She smiled as if she had already approved of Filin. "That's right, there was a dinner to celebrate the victory of the Battle of Jieyi Bay. People won't ignore you either. ”

"Hermes is dead, and people are still sitting down to eat and drink?"

The cook looked at Filin. "What would Prince Hermes hope if he were still here?"

Filin sighed. "He might say to celebrate the victory. People need hope more than mourning. ”

His Majesty's Prince explained the same thing to Filin this morning. The cook said contentedly, and then turned to apply the spice to a deer leg. "Of course people will mourn him, but you have to understand, Kaz, he left the people, and His Majesty stayed.

His Majesty stayed behind to take care of the king and do everything in his power to guard the coast. Hermes is gone, but His Majesty is still here with the people, not to mention that Jieyi Bay has not fallen into the hands of the robbers. ”

Filmin remained silent, waiting for the sudden mood to subside. "It is not because His Majesty is here that the people keep the bay. Filmin wanted to make sure that the cook was associating the two events together, not just mentioning them in the same paragraph.

She nodded as she busily applied spices to the meat, and Filin sniffed out the scent of mashed mugwort and rosemary.

"Send troops out right away, that's what needs to be done all the time. There's nothing inherently wrong with codewording, but what's the benefit of knowing how things are going to happen and not having anyone do anything?"

"Hermes will send warships on sail. ”

"But it always seems too late. She turned to face Film, wiping her hands on her apron. "Oh, he knows you adore him, boy. The people's Prince Hermes was a good man, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life to protect the people.

Fei Lin didn't mean to speak ill of the deceased, he only said that the secret word and chasing the ancient spirit were not the way to fight the Red Ship.

His Majesty's Prince sent troops and ships as soon as he heard the news, and that was what had always been needed, and perhaps His Majesty would be able to keep people alive. ”

"And what about King Creek?" asked Fihrin softly.

She obviously misunderstood Film's question, but she let Filmin know what she really thought. "Oh, he's in as good condition as expected, and he'll even come downstairs for a feast tonight, at least for a moment's time. Poor man, so much torture, pitiful, what a pitiful man!"

Zombie. That's pretty much what she said. To her, Crick was no longer a king, just a wretched man.

Your Majesty has succeeded. "Do you think the queen will attend the feast?" asked Filin. After all, she had just heard of the death of her husband, the future king. ”

"Oh, he thought she'd be there. Sarah nodded to herself, and with a thud flipped the deer's leg over and applied the herb to the other side.

"I heard that she said she was pregnant. The cook's tone was full of suspicion. "She wants to make it happen tonight. ”

"Do you doubt she's pregnant?" asked Filin bluntly, and the cook was not offended.

Oh, he didn't suspect she was pregnant, if she said so. I just thought it was a little strange why she didn't tell her about Hermes's death after it had been announced, and not beforehand?"

"How?"

"I think there are people among people who are going to wonder. ”

"Wondering what?" Filin asked coldly.

The cook glared at Filin, cursing at his impatient response. Filin didn't want her to shut up, because Filin needed to hear all the rumors.

"That's ......" she hesitated, but couldn't refuse Film's intent. "When a woman who has never been pregnant suddenly announces that she is pregnant with her husband when she is away from him, it is always heartbreaking. She glanced around to see who else was listening.

Everyone was busy, but Filin was sure someone was prick up their ears and eavesdropping. "Why did she suddenly announce it at this moment, and why did she leave in the middle of the night to join the war, when she knew she was pregnant?

What did she think? It was unusual for a queen who was pregnant with an heir to the throne to do so. ”

"Well......" Filmin tried to soften his voice. "I think when the baby is born, people will know when she was conceived, and if anyone really wants to count the number of months, then it's too late.

Besides......" Filin then leaned over as if he were plotting a conspiracy. "I've heard that some of her maids knew she was pregnant before she left, like Lady Starlight and her maid Rem. ”

Filin had to be sure that Starlight would brag that she had known about it, and Rem would have to spread the word among the servants.

"Oh, that's the man!" the cook's dismissive tone destroyed Film's hopes of an easy victory. "Filin doesn't want to offend, Kaz, but she's a little silly at times. Rem, on the other hand, was pretty solid, but she didn't talk much, and she didn't want to hear anything from anyone else. ”

"Hmm......" Filmin winked at her with a smile. "That's where I heard about it, and I heard it long before people left for Jet Bay. Filin was closer to her. "Ask around! You will find that Queen Floya has drunk a lot of slingless leaf tea in order to alleviate her joy.

You look into it and see if I'm right. Filmin bets with a silver nugget that Filmin is right. ”

"A silver nugget?, as if I had so much money to bet with you.

I'll ask, Kaz, he will. You really shouldn't have shared so much gossip with Film Lin earlier, thanks to Film Lin telling you so much!"

"Well, I'll tell you one more thing. Queen Floya isn't the only one pregnant!"

"Really, who else?"

Filmin smiled. "I can't tell you yet, but you'll definitely be the first to know when he gets further information. "Filin had no idea who else was pregnant, but it was always safe to say that there were other people in the castle who were pregnant, or sooner or later it would prove that Filin's rumors were well-founded.

If Filin had to rely on the cook to inquire about the gossip in the court, he would need to please her. She nodded cautiously at Film, and he winked at her.

She finally finished the process of refilling the deer legs. "Come on, boy, take this to the barbecue rack on the fire, put it on the top shelf, he's going to roast it, don't burn it, you go now!

Where's the kettle? Where's the milk I told you to?"

After taking some bread and apples, he left the kitchen and went back to his room, a simple food that was like a delicacy to a man so hungry as Film. Filmin went straight back to the room to freshen up, and after eating, he lay down to rest.

Filin may not have had much chance to meet the king tonight, but he still wants to be as vigilant as possible at the feast, and he wants to tell Floya not to rush to mourn Hermes first. However, he knew that he must not be able to get rid of her maids, and then quietly spoke to her.

Besides, what if Filmin was wrong? No, it wouldn't be too late to tell Hermes when he confirmed that she was still alive.

Later, he woke up at the sound of a knock on the door. Still lying on the bed, not sure if he heard anything, he got up and pulled the latch and opened a crack in the door, and then saw the servant standing outside the door of Film's room.

Filmin didn't know if he was surprised that he was knocking on the door instead of sneaking in, or if he was shocked by what he was wearing.

Filmin stood stuttering at him. He bowed gently, then swept past Filin into the room, closed the door behind him, and latched many doors, then walked to the center of the room and stretched out his arms, slowly turning in circles for Filin to admire his appearance. "How?"

"It's not like you at all. "I'm pretty honest.

"I don't want to wear it like that. He flattened the gown and pulled the sleeves to show off the fine embroidery on them, as well as the underside slits that showed off the ornate fabric of the sleeves. He patted the feather hat to puff it up, and put it on his pale hair.

The colors of the hats ranged from the deepest indigo to the lightest sky blue, and the servant's face was like an egg stripped of its shell. "Servants are no longer in fashion. ”

Filmin sat down slowly on the bed. "Your Majesty dressed you like this?" said Film, weakly.

"It's hard for him to do that. He did give him the clothes, but I put them on myself. If servants are no longer fashionable, how humble the servant's personal servant must be. ”

"And what about King Creek? isn't he out of fashion anymore?" asked Film, bitterly.

"It's no longer appropriate to care too much about King Creek. He replied to Film. He jumped up and down with joy, then stopped and stood solemnly, as if trying to match his new clothes, and walked around the room.

"Filin is at the same table with the prince tonight, and he has to be full of joy and wit at all times. Do you think Filmin can handle it?"

"It's so much better than Film. Filin replied sourly. "Don't you care that Hermes is dead?"

"Don't you care that flowers bloom in the summer sun?"

"Servant, it's winter outside. ”

"Both of these things are true, believe Filin. The servant stood firm. "I'm going to ask you to do him one thing, if you believe it. ”

"I'm sure it's as easy for you to get Filin for help as it is for you. Say, what's the matter?"

"Don't kill the king because of your own ambitions. ”

Filin looked at him in horror. "I will never kill the king!"

"Oh, he's been so bold these days. He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, dressed in fine clothes and in unfamiliar postures that frightened Film, as if there were other creatures inhabiting his body, and that he was a creature that Filmin knew nothing about.

"You won't take revenge even if the king killed your mother?" a terrifying feeling of nausea rose within me.

"What the hell are you trying to tell me?" Filmin whispered.