When they were done, they stood quietly and looked at the table full of corpses.

Hermes stepped forward and read aloud the names of the dead in silence. Although there were not many names written down, he did not ignore the unknown ones. "A young man with a fresh beard, dark hair, and scars on his hands from fishing......"

He described them one by one, "A handsome young woman with curly hair and a tattoo of the puppet master's guild. "People listen to this long list of those who have fallen in battle, and only hard-hearted people will not cry.

The bodies were carried to the cremation pyre in unison, and they were carefully placed in their final resting place.

Hermes himself lit the torch and handed it to the queen, who was waiting by the pyre. When she lit a flame on a large branch drenched with pine resin, she cried out to the dark sky: "The people will cherish you forever!" and all the people shouted after her.

Elder Sergeant Brad stood by the pyre, holding scissors to cut a finger-length strand of hair for each soldier, symbolizing the memory of his compatriots who died in battle.

Hermes joined the ranks, and Floya stood behind him, waiting to offer a strand of her pale yellow hair.

What followed was a night that Filmin had never experienced before.

Most of the inhabitants of Fort Buck came to the castle without suspicion, and they followed the queen's example and fasted until the corpses in the pyre burned to ashes.

Then, the hall and the small hall were crowded, and the outdoor courtyard was set up with tables made of thick planks, so that those who could not squeeze into the hall had a place to sit.

Barrels of drinks were served, and Filin could not have imagined that Stag Castle would have these breads, roasts, and other food, and later Filin learned that it was voluntarily supplied by the city.

The king, who had been at home for weeks, stepped down and sat on the throne at the high table to watch the crowd.

The servants also came, and stood beside and behind the king to receive whatever food the king had given him, but to-night he did not please the king, but quietly stopped chattering, and even the bells and sleeves of his hat were tied with threads so that he would not make a sound.

The people looked at each other, but Filmin couldn't see any special significance in this glance.

Hermes sat to the right of the king, and Floya sat to the right of Hermes. His Majesty was of course there, of course, dressed in luxurious black clothing, but only the color of his clothes represented mourning.

He drank with a calm face and angry eyes, and Firinchai some might think he was mourning in silence.

To me, he could feel the anger boiling in him, and he knew that someone, somewhere, would eventually pay the price for the humiliation His Majesty felt at this moment.

Even Naisin, who rarely appears like the king, arrives, making Filin feel the solidarity that people show.

The king ate very little, and did not rise to speak until the high table was full.

As he spoke, his words were repeated at low tables and in small halls, and even in the courtyard outside, bards repeated them.

He briefly mentions the victims of the Red Ship Invasion, but does not mention the task of smelting or hunting the smelted, but instead describes those who die today as martyrs who died heroically against the Red Ships.

Then he briefly mentioned that they must be remembered, etc., and then he withdrew, citing exhaustion and mourning, and got up and went back to his bedroom.

Then Hermes also stood up, almost repeating Floya's previous words, that although people were mourning the dead now, they must be prepared for revenge when the mourning was over.

He lacked the excitement and enthusiasm of Floya's previous speeches, but Filin could see that everyone at every table was responding to his words. Everyone nodded and began to talk to each other, except for His Majesty sitting there silently glaring at the sight.

Hermes and Floya left the table very late, holding hands to draw everyone's attention to their departure, while His Majesty stayed behind to drink and mumble to themselves.

Firin, on the other hand, slipped back to bed shortly after Hermes and Floya left.

Filin didn't try to fall asleep, just threw himself into the bed, staring at the fire in a daze.

When the secret door opened, he immediately got up and went upstairs to Etro's room, where he found him fidgeting from the excitement, and even his pale cheeks, which were covered with acne scars, were pink.

His gray hair was disheveled, and his green eyes sparkled like jewels.

He walked around the room, hugging Filin rudely when he came in, then stepping back and laughing at Filin with a shocked expression.

"She's a natural ruler! she was born, and she's awake now! there's no better time than now! she's probably saved people!"

His ecstasy looked a little wicked.

"Filin doesn't know how many people died today. Filin rebuked him.

"Ah, but not in vain! at least not in vain! These people did not die in vain, Kaz Silverlight.

In the name of Ada and El, Floya is both intuitive and benevolent!

If your father is still alive, boy, let him pair her as a pair of rulers, and the people will have a pair of monarchs who can control the whole world. He took another sip and continued walking around the room.

Filmin had never seen him so elated and excited. On the table beside him was a basket with a lid, and all the food had been taken out and placed on a cloth, wine, cheese, sausages, pickled cucumbers, and bread.

So, even in his tower, Etro could still share in the funeral feast.

The weasel snuck out of the other side of the table, looking at Filin with greedy eyes through the food, and then Etro's voice called Filin back from his thoughts.

"She has a lot of the same qualities as Yinhui, especially putting herself at the edge when the right time comes.

She transformed an inevitable and unspeakable situation from an inconspicuous massacre into an orthodox tragedy. Boy, people have a queen, and Fort Stag has a queen!"

I was a little disgusted by his joy, and immediately felt like I had been fooled. Fei Lin asked hesitantly, "Do you really think that the queen did those things just for pretense, and those acts were completely well-planned political means?"

He hesitated for a moment. "No, no. Kaz Silverglow, he believed she meant it, but it was a clever strategy.

Oh, you think Filmin is callous, or you don't feel anything because of ignorance, but Filmin knows too well better than you what a day it means to people.

Knowing that there were many casualties today, and that there were soldiers of six units who were wounded in today's operation, he could also tell you how many of the smelters had been killed, and he would know their names in about a day.

I have made a list of all the scourges that the Red Boat has brought to the people.

Boy, he will make sure that this account will be paid in blood, so as to comfort the relatives of the victims.

These families will learn that the king will regard their fallen relatives as warriors who died honorably in the Battle of the Red Ships, and will also beg them to assist in the revenge operation. It was not pleasant to write these letters, Kaz, but Filin still had to

Make a draft, write it in Hermes's handwriting, and get Crick to sign it.

Do you think that Filin will do nothing but kill for the king?"

"Please forgive Film, it's just that Filmin was so happy to see you when he came in......" Filmin began to explain.

"Film's happy! And you should be. People have been drifting for a long time without a leader, and have been subjected to countless waves and strong winds, and now a woman is here to take the helm and lead everyone forward, and Filmin is optimistic!

The people in the kingdom are tired of groveling for these years, and everyone should stand up, boy, people have to stand up!"

It was then that he saw how he had been elated by thoughts of anger and mourning, and remembered that dark day many years ago, when people had ridden to Smelting Town for the first time to witness the devastation of the Red Ship attack.

He told Filin at the time to learn to be caring, just because it was in Filin's blood. Suddenly, he felt that his excitement was right, and he toasted him to the queen of the people.

Etro then became serious, revealing the reason for his summons to Flyn, that is, King Crick had reiterated that Flynn was to take care of Floya.

"Filmin has always wanted to talk to you, and now Crick sometimes repeats instructions that have already been given, or comments that have already been made. ”

"I've noticed that, Kaz. People will find another time to discuss the king's health, but for now he wants to assure you personally that his repetitive remarks are not debilitating chatter.

No. The king made another decree today as he prepared to go downstairs for dinner, confirming that you would redouble your efforts.

Both he and Filin felt that the queen had aroused the crowd to follow her, and that she was taking more risks for herself. He doesn't say it explicitly, but you still have to be careful about her safety. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Filin hummed dissatisfied.

"Your Majesty, Prince?" asked Etro.

"He's something to be feared, especially now that the queen has power. ”

"If it's Film, he won't say anything like that, and you shouldn't say it. Etro said calmly, his tone calm but serious.

"Why not?" Filin asked him rhetorically. "Why can't people speak up at least once?"

"People can talk about your film if no one else is there at all, and it's about you. But this is not the case. The people are our princes who have sworn allegiance to the king, and our princes and people do not take pleasure in thinking about betrayal, let alone ......"

There was a sound of vomiting, and it turned out that he had slipped up next to the food basket on the table, and a drop of liquid came out of his nose.

"You greedy little naughty! you're choking again, aren't you?" Etro blamed him unconcernedly.

Fihrin found a rag to clean up the aftermath, but when he got there, Sneaky was lying on his side panting, and Etro was using a barbecue fork to flick what it vomited out, and he almost felt sick to his stomach.

He motioned for Filin to put the rag aside, then picked up the trembling Sneak and handed it to Filin.