The servant whirled in Filin's pained tone. "No, no! you completely misunderstood me!"

His sincere tone made Filin immediately see his friend again. "But," he said, in a gentle, almost sly tone, "if you believe that the king killed your mother, who cherished you very much, loved you, and spoiled you.

If the king had killed her and taken her away from you forever, would you have killed him?"

Fei Lin hadn't noticed it for a long time, and it took him a while to understand what he meant.

Filin knew that His Majesty believed that his mother had been poisoned, and that this was one of the reasons why he hated Filin and Lady Thyme, and that he believed that people had killed people.

But according to the king's instructions, these accusations were incorrect, and in fact the queen herself had poisoned herself.

His Majesty's mother had always been overly addicted to alcohol and herbs that would make her forget her worries for a while, and when she believed that she had the right to rise to the top of the hierarchy and was unable to do so, she indulged in those pastimes to escape reality.

Crick tried several times to stop her, even asking Etro for herbs and potions to stop her addiction, but to no avail.

It was true that the Queen of Lust had been poisoned, but she had died at the hands of her self-drowning who had concocted the medicine, a fact that Fihrin had always known.

But Filin understands this, but ignores what kind of hatred can be brewed in the heart of a pampered son who suddenly loses his mother.

Will His Majesty go on a killing spree for this? Of course he will. Did he intend to bring the five principalities to the brink of destruction in order to carry out this act of revenge?

He never cared about the coastal principalities, but the inland principalities, which had always been more loyal to his mother, who had been born in the interior, were his heart.

If Queen Lust does not marry King Creek, she will remain the duchess of Falow.

Sometimes, when she indulged in alcohol and drugs, she would coldly shout that if she were still a duchess, she would use more power to persuade the Duchy of Falor and Tilth to unite and let her be the queen, and then break away from the Confederacy of the Five Duchies.

The arcane sorcerer Galen is the illegitimate son of the queen who desires the queen, and Galen instigates His Majesty's hatred and makes his hatred rise.

Could it be that his hatred was so great that he would subvert his own mystical spell group in order to avenge His Majesty?

This was a shocking betrayal for Film, who found himself accepting the idea. And he did.

Hundreds of people were slaughtered, innocent people were smelted, women were left unspeakable, children were left alone, and entire villages were completely destroyed for the wrongs of a prince's imagination.

This does freak out the cracks, but it's not without reason. As tightly as the lid of a coffin fits snugly against a coffin, his motives are indeed true.

"I think the current Duke of Luo may be concerned about his health. Filin said thoughtfully.

"He loved wine and medicine as much as his siblings, and the supply of these two things was so constant that he didn't care about anything else, and he doubted that he would live a long life. ”

"Maybe King Creek will live longer?" asked Fihrin cautiously.

There was a look of pain on the servant's face. "I'm afraid his days are numbered," he said calmly, "but the days he has left may be better than the rest of his life full of bloody violence." ”

"You think things will turn out like that?"

"Who knows what's going to come out of the bottom of a hot pot?" he said abruptly as he walked to Filin's door and rested his hand on the latch. "That's what I ask of you. He said calmly.

"Abandon the thoughts that are spinning quickly in your head, Mr. Fool, and let things settle down. ”

"I can't. ”

He pressed his forehead against the door, which was the least like a servant's behavior. "Then you will lead to the death of the king. His low tone was full of sadness.

"You know...... What is Filin, I have already told you why Filin came here, and Filin is sure of one thing, and that is that the end of the Zhiyuan family bloodline is one of the many turning points.

Floya was pregnant with an heir to the throne, and thus she was able to continue the incense, which was needed by the situation. Can't an old man die peacefully?"

"Your Majesty will not let the heir to the throne be born. Filin said frankly, and even the servants listened to Filin with their eyes wide open. “

The boy could not reign without the king's hand for shelter, whether that king was Crick or Hermes.

You don't believe the news of Hermes's death, and you say so, so can you bear to let Floya suffer the torture of believing in it?

If the throne is nothing more than a broken chair in the burned hall, what good will this do to the heir to the throne of the Zhiyuan family?"

The servant's shoulders hung heavily. "There are a thousand forks in the road," he states calmly, "some of the roads are clear and smooth, some are shadowy, and some are clearly difficult ahead, and only a great force or a catastrophe can change them."

Other roads were hidden in a thick fog, and Filin did not know if there was a way out or where it would lead.

Little bastard, you're shrouded in a fog like a fog! Your presence alone increases the possibilities of the future a thousandfold, what a catalyst!

In the mist, some of the roads are the darkest and most twisty, the path to destruction, while others are the golden path to the light and shine.

It seems that you are following the path of undulating mountains and deep valleys, while Filin longs for the golden mean. Filin longed for Filin's master to live his life in peace, for he was genuinely merciful to Filin, a strange and mocking servant. ”

He no longer blamed Film, pulled up the latch and released the lock and left quietly, dressed in fine clothes and cautious footsteps, making Filmin feel that his whole person was out of shape, and the speckled clothes and the previous laughter and jumping seemed to be gone.

Filin gently closed the door behind him, and then stood against the door, as if he could hold up the future.

Filmin was extremely cautious about dressing himself for dinner. When he finally put on the new clothes that Master Storm had sewn for Film, he looked almost as decent as a servant. Filin decided not to mourn Hermes at the dinner, let alone show a sad look.

As he descended the stairs, he saw that most of the people in the castle were flocking to the hall, and it was evident that all of them, regardless of their ranks, were in attendance.

Filin found himself at the same table as Borges, Afa and the other stable mates.

Ever since Crick had taken Flynn under his wing to take care of him, he had sat in this humble seat, but Flynn would rather be at the table than sit at the main table.

In the guest seats in the hall sat a group of people that Filin didn't know, mostly dukes and dignitaries from Tiles and Farlo, but Filin did recognize a few faces. Constellation sat in a seat that almost matched her rank, and Rem did sit one step above Filmin, but he didn't see Ariana anywhere.

The people of Fort Buck were also scattered throughout the halls, most of them wealthy, and most of them had better seats than Filin had imagined.

Then the king was brought into the hall, and he was seen leaning on an elegantly dressed servant, followed by Floya.

Her appearance surprised Film.

She wore a simple earthy brown robe, cut her hair short to the width of a palm's hand in mourning Hermes, and stretched out from her head like a dandelion seed by the loss of weight, and her hair was faded by trimming, and looked as pale as a servant's hair.

I was used to her tying her thick blonde hair into thick braids, but now her head looked unusually small on her broad shoulders, and her godless blue eyes looked a little abrupt under her weeping red eyelids.

She didn't look like a queen in mourning, but rather like a strange kind of servant who had just arrived at court.

The woman in front of her was not like the queen of Filin, nor the Floya of the garden, nor the barefoot warrior wielding a sword, but a newly widowed foreign woman in the area.

On the contrary, His Majesty was dressed luxuriously as if he were about to woo a lady, and moved confidently like a hunting cat.

The dinner party in Film's eyes is like a well-choreographed puppet show.

There was a weakened and emaciated old Creek king who kept nodding at his dinner or smiling weakly at no one.

The princess smiled and barely ate, and was silent with mournful sorrow. His Majesty, who was in charge of the situation, sat like a dutiful son beside his old and frail father, and a servant dressed in fine clothes sat beside him, and from time to time exaggerated witty embellishments and emphasises the witty words of His Majesty's speech, making the prince's speech more vivid than it actually was.

Other guests at the main table included the Dukes and Duchesses of Falow and Tilth, as well as some of the lower-ranking nobles they currently favored, but no representatives from the Duchy of Velotru, Violet, and Clausius were to be seen.

The guests toasted His Majesty twice after the meal, the first time being the Duke of Houde of Falow. He toasted His Majesty very generously, declaring him a hero in defending the territory, praising him for his swift action for the sake of Jie Yi Bay, and even more so for all the measures he had taken for the welfare of the five principalities, which made Filin prick up his ears.

However, these words of congratulations and praise sounded vague, and did not make it clear what His Majesty had decided to do beforehand, and if it continued like this, it would only become a eulogy.

At the beginning of her speech, Floya sat up straight and looked at His Majesty in disbelief, apparently unable to believe that he could nod her head and smile calmly in the acceptance of a compliment that did not belong to him. If anyone but Filmin noticed the queen's expression, no one would dare to comment.

As expected, the second toast was made by the Duke of the Ram of Tils.

He raised a glass in memory of Crown Prince Hermes, which was a tribute but degraded Hermes's status.