Filmin usually wakes up in the dark, lying quietly to explore himself.

Gradually, the faint sound of Fort Stag reached Film's ears through the window. This is the sound of the morning, the sound of the morning. Home, he understood, was at Fort Buck. Then he immediately shouted "Ariana" into the darkness, but his body was still tired and aching, and he had to climb out of bed and into the cold room.

Filmin staggered over to the long-unused fireplace, and a faint fire lit up.

Filmin needs to hurry up and replenish more firewood. The leaping flames brought a faint glow to the room, and he took out the clothes from the closet under the bed, but they didn't fit at all.

Filin's long-standing illness had worn out my muscles, but my hands and feet had somehow grown longer.

None of them fit. Filin picked up the shirt he wore yesterday and put it down again. Sleeping soundly in a clean bed all night made my nose smell fresh. Film couldn't stand the sweaty and smelly clothes of the trip anymore.

Filmin continued to search the wardrobe and found a soft brown shirt with sleeves that had been too long to wear before, but now fitted.

Filmin wore it and Film's hiking trousers and boots made of green thread. There is no doubt that if Filmin runs into Lady Starlight or Master Storm, my outfit will be criticized, and then they will ask for Film

Dressed for something else, Fihrin didn't want to run into them at breakfast time before heading to Fort Bucks.

There may be plenty of places in Fort Buck where Filin can inquire about Ariana's whereabouts.

Filin sensed that the castle was not fully awakened, but it was ready to go.

Filin was in the kitchen eating breakfast like a child, the bread was still fresh, and the barley porridge was still sweet. The cook was very happy when he saw Film, and at once said that Filmin had grown a lot, and then said that Filmin looked so thin and tired.

Firinchai would be genuinely bored with these kinds of observations before the end of the day. As the number of people coming and going to the kitchen grew, he slipped away with a thick slice of bread smeared with cream and rose jam and returned to his room to get his winter cloak.

Every room that Filin passed through showed Floya's presence.

A tapestry of different colors of grass with a mountain flavor decorates the small hall.

Although there were no flowers to pick at this time of year, he saw in unexpected places clay bowls filled with small pebbles, delicately inserted with twigs or dried thistles and cattails, and the subtle transformations were truly striking.

Filin found himself in the old part of Fort Stag, and climbed the dusty staircase to the beacon tower of Hermes.

The coast is clearly visible from the wide vantage point, and Hermes guards the red ships from the tall windows in the summer.

Here he uses arcane spells to stop the robbers from coming, or at least warn people that the robbers are coming.

This defense was sometimes a little inadequate, and he should have had a subordinate who also knew arcane spells to help. Despite the fact that he had the blood of a royal bastard, he was never able to control his arcane spell abilities, which were good and bad.

Galen, the mystical sorcerer, died before he could train a group of arcane sorcerers, and no one could take his place, and those he trained lacked a sense of identity with Hermes.

So, Hermes alone used arcane spells to resist people's enemies, but he allowed himself to grow old and die before he could grow old. Fihrin feared that he would overuse his energy, allowing himself to indulge in arcane spells and go mad, allowing his body to gradually weaken.

When Filmin climbed to the top of the spiraling staircase in the beacon tower, the wind made Film's legs hurt.

Because the hinges on the door were oiled, he pushed it lightly and the door opened.

Filin habitually crept into the room, thinking that he would not see Hermes or anyone else inside. The strong sea breeze is a winter guard for the people, preventing robbers from invading the coast.

The windows in the beacon were uncurtained, and the gray light filtered through the windows, and he couldn't help blinking.

Hermes looked like a black silhouette of a gray sky in a storm, and he didn't turn around. "Close the door," he said calmly, "the vent on the stairs makes this room as windy as a chimney. “

Filmin closed the door, then stood trembling. The wind brings the breath of the ocean, and the film breathes as if it were drawing life. "Filin didn't know he was going to find you here. Filmin said.

He fixed his gaze on the sea. "You don't know, so why are you here?" he said, with interest.

This shocked Film. "Filin didn't know, he was just going back to his room...... "As Filin tried to think about why he was here, my voice became more and more subtle.

"Filmin whispered to you. He said briefly.

Fei Lin stood there in silence, thinking to himself, "Fei Lin doesn't feel it. ”

"Filmin doesn't mean to ask you to do this, just like Filmin told you before. Arcane spells can be whispers of softness, not necessarily shouts of commands. ”

He slowly turned to look at Film, and as Filmin adjusted his gaze to the light, he witnessed the man's transformation, and my heart beat with joy.

When Fellin left Fort Bucks at the time of the fall harvest, he was a faint shadow, overwhelmed by the weight of duty and constant vigilance.

Now, his dark hair was still mixed with gray strands, but his strong body also had thick muscles, and his deep eyes were full of vitality, and he looked like a king.

"Marriage is right for you, Your Highness the Prince. Filin said stupidly.

It made him nervous. "In some ways. He reluctantly admitted, a boyish flush on his cheeks. He quickly turned to the window. "Come and see my battleship. He commanded.

This time I was confused. Filin walked to the window and stood beside him looking at the harbor and then at the sea. "Where?" Filmin was really confused. He put his hand on my shoulder and turned the film in the direction of the dock.

A row of brand-new yellow pine-timbered buildings stood there, with crowds coming in and out, wisps of cooking smoke rising from chimneys and ironworks. Leaning against the darkness of the snow, there was the dowry that Floya had brought, and the endless piles of wood.

"Sometimes, he would stand here on a winter morning, looking at the sea and almost seeing the red boats, and he knew they would come. But sometimes, too, he saw the convoy that met them. This spring, they will not see helpless prey, boy.

And next winter Filin wants to give them a taste of the raid. He said with wild satisfaction. If Filin didn't feel the same way, he would think he was scary, but when people's eyes met, he felt that each other's smiles echoed each other's smiles.

Then his expression changed. "You look terrible," he said, "just like your clothes." Let people go to warmer places and help you find mulled wine and something to eat.

"Filmin has eaten it. Filin told him. "Film is much better than it was a few months ago, thank you. ”

"Don't be so sensitive," he advises Film, "and don't tell me what you already know, and don't lie to Film." Climbing the stairs wears you out, and you're shivering all the time standing there. ”

"You used arcane spells on Firin. Filmin accused, and he nodded.

"Filin has sensed that you are coming back in the past few days, and he has tried to whisper to you a few times, but he can't let you notice Filin as well.

Filin was worried when you went off the rails, but Filin knew what Borges was capable of.

Filin was glad that he took good care of you, not only brought you home safely, but also helped you a lot at Berkeley, so that Filin didn't know how to thank him. Filin had to think carefully about how to praise him.

The number of people involved in this matter is small, and it is inappropriate to praise it publicly. Do you have any suggestions?"

"If you can thank him, that's enough for him. If you think he's asking for more, it's going to make him angry. My feeling is that even if you give him anything valuable, it won't compare to everything he's done for Film.

Well, tell him to choose one of his two-year-old horses to mount, because his horse is getting older. He'll understand. Filin thought cautiously. "Yes, you can do that. ”

"Is it okay for Film?" Hermes asked Filmin coldly, with a hint of bitterness in his amused tone. Filmin was suddenly surprised at his boldness. "Filin has forgotten the distinction between the monarch and the minister, Your Highness the Prince. Fei Lin said humbly.

He curled his mouth into a smile and patted me heavily on the shoulder. "By the way, it was Filin who asked you, didn't he?

Time Filmin thought it was old Crick teaching Filmin how to deal with my subordinates, not my nephew talking to Film.

The trip to Berkeley has changed you a lot, boy. Come on, he's really going to have to help you find a warm place to drink something. Floya wants to see you later today, and he wants to see Constellation too. ”

When he assigned a bunch of work to Filin, my heart sank.

Fort Buck attracts Filin like a natural magnet, but it's my crown prince, and Filin has to do what he wants.

As people left the beacon, he followed him down the stairs and talked about things that were not important.

He asks Filmin to tell Film, the Storm, that he needs new clothes, and he then greets his wolfdog, Leon. He stopped a young man in the hallway and told him to bring wine and meat to his study.

Filin followed him, and instead of going back to his room, they went downstairs to a room that was both strange and familiar.

Filin remembers the last time he was in the room, where the clerk Fellensmann sorted herbs and shells to dry to make ink, but now all traces were gone.

A faint fire burned in the fireplace, and Hermes stirred the wood and added firewood.

The flame glowed warmly, and his heart slowly cooled, for the future was so unpredictable.