The king sat at the fireplace and grunted lifelessly, while the princess sat lonely beside him, and rosemary dozed at her feet. Floya got up from her seat and looked at the people in surprise.

"Kaz Silverlight?" she whispered.

Filin quickly walked over to her. "He's got a lot to explain, but there's so little time, and what Filin has to do tonight. Filin paused, trying to figure out how best to explain it to her. "Do you remember when you promised yourself to Hermes?"

"Of course I do!" she looked at Film, as if Filmin had gone crazy.

"He used his majesty, when he was still a member of the arcane spelling team, to go to your heart and stand side by side with you, to express his heart to you. Do you remember?"

Her face was flushed. Of course I remember, but Filin didn't think anyone else really knew what was going on. ”

"Only a few people know. Filin looked around and saw Borges and the servant listening to the conversation with wide eyes.

"Hermes has spoken to you through the Secret Whisper of Majesty, and you know that he is highly skilled in arcane spells, so you must know how he uses arcane spells to guard people's coasts. This is an ancient magic, a natural skill of the Zhiyuan family.

Hermes inherited this ability from his father, and I inherited some of it from my father. ”

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Filin didn't believe Hermes was dead. King Flyncreek was told that he once had powerful arcane spell powers, but now it was no longer the case, and the illness stripped him of his arcane spell powers, as well as stolen other abilities.

But if people convince him to try again, to motivate him, he will be able to provide his own strength to support him, and perhaps he will be able to reach Hermes in this way. ”

"That would kill him. The servant coldly questioned Filin's proposal.

"I've heard that arcane spells drain a person's stamina, and the king doesn't have much energy left to deal with them. ”

"I don't think it's going to be a danger to him. If people came into contact with Hermes, he would cut ties with his father before arcane spells hurt him, and he stopped three times before he ran out of my strength to make sure he didn't hurt me. ”

"Even a servant can see the flaw in your logic. The servant tugged at the cuffs of his new coat. "If you come into contact with Hermes, how do people know if it's real or a trick?"

Filin opened his mouth to express Filin's angry protest, but the servant raised his hand to stop Filin.

"Of course, his dear, dear Kaz, people should all believe in you, because you are people's friends, and you have only their well-being in mind.

However, it is easy for others to doubt your words and not necessarily think that you are so selfless. His sarcasm irritated Filmin like a strong acid, but Filmin managed to remain silent.

"And what do people get if you don't have access to Hermes?

A king who not only collapsed, but would have been considered incompetent if she had gone further, and a queen who continued to mourn, and who must have wondered if she had suffered enough for herself to mourn for a living person?

This is the worst form of mourning. No, people will get nothing, and even if you succeed, people don't trust you enough to stop the wheel of fortune.

If you fail, people lose too much. ”

They all looked at Filin, and even Borges's deep eyes were full of doubt, as if they were wondering whether it would be wise for him to do what he wanted Filin to do quickly.

Floya stood still, trying not to grasp the slim hope that Fihrin had thrown at her feet, and he also wished to wait until he had discussed it with Etro before proposing.

Filin wondered if there would be a chance for this group of people to gather in this room after tonight, because Valles was not present at the moment, and His Majesty was also busy downstairs, and if he didn't do it now, he might not have a chance in the future.

Flynn looked at the only one who wasn't looking at him, only to see King Creek staring at the flames jumping in the fireplace. "He's still a king. “

Filin said calmly. "Let people ask for his opinion, it's up to him to decide. “

"Not fair! he's already delirious!" the servant suddenly jumped between Filin and the King, and stood straight trying to meet Firin's eyes. The herbs he ate made him as tame as a horse plowing the fields.

Even if you ask him to cut his own throat, he will wait for you to bring him the knife. ”

"Nope. The king's voice trembled, completely losing its original timbre and resonance. "No, Filin's servant, he's not so down. ”

The people waited with bated breath, but King Creek stopped talking.

Finally, he slowly crouched down beside him across the room, trying to get him to look into Firin's eyes. "King Creek?" Filin pleaded with him.

He glanced into the distance after glancing at Film, then reluctantly turned his gaze back, and finally looked at Film.

"Did you hear what the people just said? Your Majesty, do you believe that Hermes is dead?"

He opened his mouth to reveal the gray tongue behind his lips and took a deep breath. "His Majesty told Filin Hermes that he was dead. He got the message......"

"Where did the message come from?" Filin asked gently.

He shook his head slowly. "A messenger...... I think. ”

Filin turned to face the others. "It must have been a message from the messengers of the mountains, and Hermes should have been there.

When Borges returned, he was almost in the mountains, but Filin did not believe that the messengers had come all the way from the mountains, and did not stay to convey the message to the queen herself. ”

"It could be conveyed in a relay way. Borges reluctantly said. "It's a very tiring journey for both a rider and a horse.

The knight had to change horses on the way, or pass the word on another knight who was riding a fast horse. And the latter is more reasonable. ”

"Maybe. But how many days does it take to get the message here from the mountains?

Filin knew that Hermes was still alive on the day the Duke of Velotro left, because Crick used Filin to talk to him that day, the night Filin passed out in front of his fireplace.

That's what happened, servant. Filmin paused. "Filin believes that he also felt that he and Filin were with him during the Battle of Jieyi Bay. ”

Filin saw Borges mentally counting the days, then shrugged reluctantly. "It's still possible.

If Hermes had been killed that day, the message would have been released immediately, and the knights and horses were excellent......

This can be done, albeit somewhat reluctantly. ”

"I don't believe it. Filin turned to face the others, trying to force Filin's hope on them. "I don't believe Hermes is dead. Filin turned his gaze back to King Creek again.

"What about you? You believe that your son is dead, and you don't feel it?"

"Silverlight...... Just like that, gone, like a vanishing whisper. 'Father. Filin wanted him to say so. Father. ”

A moment of silence seeped into the room, and he crouched on his heels and waited for the king to make a decision. He slowly raised his hand, as if his hand had a life of its own, and came to Firin's shoulder through the small space and paused for a moment, and that was it.

It was only the weight of the king's hand on the film's shoulders. King Creek moved slightly in his chair and took a breath from his nostrils.

As soon as he closed his eyes, people fell into the black river again.

He confronted the young man trapped in Creek's dying body, and the people were rolling together in the torrent of the human world.

"There isn't anyone here. There is no one else here except people. Crick's tone sounded rather lonely.

Filin couldn't find himself, he had no body and no speech here. He gripped the film in a rush and whistling, barely able to think, let alone remember the little arcane spell training he had received from Galen's rigorous teachings.

It's like reciting a speech while being choked by the neck, and he gives up, gives up completely.

Then, from somewhere, Hermes's voice drifted in like feathers fluttering in the wind, or dust dancing in the sun, telling Filin: "To carry out is nothing more than not to close." ”

The whole world has become a chaos with no sense of space, and everything is hidden in other things. Filin didn't shout his name out loud or think about his face. Hermes was there, he had always been there, and it was not at all a problem to meet him.

You're alive!

Of course, but it's hard for you to say, if you consume energy like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to live.

You use all your energy in one go, but you have to adjust your strength now, and you have to do it all.

Stabilize Firin, let him go back to his old self, and gasp as if he recognized something.

Father!

Hermes jerked Filmin aside. Go back, let him go, because he doesn't have the energy to do it.

You're draining his stamina, you fool, let him go!

It felt like being repulsed, but much more ferocious. When he found himself and opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his side on all fours in front of the fireplace, his face too close to the fire. Filin groaned as he rolled over to look at the king.

His lips vibrated inside and out with every breath, and his skin turned blue, and Borges, Floya, and the servants gathered helplessly around him. "Think about it...... Solution!" Filin said to them, panting, looking up.

"What should people do?" asked the servant, as if Filin knew what to do.

Filin struggled internally, finally remembering the only therapy he remembered.

"Elven bark. Filmin spoke hoarsely, feeling the edge of the room darken, and closed his eyes to the sound of them busy. Slowly, Filin understood what he had just done.

Film's whisper came out.

Filin draws on the king's power and whispers in code.

"You will cause the death of the king. The servant told Filin so. Is this a prophecy, or a cunning guess?

A speculation against Crick. Filin's eyes were filled with tears at the moment.