Even when things didn't turn out as expected, he came back alive, just as he had survived a similar critical situation before, and will continue to do so in the future. Hermes stood up suddenly, and he suddenly felt the excitement in the whole room, even Borges seemed to feel it.

He glanced at Firin, then forced himself to stand upright like a soldier, watching Hermes walk around the room.

"Nope. This is not the path that Filin chose for him, nor was it the path I chose for myself.

It would be nice if he had been born in peacetime! It would have been better if he had been born in wedlock, and his brother was still on the throne! But Film's luck wasn't so good, and neither did he, and neither did you! So he had to be as loyal to the kingdom as Film.

It was damned, but Floya was right, the king should have sacrificed for his people, and so should his nephew, and today's massacre has proven it.

Filin knew what you were talking about, and saw Brad throw up after seeing the body, and try to stay away from Kaz on the way back.

Filin didn't know about this kid...... How did the man survive, he guessed he was doing everything he could to survive! So, what do you tell me about what Filmin should do? What can Filmin do?

Filin needed him, he needed him to fight this ugly secret war, because he was the only one trained to deal with it, just as Filin's father ordered Filin to stand on the beacon and watch the sneaky and filthy slaughter, and Kaz had to do whatever it took to carry out the ......"

(Film's heart froze, and his breath froze in his lungs.) ）

“...... Let him use his skills to the best of his ability, because it is imperative for people to survive, because ......"

"They are the people of Filin. It wasn't until they turned their heads to glare at him that he had spoken, and the room fell silent.

Then Filin took a breath and continued, "A long time ago, an elder told Filin that one day Filin would know something.

He also said that the people of the five principalities are also my people, and the blood shed in my body makes me stand up for it, and I feel the harm they have suffered. ”

Fihrin blinked, keeping the memories of Etro and Smelting Town out of Firin's view. He was right. ”

After a while, Filmin finally continued. "They killed Filin's child today, Borges, and the blacksmith and two others.

It's not the fault of the smelted, it's the bad deeds of the Red Ship robbers. I will make them pay their blood and drive them out of my shores.

Now it's as simple as eating and breathing, and that's what Filmin should do. ”

They looked at Filin's face at the same time. "What kind of blood is shed, what kind of person will become. ”

Hermes said calmly, but his tone was full of excitement, and his pride made Filin's body, which had trembled all day, still.

A deep composure arose, and today he finally did the right thing, and this bloody fact made Fei Lin realize that he had to do these ugly and lowly things for the people.

It's Film's job, and I'm doing a good job, and it's all for the people of Film.

Filin turned his head to look at Borges, and saw him scrutinize Filin as if he had seen an extraordinary newborn animal.

"Filin will teach him," he promised Hermes, "some of the tricks of using an axe and other skills." Can people start before dawn tomorrow?"

"Good. Before he could protest, Hermes agreed. "People eat something now!"

Suddenly feeling extremely hungry, Filin got up and walked to the table to have a big meal, when Borges walked up to Filin. "Wash your face and your hands first, Kaz. He gently reminded Film.

When he was done, the fragrant water in the sink of Hermes turned crimson from the blacksmith's blood.

Winter is not only a celebration of the darkest time of the year, but also a celebration of the return of the sun.

The first three days of the winter festival are celebrated in tribute to the darkness, and the stories and puppet shows are all about the Seonghei period, and they all have happy endings. People eat salted fish, plant roots and fruits that were preserved from the previous summer, and then hunt at noon.

Animals are hunted to celebrate key moments of the year, and fresh meat is served on the table to be eaten with last year's rice harvest.

In the last three days of anticipation, when the looms are brighter and brighter, the weavers take a small piece of the fabric and bring it to the hall to compare who can weave the brightest and lightest patterns.

And the stories told at the festival tell the story of the origin and subsequent development of the matter.

Filin tried to meet the king that afternoon. Even though many things have happened, he has not forgotten his promise to himself.

Valles said that King Creek was not feeling well and did not want to see anyone, and that he really wanted to knock on the door and ask the servant to tell Valles to open it, but Filin did not do so, as Filin was not sure if the friendship with the servant was the same as before.

People hadn't seen each other since he had sung that mocking song, and he remembered what he had said when he thought of him.

When he returned to his room, he went through Hermes's manuscripts again.

It's drowsy to read, and that diluted valerian transept has a powerful effect.

Filin's limbs were limp, so he had to push the scroll aside, thinking about something else in a daze. Maybe it's time to call on those trained in arcane spells at the Winter Festival, no matter how old and weak they are?

Does that make the responders a target for being framed? He thought of the people who had trained with Film, who didn't like Filmin at all, but didn't mean they were no longer loyal to Hermes.

Galen's attitude may have damaged them, but there should be salvation, right?

Filming left Prestige out of the list, as his last experience with arcane spells in Berkeley had left him completely deprived, and he quietly retired to live in a small town by the Wine River, and it was said that he was not old and decrepit, but there were others.

There were eight people who had completed the training, seven who had taken the test, and he had not passed, and the skill of prestige had been completely lost, so there were only five people left.

The group wasn't a group, and I wondered if they all hated Filmin as much as Kadon.

She blamed Filin for Galen's death, and she didn't hide her resentment from Filin. Does anyone else know the truth? Filin tried to think back to them.

Rosen thinks highly of himself and takes too much pride in his own code words;

Cowardice used to be a lazy but likable boy, but since he became a member of the group, he has seen his empty eyes a few times, as if he had become a different person entirely;

Ever since he abandoned his job as a carpenter and relied on arcane spells for a living, Boli has used his physical strength excessively, and his desires have never been noticeable, even if he can whisper in code.

But in any case, they do possess arcane magical abilities, so can't Hermes train them anymore?

Maybe it works, but at what point? When will he be free to do it?

Someone's coming.

Filmin sobered up. Filmin spread out his hands and feet, lying face down on the bed, with a mess of scrolls beside him, he didn't want to sleep, but he had never slept so deeply.

If Nighteye hadn't used Filin's own perception to watch over Filin, he would have been unalert.

Filming watched as the door opened, the fire was almost extinguished, and there was hardly any other light in the room. He didn't lock the door because Filin hadn't intended to go to bed.

Filmin lay on his stomach very quietly, wondering who had crept in so much, not wanting to alarm Film.

Or was the man trying to steal the scroll in the empty room?, Film, put his hand on his waist knife and was about to jump, only to see a figure slip in through the door and gently close it, so Filmin pulled the knife out of its sheath.

It's your woman. Somewhere, Nighteye stretched out and wagged his tail lazily, and he breathed deeply through his nose.

Ariana, who he was sure it was her, sniffed her sweet aroma with satisfaction, feeling her body suddenly full of vitality.

Filin lay still and closed her eyes as she walked to the bed, where she heard her soft exclamation, followed by the rustle of the scrolls.

She placed the scroll on the table, then hesitantly ** Filin's cheek. "New here?"

Unable to resist the temptation to pretend to be asleep, she sat down next to Filin, and the bed tilted sweetly because of her warm weight.

She leaned over, and he motionless let her kiss Filin's lips, then reached out to hug her and enjoy the surprise.

Until yesterday, Filmin was a person who rarely touched his body, at most a friend patted Filmin on the shoulder, or squeezed around in the crowd, and recently, many hands who just wanted to strangle Filmin, these were almost the physical contacts that Filmin was familiar with, and then Filmin experienced the magical moment of last night and now.

She kissed Filmin and lay down softly beside Filmin, who remained motionless and breathed deeply in her fragrance, savoring the warmth of people's skin encounters.

It felt like a soap bubble floating in the wind, and he feared that a breath would make it disappear.

Very good, Nighteye agrees. It's not very lonely here, it's kind of like a pack of wolves. Firin's whole body stiffened, and she moved away from Ariana slightly.

"What's wrong with the new kid?"

Film's. It's a film, and I can't share it with you, you know?

Selfish. It's not like meat, and sharing doesn't diminish it.

"Wait a minute, Ariana. A muscle twisted in Film. "Which piece?" it said with a grin.

No, it's not like meat. Filmin is always with you to share meat and shelter from the wind and rain, and will fight side by side with you when you need it, and will always let you accompany Filmin to hunt and help you, but this matter, he said with Film...... Woman.

I'll have to have it all to myself, alone.

Nighteye scoffs at Firin's explanation, then grabs a flea. You draw a line that doesn't need to be drawn every time.