beacon?" said to himself, what he was watching there.

Winter blizzards have kept robbers at bay and kept coastal areas safe, at least for the past few months. The guard smiled slowly, and when he saw Firin's confused eyes, the smile turned into a toothy grin.

"Prince Hermes has just left the room. He repeated, then added, "Filin will let him listen to you as soon as he wakes up tomorrow morning."

Filin stood stupidly like a pillar for a moment, then turned and quietly left. Filin couldn't help but wonder if this was also what happened to Buck Castle after it had a queen? Filin climbed two more flights of stairs and went through the hallway back to his bedroom.

There was a rotting smell in the room, and there was no fire in the fireplace.

The room was deserted and dusty, devoid of feminine ornamentation, and lifeless as a bare cell, but it was always warmer than sleeping in a tent on a snowy day, and the feather bed was as soft and deep as it was remembered.

Filin took off his weather-beaten travel coat, then went to the bed and lay down, and after a while fell into a deep sleep.

The oldest ancient reference in Fort Stag Library is nothing more than a flattened scroll.

The faint faded skin scroll suggests that the skin comes from a variegated beast with variegated spots that are unfamiliar to hunters.

The ink on the scrolls is extracted from the roots of squid juice and bell-shaped plants, and has stood the test of time perfectly, making it much better than the ink originally used to illustrate and decorate text.

Not only does the ink fade and peel off, but in many places it can attract termite bites, making the otherwise soft parchment hard and making the scroll brittle and difficult to open.

Unfortunately, the damage is concentrated in the innermost part of the scroll, where the Wise King's mission is recorded, which is not found in other documents.

From the fragments of the scroll, we can get a glimpse of his desperate need to visit the ancient spirit home.

His troubles are no stranger to the people, ships relentlessly invade his coastline, and these remnants of the fragments imply that he rode to the kingdom of the mountains, but it is not known why he suspected that the road would lead him to the mysterious homeland of the ancient spirits.

Unfortunately, his encounter with the spirit at the end of his journey seems to have been vividly depicted, but the parchment here is so badly worn that it is a fragmented fragment.

No one knew anything about this first contact, let alone how he had made the Spirits his allies.

Many symbolic ballads describe how ancient spirits descend from the sky, such as "blizzards", "waves", "vengeance into gold" and "anger in stones" that have driven robbers out of people's coastal areas.

Legend also describes the spirit of the Wise as swearing that if the five principalities needed help, they would once again stand by the people to defend themselves.

One might speculate that many have already done so, and the legends of this alliance are proof of this, but the events recorded by the wise king's papers have long since been eaten away by mold and insects.

Filin's bedroom has a tall window with a view of the sea. In winter, wooden movable shutters resist the fierce cold winds, and the tapestry hanging above them gives his room the illusion of warmth and comfort.

He misses the old days very much, beautiful and innocent.

Even if he didn't have that much strength and skill, he still had a good time. And now all this has become an unrealistic luxury.