"Can't you see that this is a coordinated plan?" asked Hermes calmly.

"Filin couldn't see what they were going to do. How do they connect with each other? And it doesn't look like a whole plan.

They didn't come here in groups, it seemed like everyone was coming here on their own, but some of them happened to come together. ”

"It's like a moth to a fire. Hermes said.

"Or like flies flying towards a stinky corpse. Filin added sourly.

"Moths to fires are purely fascinated, and flies to stinky corpses are driven by hunger. Hermes said thoughtfully.

"I wish Filmin knew whether it was fascination or hunger, and that attracting those who had been smelted to Filmin might be another very different reason. ”

"Why do you think you have to know why they're here? Do you think you're their target?"

"Filin doesn't know. But if Filmin finds out, he may be able to learn more about the enemy.

Instead of thinking that all of the smelted were coming to Fort Stag by chance, he thought that they were coming to fight against Film, Kaz.

Maybe they didn't want to, but they still had to fight Film, and Filmin had to know why. ”

"You have to be them before you can understand them. ”

"Oh. He didn't seem happy. "Whose tone is like a servant now?"

This question made Filin feel uneasy, so he ignored it. "Your Royal Highness the Prince, when the servants laughed at Film...... that day" Filmin hesitated, and the memory really made Filmin feel stinged. Filin had always believed that the servant was Filin's friend, but tried to push that aside.

He used his own sarcasm to instill some ideas in Film's head.

He said that if Filin understood his riddles, he should seek out other people who knew arcane magic, the gentlemen and ladies of the king's generation, who had been trained by Galen before he became a master of arcane magic.

Also, he seems to have mentioned that Filin should find out more about the spirits, such as how to summon them, what did they do, who are they?"

Hermes leaned back into his chair and pressed his fingers to his chest. "Any one of these inquiries is enough to wield a dozen men, but no one person can do any of them alone, because the answer to every question is hard to find.

The first question, yes, there should still be people among the people who know arcane magic, even those who are older than Filin's father, who are trained to resist the Outer Islanders in ancient battles.

The average person should not know who is trained, as the training is conducted in private, and even the members of the arcane spell team rarely know what is going on outside of their own circle. However, there should still be some relevant records preserved, he was sure, there was a time when this was the case, but no one dared to say what happened after that.

Filmin wanted to pass on the records to Galen, but he ...... After his death, these things were neither in his room nor in his belongings. ”

This time, Hermes paused. People know how Galen died, because people were at the scene of the incident, but they didn't talk much about it.

Galen died of betrayal, and he tried to steal Hermes's power by means of a code voice, trying to wait until he was drained before killing Hermes, but Hermes borrowed the power of Filmin to help him drain Galen's energy.

It's not something people like to recall, but Filin tries to ask questions in a tone that doesn't bring any emotion.

"Do you think Your Majesty will know where these records are?"

"Even if he knew, he wouldn't have said it. Hermes's tone was as flat as Film's, and it ended the subject. "But Filin is quite accomplished in finding the users of arcane spells, at least he knows the name, but every time he finds out that the person he finds is either dead or missing. ”

"Hmm. Filin remembered that Etro had mentioned this a while ago. "How do you find out their names?"

Film's father remembered some of them, the last group of arcane spell team members loyal to the generous king, and the rest of the film didn't remember much, because he was still young at the time, and some of them were asked by Filmin while chatting with the elders in the castle, and he asked them to recall rumors about who had been trained in arcane spells.

Of course, Fei Lin didn't say so much to ask questions, and Fei Lin didn't want others to know about Fei Lin's mission. ”

"Can Filmen ask why?"

He frowned and nodded at the map. "Filmin isn't as smart as your father, boy. Silverglow could think with a magical intuition, but he could only find some forms.

Haven't you noticed that every occult spell user that Filmin finds is either dead or never to be found?

Fei Lin always felt that if Fei Lin found a arcane spell user and let people know the name of the arcane spell user, it would be bad for him. ”

People sat in silence for a long time. He let me draw my own conclusions, and I was smart enough not to say it. "What about the Spirit?" Ferrin finally asked.

"That's another mystery. Film's speculation was that the records were detailed, and that everyone knew who they were, and he speculated.

Just like if you find a scroll that explains the horse in detail, in addition to many more indirect descriptions, there are also many records directly related to the horseshoe, or the pedigree of a stallion, and so on.

But who among the people would spend time and energy writing down what a horse looks like?"

"Filmin understood. ”

"So again, it's filtering details, and I don't have time to spend on such a task myself. He sat and looked at Filin for a moment, then opened a small stone box on the table and took out a key.

"There's a cupboard in Firin's bedroom," he said slowly, "and there are scrolls in it, some of which have indirect descriptions of spirits, others that are related to arcane spells, and I use this key to open the cabinet and take out these scrolls to study."

Ask Filensmann for some good paper, write notes when he finds something, find out the common patterns of those notes, and bring them to Film's every month. ”

Filin held the small brass key as if it were attached to a task mentioned by the servant and confirmed by Hermes.

Find out the pattern, Hermes advises.

Suddenly, Filin saw a pattern, a net that had been woven from Filin by the servants towards Hermes and then wound back again, like the rest of Hermes's patterns, which seemed not to be a pure coincidence, and Filin wanted to know who had created it.

Fihrin glanced at Hermes, but his thoughts were far away, so Fihrin quietly got up and left.

When he reached the door, he said to me, "Come to Filin's beacon early tomorrow morning to find Filin." ”

"Your Highness?"

"One might find another arcane spell user, who is not at all conspicuous among the people. ”

Perhaps the most devastating part of the battle of the Red Ships was the unbearable feeling of helplessness, like a terrible sense of powerlessness that enveloped the entire land and its leaders.

The robbers' incomprehensible modus operandi left people at a loss for what to do in the first year of the incident.

In the second year of the raids, people tried to defend themselves, but the shadows of the war were rusty, because they were always used against opportunistic or desperate robbers who came by chance.

People are childlike immature compared to pirate organizations that carefully investigate people's coasts, beacon locations, tides, and currents.

Only the mysterious spells of Prince Hermes are defending the people.

How many ships he hath lost, how many navigators he has confused, and how many helmsmen he has confused, people will never know, because his people cannot understand all that he has done for them;

What's worse is that the whole situation shows that the Zhiyuan family doesn't seem to have made any efforts to protect the country and defend the land.

One sees only successful raids, but not the warships that ran aground and oversailed south in a storm.

The people had lost faith, and the Great Duchy of the Interior was furious at paying taxes to protect the coastline they did not share, and the Grand Duchy of the Coast had to bear these taxes, which seemed to be unable to improve the situation.

So, if people's enthusiasm for Hermes' warships waxes and wanes with their assessment of Hermes' reality, one really can't blame them.

It seems that this is the longest and most difficult winter in Filmin's life.

Filin walked from Hermes's study to Floya's residence. Filin knocks on the door, and then the little maid Rosemary opens the door and lets Filin in, her cheerful little face and curly hair, reminding Filin of some kind of lakeside fairy.

The atmosphere in the room was soothing, and several maids who accompanied Floya sat around a white linen, weaving flower-shaped patterns with brightly colored threads around the edges of the cloth.

Filin had seen similar work at the Stormmaster's house, and it usually seemed pleasant, with people sewing brightly colored threads onto thick cloth and gossiping in friendly manners.

But here, the whole room was almost silent, and the maids were sewing stitches diligently and skillfully with their heads bowed, and there was no merry conversation at all.

Fragrant pink and green candles burned in every corner of the room, faint aromas blending into bursts of fragrance in front of the weaving.

Floya was equally busy knitting and supervising everyone's work, and the silence in the room seemed to rise from her.

Her countenance was calm and peaceful, and her expression was so calm that she almost built a wall around her, and although she looked pleasant and her eyes were very kind, she felt that she was a little absent-minded, like a container full of cold water.

She wears a simple green robe, which looks more like a mountain than a stag castle.

She put her jewelry aside and looked up at Filmin with a questioning smile that made her feel like an intruder, interrupting the teaching between teacher and student.