The king raised a hand and rubbed his face and eyes tremblingly. "Filin gave him these things. He said, his tone firm but his voice growing weaker. “

As soon as the word is spoken, the horse is difficult to chase. I'm right, Kaz Silverglow, you agree that a person's words can't be taken back once they're spoken?"

As always, Filmin agrees with you. Once a person's words have been spoken, they cannot be taken back, and he must keep his promises. ”

"Well, good. That thing is solved, everything is solved. He handed the brooch back to Filin, and he took it, feeling as relieved as if he were dizzy.

He leaned back on the pillow, and he was dizzy for a moment.

Flynn remembered the pillows and the bed, because Flynn had been lying here and his servants looking down on the plundered muddy bay, and had burned his fingers in the fireplace......

The king sighed heavily, presumably he must have been exhausted, and would fall asleep in a short time.

"Don't let him bother you again unless you summon him. "Your Majesty has given another order.

King Creek opened his eyes again. "Kaz. Come here, boy. ”

Filmin knelt near him on the side of the bed like a dog, only to see him raise his thin hand and pat Filmin weakly.

"You and I, boy. There's a consensus, right?" Filmin nodded. "Good boy, good.

Filmin kept his word, and you have to keep your promise, that's all. But......" he glanced at His Majesty, making Filin feel a pang of pain...... "it would be better for you to come to Filin in the afternoon, he is more energetic in the afternoon." "He's tired again.

"Should Filmin be back this afternoon?" Filmin quickly asked.

He raised his hand and waved it weakly in the negative. "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!" he closed his eyes and sighed deeply, as if he could not breathe anymore.

"As you wish, Your Majesty. Filming agreed, bowed deeply and saluted, carefully pinning the brooch back to the lapel of his crop jacket as he stood up straight, allowing everyone to take a moment to watch Film's actions.

Then he asked, "Will you allow Filin to leave, Your Royal Highness?" Filin's tone was very solemn.

"Get out of here!" roared His Majesty again.

Filin bowed to him in response, then cautiously turned away. The guards beside him watched as Filin left, and Filin came out of the room and remembered that he had forgotten to mention that Filin wanted to marry Ariana.

Now it seemed that he would have to wait a long time before he could mention it, and that His Majesty, Valles, or other spies would be watching over the king in the afternoon.

Filin only wanted the king to know about it, but he didn't want to tell everyone else.

Katz?

I want to be alone now, Your Highness the Prince. Do you mind?

He quickly disappeared from Film's mind like a burst soap bubble, and Filmin slowly walked down the stairs.

During that fateful year, Prince Hermes chose to display his fleet at the height of the winter celebrations.

According to tradition, he should wait for the weather to improve and hold a launching ceremony for the new ship on the first day of the spring celebration, because it is an auspicious day for the new ship to be launched.

Hermes, however, urged the shipbuilders and others to finish the work on the four ships before the winter solstice, and to take the opportunity to make a speech at the height of the winter celebrations in front of the public.

Traditionally, a hunt is held on the day, and the coming day is heralded by the prey caught.

As soon as he let the boat out of the dock along the drum, he announced to the crowd that it was his hunter and that the only prey he wanted to kill was the Red Boat Robbers.

The crowd reacted to his statement in silence, apparently not the result he had expected, and Filin believed that it was because they wanted to forget all the painful memories of the Red Ship, hide in the winter and pretend that spring would never come.

However, Hermes refused to let them do so, and the fleet was launched on the same day as he had planned, and the training of the crew began at the same time.

Nighteye and Filin go out hunting just after midday. It complained that it didn't make sense to choose this time to hunt, and why was Filin willing to waste the morning arguing and scuffling with his fellow littermates?

Filmin told it that this was the way it was, and that it would last for days, if not longer.

It wasn't too happy, and so was I. Fihrin was a little annoyed, just because he knew exactly how Filin was going to pass the time when Filin didn't want to connect with it with his consciousness, so did Hermes feel it too?

It laughs at Film. Sometimes it's really hard for you to hear Film, so should Filmin make a big splash at you and shout at him at the same time?

The hunt yielded little and only two skinny rabbits.

Filmin promised to bring some food from the kitchen the next day, but it was still difficult to tell him that Filmin wanted to keep his privacy at certain moments. It didn't understand why Filin excluded mating from the activities of the wolf pack, which hunted or howled in packs.

Mating means that the next generation will be born in the near future, and the wolves will be responsible for taking care of this group of newborns.

However, it is difficult for words to convey what Filin is trying to say. People talk in imagery and shared thoughts, and that doesn't require much judgment. Its frankness freaked out to Film, as it said it enjoyed sharing Film's companion and Film's skin-to-skin affection, but Filmin begged him not to do so.

It looked confused. Filin left it alone to eat the rabbit he hunted, but he was annoyed that Filin didn't want to share the rabbit meat with him, and he made a lot of effort to make it understand that Filin didn't want to share it with him

Enjoy my perception of Ariana, and although Filmin is reluctant to do so, he can only express it in this way.

Sometimes Filin wants to cut ties with it completely, which is incomprehensible to it, and it goes on to argue that it doesn't make sense, because it loses the meaning of the wolves' collective action.

As he walked away from it, he wondered if he would ever have a truly private moment of his own again.

Filin returns to Fort Buck and wants to be alone in his room, even if only for a moment. Filmin really needs to stay in a place where Filmin can close the door and be alone, at least so that Film's limbs can rest well.

The bustling of people in the corridors and staircases fueled my thirst for silence, and I heard only the clamor of the servants removing the old and the new, replacing the new candles on the candlesticks, and then hanging them around in a large strand of evergreens.

There was a winter celebration everywhere, but he was not in the mood at all.

Filin finally walked to his room and opened the door and slipped inside, then closed the door tightly.

"Coming back so soon?" the servant looked up from the fireplace, crouching in a semicircle of scrolls, looking like sorting.

Fei Lin glared at him, undisguised the displeasure in his heart, and after a while, Fei Lin became angry.

"Why didn't you tell King Filin about his condition?"

He looked at the other scroll and placed it on top of the pile to his right. "But Film's got it! Now I'll ask you, why didn't you know about it earlier?"

This pushed the problem back to Filin. "Filin admits that he hasn't been diligent in visiting him for a while, but ......"

"Film's words can't be as useful as letting you see it with your own eyes, and you never thought about how Filmin was there every day, dealing with the bottles and cans, cleaning the environment, cleaning the plates, and helping him comb his hair and beard......"

Once again, he left Filmin speechless with shock. Filmin walked to the other end of the room and sat heavily on the closet. "He's not the king that Filin remembers to be. "His condition has deteriorated so quickly that it really frightens Film." ”

"Makes you afraid? That's what frightens Filin! You can at least serve another king while this king is being toyed with. ”

The servant tossed another scroll lightly onto the pile on the right.

"People are. Filmin cautiously noted.

"It's just a different way. The servant said briefly.

Without thinking, Filin raised his hand and pinned the brooch more securely to the lapel of his jacket. Filming almost lost it today, and he couldn't help but think that it was indeed a symbol of Film's life over the years.

The king has always protected Filin's illegitimate grandson, and other ruthless people have quietly eliminated Filin. But now he needs someone else's protection, and what does that symbolize for Film?

"So, what should people do?"

"There's so little you and I can do, I'm afraid. I'm just a servant, and you're just a bastard. ”

Filin nodded reluctantly. "I want Etro to be here and I want to know when he's going to be back. Filin looked at the servant and wondered how much he knew.

"Shadows, shadows come back when the sun goes down, that's what he's heard. "He's still always elusive. “

But Filin thought it was too late for the king. He added more calmly.

"So there's nothing people can do about it?"

"You and Film? People are too capable to act here. In this place, the most vulnerable always have the most power. Maybe you're right, people should talk to someone, but now ......" He got up and flung all his joints exaggeratedly, looking like a puppet entangled in a thread.

He made every bell on his body jingle and made Filin laugh.

"The king is about to welcome the best of his day, and I will do my best to be by his side. He carefully stepped out of the circle of sorted scrolls and slates, and yawned.

"Goodbye, Kaz. ”

"Goodbye. ”

Confused, he stopped in front of the door.

"You're not against me leaving?"

Filin's tone seemed a little incredulous, because he didn't expect the other party to agree to his request so easily.