And I excused myself from the giggling table mates with a headache and went back to my room to try to be quiet. When he opened the door and entered the bedroom, he felt that he was the most powerless person in the castle to turn things around, a nameless son indeed.

"Filin wants to have a dinner party, which really appeals to you. The servant said. Filin sighed and didn't ask him how he got in, anyway, it would be boring to ask a question that couldn't be answered. He sat by the fireplace and lit a faint fire, the leaping flames reflecting his silhouette. There was a strange serenity to him, without the sound of bells swaying or the mocking words that followed.

"The dinner was unbearable. Filin told him. Filin didn't bother to light a candle because his headache wasn't entirely fictional. Filin sat down, then lay down on the bed and sighed. "Filin didn't know what was going on with Fort Buck, or what Filin could do. ”

"Maybe what you've already done is enough?" said the servant, tentatively.

"There's not much to say anything about Filin," Filin told him, "unless you count the fact that you know when to stop talking to Your Majesty." ”

"Oh, well, people are learning it. He agreed with a wry face, then lifted his knees to his chin, placed his arms on them, and took a deep breath. "Do you have any news to share with a servant? a tight-lipped servant?"

"You probably know all the news that Filmin can share with you, and you are better informed than Filmin if there is no good news!" The darkness in the room was very calm, soothing Film's headache.

"Oh," he paused gracefully, "then, maybe Filmin should ask a question?

"Don't be verbose, just ask if you want. You know you'll still ask whether Filmin allows it or not. ”

Indeed, you are right. Well then, he asked. Oh, he was taken aback and his face was red, really. Kaz Yinhui, do you have little Kaz?"

Filmin sat up slowly from the bed and glared at him, only to see that he did not flinch at all and did not move. "What did you just ask Filin?" Filin asked calmly.

He said softly, sounding like an apology, "I must know that Ariana is pregnant with your child?"

Filin jumped up from the bed and pounced on him, grabbed him by the throat and pulled him up, stretched out his fist and stopped.

The fire lit up his face, and Filin was shocked to see it.

"Fight if you want!" he said calmly. "There are already old injuries, and I can't see a new injury at all, anyway, Filin can tiptoe for a few days without anyone else finding out. Filin withdrew his hand.

It's strange that what he almost did just now made Filmin feel creepy, just because Filmin found out that someone had already done it to him. As soon as Filin let go of him, he looked away, as if ashamed of his discolored and swollen face.

Perhaps, his pale skin and delicate bones made Filin feel even more terrifying, as if someone had punched and kicked a weak child.

So, he crouched down by the fire and looked at the wound on his face.

"Haven't you seen enough?" asked the servant bitterly. "Film's warn you that stronger light won't get any better. ”

"Sit down in Filin's closet and take off your shirt. Filin told him abruptly, but he wouldn't move, and he didn't pay attention.

Filin put a small pot of tea water to warm by the fire, then lit some candles and placed them on the table, and took out some of the herbs that Filin had kept.

There weren't many herbs in Filin's room, and he wished he could pick some of Borges' collections to use, but Filin knew that if Filin just walked to the stables, the servant would be gone when Filin returned.

Luckily, most of the herbs he kept in his room were used to treat bruises, cuts, and bruises that were most commonly encountered by Film's other assassin status, which should be enough.

When the water was warm, he poured some water into the basin and sprinkled a large handful of herbs to crush them as much as he could. Film finds a shirt in the closet that no longer fits and tears it into rags.

"Walk into the light. Filin made such a request, and after a while he came over, very hesitant and shy.

Filin looked at him, then put his arm on his shoulders and made him sit in Filin's closet.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Filin asked, cringing at the wound on his face. His lips were swollen from the cut, and his other eye was swollen to the point of closing.

"Filin walks around Fort Buck and asks some grumpy people if they have recently become the father of an illegitimate child. His uninjured eye happened to meet Film's glaring eyes, and his pale eyes were bloodshot enough to make him unable to be angry with him, let alone laugh.

"You should know what medicine is available to properly treat these wounds. Sit down now. Filin folded the rag into a medicated cloth and touched his face gently but firmly, and after a moment he relaxed.

Filmin wiped off some of the dried blood stains, not much, apparently he himself cleaned up a little after the beating, but some of the wounds were still bleeding. Filin gently touched his fingers along the line of his jaw and eye sockets, at least the bones were not damaged.

"Who made you like this?" Filin asked him.

"I walked in one door after another, or went in and out of the same door several times, depending on which one you asked. He said slurringly.

"I'm asking a serious question. Filin told him.

"My question is also serious. ”

Filin glared at him again, only to see him droop his eyes.

There was silence for a few moments, and then Filin retrieved a jar of bolges ointment that Filin had given him to treat cuts and wounds.

"Filmin really wants to know the answer. Filmin reminded him as he opened the lid. Filin smelled the familiar pungent smell and suddenly missed Borges very, very much.

"Me too. He flinched slightly as he applied the medicine to him, but he knew that the ointment was effective, despite its foul taste.

"Why are you asking Filin such a question?" Filin finally asked.

He thought for a moment. "Because it's easier to ask you than to ask Floya if she's pregnant with Hermes's child.

According to Fei Lin's judgment, His Majesty has not paid attention to anyone except himself recently, so it can't be him.

You, or Hermes, then, must be the father. ”

Filin looked at him expressionlessly, only to see him shake his head sadly for Filin. "Can't you feel it?" he whispered to Firin, then looked up dramatically into the distance. "The power shifts, and the shadows drift.

In the midst of all the possibilities, there will be a ripple at once, the future will be reunited, the fate will be multiplied, and all the paths will fork and fork. ”

He looked at Filin again. I smiled at him, thinking to myself that he was talking nonsense again, but his tone was very serious.

"The Zhiyuan family is about to have an heir," he said calmly, "I'm sure. ”

Have you ever stepped on empty feet in the dark? It's that sudden feeling of shaking on the edge, not knowing how deep you will fall.

Fei Lin replied to him firmly: "Fei Lin is not the father of any child. ”

The servant looked at Filin with suspicion. "Oh. He said hypocritically. "Of course not. Then it must be Floya who is pregnant. ”

"It must be. Filmin agreed, but his heart sank. If Floya was pregnant, she had no reason to hide it, but Arianna would. Filmin hadn't seen Ariana for several nights, and perhaps she had something to tell Film.

Filming suddenly felt dizzy, but still forced himself to calm down and take a deep breath. "Take your shirt off. Filin told the servant, "Let Filin look at your chest." ”

"I've seen it, thank you, and don't worry, he's fine.

When they suddenly put the bag on Film's head, he assumed that they were targeting Film's head by doing so, and they really took great pains because they didn't want to hit anything else. ”

The atrocities they had done to him made Filin speechless with disgust. "Who is it?" said Filin.

"You mean when he has a bag on his head, he can still see who did the good deeds? Forget it, can you see anything through the bag?"

"No, but you should always wonder who did it. ”

He tilted his head in disbelief. "If you don't already know who the suspect is, you're the one with the bag on his head. Let Filmin cut a small hole in the bag for you. 'People know that you are disloyal to the king, and that you are spying on the throne pretender Hermes.

Don't tell him anything, because if you tell him more, people will know. He turned his head to stare at the fire, shaking his heels slightly. Bang, bang, bang, kicking film's closet.

"Hermes, the pretender to the throne?" asked Filin, indignant.

"That's not what I said, it's what they said. He explained it to me.

Filmin suppressed his anger and tried to calm himself down and think. "Why do they suspect that you are secretly helping Hermes scout?

"There's a king in Filin," he said softly, "though he doesn't always remember himself as king." You must be on the lookout for the king, and he is sure that you will do so. ”

"And what are you going to do?"

"Just like Filmin used to, what else else could Filmin do? Filmin couldn't stop what they told Filmin to stop doing, because Filmin hadn't even started doing it yet. ”

An ominous shiver rushed up my spine. "What if they attack you again?" he smiled, lifeless.

"There's no need to worry because I can't avoid it, but it's not like I'm expecting it to happen again. This," he said, pointing slightly to his face, "the wound would heal, but what they did in the film room couldn't fix it, and it would take him weeks to clean up the mess." ”