"If they knew that people were from Fort Stag, they wouldn't have spoken up. Fortunately, people are dressed up in mountains and make them think that people are businessmen.

On several occasions, he thought that Borges would clash with them, but he didn't know how he managed to restrain himself from losing his temper.

Everyone complained about why they had to pay taxes to defend the coast, and sneered that even though they were desperate to pay their taxes, the robbers arrived unexpectedly in the fall, and burned two more towns in good weather!"

Ah Shou paused, and then continued in an uncertain tone: "But they can praise Your Majesty and Prince greatly.

His Majesty, the Prince, accompanied Princess Floya, and before returning to Fort Stag, he passed by here, and a brother sitting at the table said that she was really like a big white fish, and that it was just right for her to marry the king of the coast.

Another brother said that His Majesty the Prince would at least be able to cheer up in the midst of hardship and look more like a prince, and then they toasted the prince with good health and a long life. ”

Fei Lin only felt a chill all over his body, and then replied softly, "Which two places have you heard of these two smelting towns?" "Whalejaws in Velotru and Muddy Bay here at Fort Buck. ”

The darkness around Filmin deepened, and Filmin stayed awake all night watching it. People left Tuhu the next morning and rode across the mountains. Borges didn't let people take the main road, and even if Film protested, it wouldn't help. After listening to Film's complaints, he took Filmin aside and asked Filmin fiercely: "Don't you want to live anymore?" Filmin looked at him expressionlessly, only to see him with a sneering look.

"Fez, facts are facts, you are still a royal bastard, and Your Majesty Prince still sees you as an obstacle, he has tried to get rid of you more than once, do you think he will welcome you back to Fort Buck?

No. For him, it's better for people to never come back, so it's better for people not to make themselves obvious targets.

People had to cross the mountains to get back, and if he or his men wanted to catch them, they had to hunt them down through the forest, but he was not a hunter at all. ”

"Won't Hermes protect people?" asked Filin, weakly.

"You are our prince's people, and Hermes is the crown prince. Borges briefly noted, "It's you who protect the crown prince, Fitz, not him who protects you."

It's not that he doesn't care about you, and he wants to do his best to protect you, but he has more important things to deal with. The Red Ship robbers, his new wife, and his younger brother who is bent on usurping the throne.

So, don't expect the crown prince to take care of you, take good care of yourself!"

And Filin only thought that he was delaying Filin's search for Ariana, but Filin wouldn't say that, and didn't tell him about Filin's dream.

Instead, he said, "Unless Your Majesty is mad, he will not hunt down people again, because then everyone will know that he is a murderer." ”

"It's not madness, Fitz, it's callousness. Your Majesty is like that, don't expect him to follow the rules of the game like people, or think rationally like people.

If His Majesty caught the opportunity to get rid of people, he would do it without hesitation, and since no one had the evidence, he didn't care about being suspected. Hermes is the crown prince of the people, not the king, at least not yet.

As long as King Creek is alive and reigning, His Majesty will do everything he can to avoid his father's eyes. It's hard to sanction him, and even if he commits murder, he can get away with it. ”

Borgeslema walked off the trail and towards the unmarked slopes of the snowy hill towards a road leading to Fort Stag. Ah Hand looked at Filin as if he was sick, but people had to keep up anyway.

Instead of spending the night in the inn, the people huddled together in tents to keep warm, and then Filin thought of His Majesty.

Each difficult step up the hill made the horses move forward more courageously, and as he cautiously took each step down the hill, he reminded Filin of the youngest prince.

Filin recalls every hour he spent with Ariana, and only beating His Majesty to cripple in a daydream would lift Filin's spirits.

Filin could not swear revenge because revenge was a king's honor, but if Filin did not retaliate, His Majesty would not be satisfied.

Filmin will return to Fort Stag and stand straight in front of him, and when he looks at Filmin with black eyes, Filmin will not flinch. Fihrin also vowed not to let His Majesty see Fita shivering or standing against the wall, let alone stretch out his hand when Firin's eyes were full of Venus.

He would never have imagined that he would win by such a small margin.

Instead of taking the windy coastal road, people rode horses through the wooded hillside behind the fort and thus returned to Fort Buck.

The snow got lighter and lighter, and then it stopped. The night wind blew away the clouds, and the bright moon illuminated the stone walls of Fort Buck like black spots of light on the sea.

A yellow glow shone on the turret and the side doors next to it.

"People are coming home. Borges said calmly. The people rode down the last hill and finally returned to the road, and then headed for the magnificent gates of Fort Stag.

A young soldier stands guard at night. He pointed his spear down to stop the people and asked them to come by name.

Borges pushed the hood back from his face, but the kid didn't move.

"Filin is the master of the stables, Borges!" Borges looked at him in disbelief, "Filin has been the master of the stables longer than you have lived, and Filin is going to ask you what you are doing here at the gates of Filin!"

Before the nervous boy could reply, a large group of soldiers swarmed up from the guard room.

"It's Borges!" shouted the guard sergeant with joy. Borges immediately became the center of attention, shouting and chatting desperately, and Ah Hand and Filin set aside the tired horses in the commotion.

The guard sergeant, named Brad, finally quieted everyone so that he could have a chance to speak.

"People wanted to wait until spring to come to you. The burly veteran declared. "But at the time, people were told that you might have changed beyond recognition...... But you look good, really.

A little cold, dressed like an out-of-towner, with a scar or two, that's all. It's rumors that people have heard that you are badly wounded, and that the bastard seems to have died of poisoning or pestilence!"

Borges smiled and stretched out his arms, and it seemed that everyone should appreciate his mountain-style outfit.

For a moment Filin looked at Borges in the eyes of others, at him in purple and yellow padded trousers, a blouse, and high boots.

Filin no longer wondered why he was in trouble at the city gates, but he was still puzzled by the rumors.

"Who said the bastard died?" asked Filin, curious. "Who are you?" asked Brad. He looked at Filin's clothes, and then looked at Filin's eyes, obviously not recognizing Filin. But when Filin straightened up on his horse, he recognized it.

To this day, Filin still believes he recognized Filin because of the soot. I saw that he was still surprised.

"Fezzy doesn't even recognize you! You look like you're infected with blood plague. "Those who know Filmin must think that Filmin looks terrible. "Who said that Filin was poisoned or infected with the plague?" Filin asked calmly.

Brad flinched a little, and withdrew his surprised gaze. "Oh, no! Well, it wasn't somebody, you know. Because you didn't come back with anybody else, well, some people started to suspect this and that, and then the speculation seemed to come true.

Rumors are flying, there is no peace in the guardhouse, and the soldiers are gossiping about these things.

People just wonder why you didn't come back, that's it.

No one believed the rumors, but they spread them again and again, and even gossip became untrustworthy. People just wonder why you, Borges, and Ah Hand didn't come back. ”

Finally he realized that he was just repeating what he had said, and he fell silent under Firin's gaze. Filin let the silence prolong, indicating that Filin didn't want to answer the question, and then shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

"It's okay, Brad. But you can tell that this bastard is alive and well, and you should know that whether it is plague or poisoning, Borges will heal Filin. Filin is very good, but he just looks like the walking dead. ”

"Oh, Fitz, boy, Filin didn't mean that, just ......"

"Filin has already said, it's okay, you don't care. ”

"Yes, sir. He replied.

Filin nodded, but Borges looked at Filin with strange eyes. Fei Lin and Ah Hand looked at each other, he was also surprised, but Fei Lin couldn't guess the reason.

"Goodnight, then, sergeant, don't take a spear and accuse your subordinates, he's just doing his duty to prevent strangers from breaking into the gates of Fort Stag. ”

"Yes, sir. Good night, sir. Brad saluted Filmin stiffly, and the majestic wooden gates opened before the eyes of the people to welcome them into Fort Stag.

Soot looked up and became more energetic, and the horses behind Filin neighed, and Borges's horses snorted.

Never before did he feel like the road from the city walls to the stables had been so long.

After his men dismounted, Borges grabbed Filin by the sleeve and pulled him back, while Ah Hand beckoned to the tired horse boy who was helping the people light the lamp.

"People have been in the Kingdom of the Mountains for a long time, Fitz. Borges reminded Filmin in a low voice, "There, no one cares where you come from, but people are home now." Here, Yinhui's son is not a prince, but an illegitimate child. ”

Although Film's background is somewhat lowly, he has a very kind heart.

Therefore, the people of his hometown did not gossip about his status, after all, he had done many things that contributed to the king.

Fei Lin still has very important things to accomplish now, and as for other people's opinions, it doesn't matter to him for a long time.