"Oh!" was a real satisfaction to see Borges's surprised expression. "At least he won't be talking about it, but you should know that it won't be a secret in the near future, and soon rumors will be flying all over the place. You remember what I said, he's been guarding her door since tonight. ”

"Don't you have to? Can't you recuperate, let Film-"

"A man can die of failure, Kaz, you know? I told you that a fight never ends until a winner is made. This," he pointed to his leg in disgust, "I'm not going to use this as an excuse to give up fighting."

The fact that I could not accompany the prince on his journey already made me feel ashamed, and I must not let him down here. He let out a bitter laugh.

"The situation in the stable now doesn't leave Ah Fa and Filin busy at the same time, and he is not in the mood to stay there. Can you bring the splint?"

So Filin had to take the splint and apply ointment to his wound first, and then put the splint back on. He cut open an old pair of trousers to secure the splint and let Filin help him down the stairs, and then he walked to the stables to see if Hong'er's arrow wound had been cleaned and treated, despite his previous statement.

Filin left him there and went back to the castle to talk to Floya and let her know that someone would guard the door for her from tonight, and that she would have to tell her why.

Fihrin knocked on her door, and soon Rosemary let Fihrin in, only to see the queen and the maids she had chosen in the room.

While most of the maids chatted and did embroidery or needlework, the queen herself opened the window to welcome the warm winter day, and then frowned at the calm sea outside the window, reminding her of Hermes when the whispers were whispering, and wondering if the same worries were hanging over her at the moment.

As she looked, Filin wondered as much as she did where the Red Ship would attack today, and what was going on with Velotru. But it is useless to wonder, the official version is that there is no further news from Velotlu, but rumors have spread that there is already a river of blood along the coast.

"Rosemary, he wants to talk to the queen alone. ”

Rosemary nodded solemnly, and then went to inform the queen.

After a while, the queen looked up, nodded to Fihrin more than a gesture to Filin to sit down in her window seat, he also greeted her quietly, smiled and pointed out the window and pretended to talk about the good weather today, but said softly: "Borges wants to guard your door, starting tonight."

He fears that if someone else knows you're pregnant, your life will be in danger. ”

The other women would have been pale or at least shocked when they heard this, but Floya only caressed the useful knife next to the key she carried. "Filmin was almost ready for such a direct attack. She pondered.

Filin thought it would be a wise thing to do. It doesn't hurt to let them know that people are already suspicious anyway? No, I should say that people are very clear. There is no need for Filmin to be scruples, and there is no need to be polite.

Didn't Borges already accept their greetings?" the bitterness in her tone and the indignation in her words shocked Filin. "He can come and guard, and I want to thank him for doing so.

Filin could pick someone who was in better shape, but I could only trust Borges. So, will his leg injury allow him to do this task?"

"I don't think his self-esteem will allow anyone else to do this. ”

"Well, good. She paused, "Fihrin will arrange a chair for him." ”

"I doubt he'll be able to use it. ”

She sighed. "People offer sacrifices in their own way, but anyway, you have to set up a chair. ”

Filin bowed her head in acceptance, and she let Filin go. Filin was about to go back to his room to sort out the pile of things he had taken out for Borges, but as he wandered briskly down the hallway, he saw his door slowly open, much to Filin's surprise.

Filming slipped through another door, and after a while Cadon and Rosen came out of Film's room, and he stepped up to them.

"Still looking for a place for your tryst?" said Filin, meanly.

They both froze. Lawson took a step back and stood almost entirely behind Cadon, who glared at him before taking a firm stand in front of Film. "People don't need to answer any of your questions. ”

"Don't even say what you're doing in my room? Did you find anything interesting?"

Lawson breathed as quickly as if he had just finished a race. Filmin looked him in the eye so cautiously that he was speechless, and he smiled at him.

"People don't need to talk to you at all. "People know what you are." Come on, Rosen. ”

"You know what Filin is? That's funny, he knows what you are, and not only Filin knows. ”

"You beast!" roared Rosen, "you're so obsessed with the most obscene magic that you think people won't notice it?' No wonder Galen finds you unfit to learn arcane spells!" His arrow struck Film's deepest fear, and it was still shaking on it, but Filmin tried his best not to let it show. "Filin owes allegiance to King Creek. ”

Filmin stared at them with a fixed face, saying no more, just looking at them from head to toe, weighing what kind of people they should be, only to find that they were not qualified at all. As soon as they moved and glanced at each other, he knew they were traitors.

They knew they should report to the king, but they told His Majesty, and they were not doing it blindly, but they knew exactly what they were doing. Perhaps Galen had imprinted his allegiance to His Majesty in their hearts, or perhaps they could not imagine betraying him.

However, they still know that Crick is the king, and they also know that they have betrayed the oath promised to the king. Filmin especially remembered this, because this small crack could cause a catastrophe one day.

Filin stepped forward and watched with pleasure at the cowering Caton and Rosen cowering behind her and between the walls, but Filin didn't attack them, just turned and opened the door.

As he entered the room, he felt a touch of a mysterious spell on the edge of his heart, and without thinking, I blocked it in the same way that Hermes had taught him.

"Don't talk about your thoughts. Filmin warned them, and then closed the door without looking back.

For a while, Filin just stood and breathed. Be calm, be calm. Fei Lin did not relax his defense, but quietly and carefully fastened the latch to the door, and when the door was tightly locked, he moved very cautiously through the room.

Etro had told Filin that the Assassins had to trust that their opponents were always superior to him, and that this was the only way to keep him alive and alert, so he did not dare to touch anything in his room for fear of being poisoned.

Filmin stood in the center of the room, closing his eyes and trying to remember what the room had been like when Filmin left, then opening his eyes to see what had changed in the room.

The small saucer with the herbs rested neatly on Film's closet. Filin had originally placed it at one end of the closet for Borges to easily access, so they searched Filin's closet. The tapestry depicting the wise king, which had been a little crooked for months, now hangs upright on the wall. These were the only changes that Filmin could observe, but they also made Filmin wonder what they were looking for.

They searched Film's closet, and it seemed to hint that what they were looking for was small enough to fit in, but why lift the tapestry to see what was behind it?

It wasn't a random search, and he wasn't sure what they were hoping to find, but Fihrin suspected that they had been ordered to find the secret channel in Firin's room, which meant that His Majesty had deduced that killing Lady Thyme was not enough, and his suspicions were deeper than Etro had convinced Firin.

At this moment, he was almost grateful that he had never been able to find the entrance to Etro's room, because it made Filin even more convinced of its secrecy.

He discarded all the food scraps that the cook had given him to Film, drained the buckets and jugs, checked the firewood and candles for powder or resin, and reluctantly discarded all the herbs.

No risk can be taken. Filming didn't notice anything missing, and there were no other items in the room. After a while, Filin sat down on the bed, feeling very prostrated and discouraged, because Filin felt that he should be more careful.

Reflecting on the servant's experience, he didn't want to get his head in the bag and get beaten the next time he entered the room.

Film's room suddenly seemed restrictive, as if it had become a trap that Filmin had to return to every day.

Fei Lin left the room without locking the door, just because locking the door didn't help at all, it was better to let them see that Fei Lin was not afraid of them breaking into his room at all, even if Fei Lin was really scared in his heart.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon, and although he enjoyed strolling through the castle, the unseasonable weather was also a source of concern for him.

Filmin decides to go into town to see the battleship Rox and his fellow shipmates, and perhaps go for a drink at the tavern.

It's been too long since Filin has been in the city, and it's been too long since he's listened to the gossip of the people in the city, and now is the right time for Filin to get away from the intrigues of Fort Stag for a while.

As he was about to walk out of the city gates, a young guard blocked Film's path. "Stop!" he commanded, then said, "Please stay, my lord. He said he recognized Film.

Filmin submissively stopped. "What's the matter?"

He cleared his throat, and suddenly his whole face flushed behind his ears, took a breath, and stood quietly.

"Do you need anything?" asked Film.