"I'm not saying people can't resist, he really just doesn't want you to be in it. Give me a chance to fight in my own way!" I said. Filin knew that the blood had reached her jaw, and he also let her take a look.

"Believe in Film, in time I will find them in my own way and make them pay. Now, tell Filin what kind of clothes these people are wearing, what they look like on horseback, what do horses look like?

Do they speak like people from the Principality of Bucks or are they inland? Do they have beards? Can you tell the color of their hair and eyes?"

Filin watched as she tried to remember, and his mind turned. "Brown. She finally spoke.

"Brown horses with black mane and tail. The way they speak is ordinary, like any one here. I think there was a guy with a dark beard. I was facing down to the mud on the ground, and it was hard to see them. ”

"Good, so I know. Filin told her, even though she didn't tell Filin anything. I saw her bow her head to avoid the blood on Filin's face. "Ariana," said Filmin calmly, "I won't...... to your room, and not only for a while, because—"

"You're scared. ”

"That's right!" Filin hissed. "Yes, he's afraid, he's afraid they'll hurt you, they're afraid they'll kill you to hurt me, and the reason I'm not looking for you is because I don't want you to get into a crisis. ”

She stood silently, unable to determine if she had listened to Film, only to see her arms crossed over her chest and hugging herself.

"I love you too much to let that happen. "Even I thought it sounded too weak.

She turned and walked away, farther and farther away from Filin, still hugging herself, as if she was afraid that she would scatter.

She looked very lonely, wearing a dirty blue dress, and her originally proud head was lowered at this time. "Ariana in a red dress...... "Filmin whispered as she looked at her back, but she couldn't see the Ariana anymore. Everything is currently caused by Filin, including her now.

The pock-faced man is a legendary harbinger of calamity in the Five Duchies, knowing that disease and plague are coming when you see him strutting along the road, and if you dream of him, it is a warning of impending death.

Stories about him always mention that he will appear in front of the person who should be punished, but he sometimes (mostly in puppet shows) represents a harbinger of disaster, and the pockmarked puppet hanging from the stage warns the audience that they are about to witness a tragedy.

It's a painful winter, and every moment Filmin is on the lookout for what's going to happen. I always look carefully before entering the room, and I only eat food that I have witnessed how it is made, and I even draw water from the well to drink.

Film's poor sleep and constant alertness makes Filmin feel tired. I was angry with those who occasionally spoke to me, sullen when I visited Borges, silent when I was with the queen, and Etro, the only person with whom Filin could speak calmly, did not summon Firin.

Filin was really lonely to the point of misery.

Filin did not dare to go to Ariana, and his meeting with Borges was kept as brief as possible, for fear of bringing his own troubles to him.

Filin couldn't openly leave Fort Stag and Nighteye, and was afraid that others would find out about people's secret aisles. Filmin waited and watched, but nothing happened, and the feeling of fear became a complicated ordeal.

Filin went to visit King Creek every day. Fihrin watched him shrink before Firin's eyes, the servant grew gloomy, and his sense of humor grew bitter. Fei Lin is looking forward to a cold winter day that fits his mood, but there is still a blue sky outside the window.

Fort Tag is noisy with festivities and revelries, costume balls and rich people summoning bards to perform. The dukes and nobles of the interior had a great meal and wine with His Majesty, and drank and enjoyed themselves together until late at night.

"It's like lice on a dying dog. One day Filin said angrily as he helped Borges change the dressing on his leg. He said that there was no need to stay awake at night to guard Floya's door, because the noise of pleasure making it difficult to sleep.

"Who's dying?" he asked.

"People are. Someday people will be like candles in the wind, hasn't anyone told you?, but your wounds heal surprisingly quickly, especially in the way you have treated them. ”

He looked down at his bare leg, then bent it cautiously, the musculature unevenly stretched, but it didn't burst either. "Maybe the surface of the wound is almost healing, but Filin feels that the inside of the wound is not healed yet. ”

He said, and this is not complaining. He raised his glass and drank the brandy, and he watched him reluctantly.

His present life went according to a certain pattern: when he left Floya's door early in the morning, he went to the kitchen to have breakfast, then went back to his room and began to drink, and then, after Filin helped him change the bandage on his leg, he drank until he went to bed, and then after getting up and eating in the evening, he went to the door of Floya's room to guard.

He stopped working in the stables and handed over all the responsibilities to Ah Fa, who seemed to feel that it was an undeserved punishment when he did the work.

Constellation sends Ariana to tidy up Borges's room almost every two days. Filin only knew that these visits did take place, but not so much, and Borges unexpectedly tolerated such an arrangement, which was a mixed feeling for me.

No matter how much Borges drank, he was always kind and affectionate to women, but a full row of empty brandy bottles only reminded Ariana of her father, though Filin wished they knew each other. One day, he told Borges that Ariana had been threatened for dating Firin.

"Social?" he asked suddenly.

"Only a few people know that I care about her. Filmin admitted with extreme caution.

"A man doesn't bring his problems to the women he cares about. He told Filin sternly.

Instead of answering, Filin told him some details about the attacker that Ariana could recall, but those details didn't make him think of anything. For a moment, he stared at the wall of the room, then took his glass and drank it down, speaking cautiously.

"Filin will tell her that you are worried about her safety, and that if she is afraid of danger, she must come to Filin, and it would be better for me to deal with it. He looked up into Film's eyes.

"Filmin will tell her that it's a wise choice not to approach her, and it's for her good. ”

He poured another glass of wine and added calmly, "Starlight is right, it's wise to send Ariana to Filin. ”

Filin's face turned pale as he pondered all the hints in that sentence, and he rarely knew how to remain silent at the right time. He drank the brandy, looked at the bottle on the table, and slowly slid it down the table to Film. "Can you help him put it back on the shelf?" he asked.

Livestock and winter grain stocks continued to drain from Fort Tag, some of which were sold at cheap prices to the Principalities of the Landlock, while good horses and mounts were transported by barge from the Duchy of Stag to areas close to Lake Tu.

His Majesty declares that this is the best way to prevent the Red Ship from plundering the people's breeding animals, but Ah Fa tells Filin that the people of the city complain that if even the king can't keep his own castle, what can they expect?

When a ship transports antique tapestries and furniture upstream, these grunts turn into rumors that the Zhiyuan family will abandon Fort Tag soon without even waiting for the other party to attack, and Filin uneasily suspects that these rumors are true.

Film's life in Stag Castle was a detainment that prevented him from directly understanding what the people of the city were talking about, and when he entered the guardhouse, he was greeted by silence. Since the scope of the film's activities is limited to the castle, it has led to gossip and speculation.

The gossip that flowed around Fei Lin brought back to life the topic that Fei Lin had not been able to rescue the little girl from the smelter that day.

Other guards only chatted with Filmin about the weather or other light-hearted and humorous topics. While they hadn't completely rejected Film, Filmin had been excluded from the usual gossip and bickering in the guardhouse.

Talking to Filmin was doom, and Filmin didn't want that kind of disaster for the men and women he cared about.

Filmin is still quite popular in the stables, but Filmin tries to avoid deep conversations and does not get close to the animals inside. The men in the stables have been a depressed crowd lately, and they are arguing more and more often because they have nothing to do.

The stables' mates had always been Film's main source of information and rumors, but none of them had been good news.

Rumors of the looting of the town of Velotru have long been blurred, and there have been occasional quarrels in the taverns and docks of Fort Bucks, and there have even been rumors of people migrating south or inland as far as possible. Hermes's mission was disparaged or even ridiculed, and all hopes he had held were lost.

Like Filin, the crowd of Fort Buck waited in fear for disaster to strike them.

It's been a stormy month, and the festivities at Fort Buck can be even more disruptive than the tense times that preceded them.

A tavern on the shore caught fire during an unusually wild night revelry, after which the fire spread, and only the rain that came with a gust of wind could prevent the fire from spreading to the warehouse on the docks.

If the storehouse were to catch fire, it would make the disaster even worse, for His Majesty had already consumed all the grain and supplies in the castle's storehouse, and the people felt that there was no need to preserve what was left.

Although the robbers had never attacked Fort Buck, he was ordered to reduce his rations before the end of winter.