"I have my own way of getting to the bottom of things. He grinned slyly at Film. "How much do you remember about tonight's Winter Celebration?"

Filin thought as he flinched. "All I know tomorrow is going to be tough. ”

The little maid suddenly jumped into Film's memory, as she leaned on Film's shoulder and put her hand on Film's lap. Ariana.

Filin has to figure out how to explain this to Ariana tonight, if she comes to Filin's room and Filin can't open the door...... He tried to get up from his chair, and then there was another tremor that felt like he had been skinned.

"Here. It's not the best thing to spit out the contents of your gut, but Fei Lin believes that Xingcai has a good intention, because in other cases, it is not a lifesaver.

No, you silly boy, wash your hands first. Did you hear what Filin just said?"

Filin noticed a basin of vinegar water next to the food.

Filmin carefully washed off all the remnants of his hands, and then washed his face, surprised at how he suddenly sobered up. "It felt like a long dream, a whole day...... Is this how Creek feels?"

"I don't know. Maybe these burning herbs aren't what Fei Lin had in mind, and that's one of the things Fei Lin wants to discuss with you tonight.

How has Crick been? Did he suddenly become like this? When did Valles start claiming to be a doctor?"

"Filin doesn't know. Filin hung his head in shame and forced himself to tell Etrofilin how lazy and stupid he was when he was out. When he finished, he had no objections.

"So," he said heavily, "people can't change what has happened, they can only make amends." There's so much going on here that it's impossible to fix it all at once. He looked at Filin thoughtfully.

"Much of what you just said was expected by Film. The smelted man continued to approach Fort Buck, and the king was still sick, but King Creek's condition was getting worse faster than Filin had imagined, and the vile villain shouldn't be in his room at all. Unless......" he didn't say any more.

"Maybe they believe that Lady Thyme is his only guardian, or maybe they think that people don't care about Creek anymore, or maybe they believe that he's an isolated old man, an obstacle that must be removed. Your carelessness at least makes them appear as they are, and in that case, people may be able to deal with them. He sighed.

Fihrin thought he could use Valles as a tool to deftly lead him to other people's advice.

He didn't know much about medicinal herbs, only a little about fur, but the tools that Filin carelessly left behind might have been used by another person at this time.

People will have to wait and see for a while, but Filmin still believes that there must be a way to stop this. ”

Filin bit his tongue and prevented himself from saying His Majesty's name. "What to do?" asked Film.

Etro smiled. "How did you expose your identity as an Assassin in the Kingdom of the Mountains?"

Filin winced at the memory. "Your Majesty told Floya about Filin's purpose. ”

"That's right. One should reveal some of the circumstances in the king's room. Just listen to me while you eat!"

So, he listened to the various tasks he had arranged for Filmin the next day, but also noticed the food he had prepared for Film.

Filin smelled a strong smell of garlic and knew that he believed in the cleansing power of garlic.

Filin couldn't help but wonder what he had absorbed, and how it played up the memories of the conversation between Filin and the servant.

Fihrin cringed at the sudden anger at him, and Fihrin had to talk to him tomorrow.

At this point, Etro noticed Filin's absent-mindedness.

"Sometimes," he said, "you have to trust others to understand that you're not perfect." ”

Filmin nodded, then suddenly yawned deeply.

"I'm sorry. Filmin muttered to himself, his eyelids almost dropping, and he could barely lift his head. "What did you just say?"

"No, don't say it. Go to sleep, get some rest, that's the best remedy. ”

"But Filin hasn't asked you where you've traveled or done anything. You look as if you're ten years younger. ”

Etro pursed his lips. "Is that a compliment? Forget it, it's useless for you to ask, so you might as well ask another day, and then get your head up again because Filmin refuses to answer.

As for the condition of the film...... Let's put it this way, if a person forces his body to do a lot of things, it can do so much more.

It wasn't an easy journey, but he believes it was worth it. ”

Just as he spoke, he raised his hand and motioned for Filin not to continue. That's what he was going to say. Now go to sleep, Kaz. Go to sleep!"

Filin stood up and stretched while yawning again, then stretched his limbs until all the joints crackled.

"You're getting taller again. Etro grumbled appreciatively, "With the speed at which you grow, you will be taller than your father." ”

"I miss you so much. Filmin muttered as he walked up the stairs.

"I miss you too. But people will talk again tomorrow night, and now go back to their rooms and go to bed!"

Filin walked down the stairs, sincerely hoping to follow his advice.

As usual, as soon as he walked away from the staircase, it automatically retracted into the wall, but he was never able to make out what mechanism gave it this function.

Filming threw three pieces of wood into the fireplace, trying to rekindle the burning fire, then walked over to the bed and sat down to take off his shirt.

Filmin was exhausted, but still had the strength to smell the faint fragrance that Ariana had left on Film.

He sat for a moment longer, holding his shirt in his hand, then put it back on, got up, walked to the door, and slipped out into the hallway.

It's really late compared to other nights, but it's the first night of the Winter Festival, and the people downstairs may not think of going to bed until dawn, and no one else will go back to their beds at this time.

Filin suddenly smiled, knowing that he would not go back to his room to sleep.

There were still people in the hallways and stairs, mostly drunk, others too focused on themselves to notice Film.

Determined to use the Winter Celebration as an excuse to answer questions that might flood tomorrow, Filin knocked on her door after making sure there was no one in the hallway, but there was no response.

However, when he raised his hand to knock again, the door opened silently in the dark.

This scared Film, and it wasn't long before Filmin believed she was in trouble.

Someone came here to hurt her, and then left her alone to face the darkness.

Filin jumped into the room and called her name, and the door closed behind Filin. "Shhhhh

Filyn turned to find her, but it took her time to get her eyes used to the darkness.

The fireplace in the fireplace was the only light in the room, and it had its back to the film. When his eyes finally pierced the darkness, he felt like he could barely breathe.

"Are you waiting for Film?" Filmin finally asked.

She replied in a small voice like a cat's meow: "I only waited a few hours." ”

"I think you're probably in the hall too. Filmin slowly remembered that he hadn't seen her there.

"I don't think the crowd there will miss Film, except for one person, and Filmin thinks that person might come here to find Film. ”

Filin stood still and looked at her. She wore a holly wreath and had messy hair, and that's it. I saw her standing by the door, hoping that Filmin would look at her. How does Filmin explain how many boundaries people have crossed?

Before people experienced this wonderful feeling together, people were curious about each other and constantly exploring each other, but now it's different.

This is a woman's straightforward invitation, and what could be more shocking than a woman's desire for you?

This feeling made Fei Lin overwhelmed, but it also blessed Fei Lin, and it was a kind of redemption for the stupid things that Fei Lin had done in the past.

Winter Celebration.

The night is the supreme secret of the superlative.

Yes.

She wakes up Filin just before dawn and sends her out of the room.

She kisses Filin goodbye before boosing him out the door, and Filin can't help but stand in the hallway and convince herself that it's not dawn.

After a moment, he realized that he had to be careful, so he wiped the smirk on his face and straightened his wrinkled shirt and walked up the stairs.

Back in the room, an irresistible wave of drowsy tiredness swept over me.

When did Filmin last fall asleep until dawn? Filmin sat on the bed, took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, then fell into the bed and closed his eyes.

A soft knock on the door woke Filin, who jumped up and whispered to the other end of the room, smiling to himself, smiling as he opened the door.

"Okay, you're up! and you're almost fully dressed. Fei Lin was really worried when he saw you yesterday, and he really wanted to grab the back of your neck and pull you out of bed. ”

It's a well-groomed Borges. The fine lines on his forehead are the only sign of last night's revelry.

Based on his years of experience with him, he knew that no matter how hectic and tired he was the night before, he would still get up the next morning to face various duties, which made Filmin sigh.

There was no need to ask for forgiveness, and he wouldn't forgive Filin anyway.

At this moment, he had to go to the front of the closet and find a clean shirt, put it on, and follow him to Hermes's room.

Fei Lin felt that his body and mind had a strange threshold.

He had knocked it down many times in his life, but something unusual had happened every time, and that morning was no exception.

After about an hour, he was standing in front of the window in the Hermes beacon, red and sweating.

The cold wind blew in through the open window, but Filin didn't feel cold at all.

The cloth-wrapped axe that Borges had given to Fihrin was only lighter than the heavy world, and Hermes's place in Firin's heart made Firin feel like his head was about to burst out of his eyes.

Unable to defend himself with an axe, he saw Borges attack again, but he could only defend symbolically. He easily wrenched Filin's axe to the side, and then quickly struck at Filin with one or two attacks, not hard but not light.

"Then you're dead. ”