"Let Filin help you back to bed, Your Majesty, or you'll catch a cold. Let the film bring you something to eat. ”

"No, Rigoletto. Filin told him sadly. "The children's bones are not cold, but Filin is here to eat and keep warm?

Bring Filin's robes and high boots, and go get Hermes. ”

Rigoletto bravely held his stance: "Do you think that by making yourself uncomfortable, you can spare an extra breath for a child, my majesty?"

The tragedy of Muddy Bay is a fact, why are you still suffering?"

"Why is Filin still being tortured?" Filin smiled at Rigoletto. "In the thick fog tonight, every resident of Mud Bay asked the same question. Film's courtiers, Filmin is tortured just because they are being tortured, just because Filmin is their king.

Filin is a man of flesh and blood, and he has also witnessed everything that happened there.

If every one of the five principalities said to themselves, "Well, the worst has happened to them, then why would Filin give up his food and warm bedding to care about it?"

Rigoletto, Fei Lin has the blood of the Zhanyuan family in his body, and they are Fei Lin's people.

How can the pain and trembling of a man be compared to the tragedy that took place in the muddy bay? How can Filmin hide here peacefully while the people are slaughtered like cattle?"

"Fihrin only has to say these two words to Prince Hermes," Rigoletto argued with Filin again, "'robbers' and 'muddy bay', and he will know what to know." Let Filin help you back to bed, Your Majesty, and Filin will rush out and tell him this. ”

"No!" a cloud of pain formed in the back of Film's head, who tried to push his consciousness away from his thoughts, and Filmin forced himself to the chair by the fireplace, then sat down with difficulty.

"When he was young, he did his best to defend the borders of the five principalities and protect his country from outsiders. Could it be that Filin's broken and painful life has become precious at this moment?

Get my son at once, and he should speak in my place, for I don't have the strength to do the night.

People can think about what they see and hear together and then decide what to do. Go now, go!"

Rigoletto's feet stomped on the stone floor and snapped out of the room.

Filmin was alone again, and only Filmin and Filmin were left in the room. Filin put his hands on his temples, and when Filin found him, a bitter smile appeared on his face. Boy, you're here! King Creek slowly turned his attention to Firin, and although he was tired, he didn't forget to touch Firin's mind with a mystical spell, and it felt as soft as blowing a spider's web.

Fihrin clumsily turned himself on, trying to fully connect each other's codeword voices, but in vain. People's contact was cut off, shattered like a rag, and then he was gone.

Filin crouched alone on the floor of his bedroom in the Kingdom of the Mountains, feeling too close to the fire. Fifteen years old at the time, and her pajamas were soft and clean. The fire in the fireplace burned out, and Film's burned fingers twitched violently, and the headache caused by the sound of the code began to beat in Film's temples.

Fei Lin moved slowly and got up cautiously. Like an old man? No.

Like a young man who is gradually recovering, and Filmin finally understands the difference.

Film's soft and clean bed calls to Filmin like a soft and clean tomorrow.

Filmin rejected them, instead sitting in a chair by the fireplace, staring at the flames and thinking.

When Borges came to say goodbye to Filin at dawn, he was ready to ride with him.

Fort Tag is the deep-water port with the best terrain overlooking the five principalities, and the Buck River flows into the sea to the north, where most of the ships carry goods exported from the inland principalities of Tilth and Falo. The castle stands on a steep black cliff overlooking the estuary, the harbor and the ocean.

Fort Buck, perched on a cliff, is so steep that it is protected from the flooding of the river, so there is a large area for the construction of the harbor and docks.

The original fort was a wooden structure built by the Aborigines to withstand raids by the outer islanders.

It was once overrun by a pirate named the Raider, who became an inhabitant of the area.

He built the walls and towers with black stone collected from the cliffs, replacing the original wooden structure, and the foundation of Fort Buck was sunk in stone in the process. Then, generation after generation of the Zhanyuan family made the city walls stronger and stronger, and the towers became stronger and stronger. The founder of the Zizhan Yuan family

Fort Stag has never been captured by the enemy.

Snow kissed Film's face, and the wind blew Film's hair back from her forehead. Filin goes from one dark dream to another, and then to a forested winter landscape. It was cold, and only the horse's body temperature as they moved slowly made him feel warmer.

Soot sluggishly carried Filmin through the wind and snow, staggering along, making Filmin feel like he had ridden a long way.

Ma Tong Ah rode in front of Fei Lin, only to see him turn around and shout a few words to Fei Lin.

The soot came to a steady halt, much to Film's surprise, who nearly slipped off his saddle. Filin grabbed its mane to steady herself, and slowly falling snowflakes covered the forest around the people.

The spruce trees are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the white birch with entwined foliage forms a bare black silhouette in the winter cloudy moonlight.

Thick trees surround people, and there is no way to go. Ah Hand reined his gelding in front of the people, so the soot stopped. Borges, who had been a groom all his life, rode his hairy mare with ease behind Filin.

Filin felt cold, and his whole body was so weak that he shivered. Film's eyes glazed over, wondering why people had stopped suddenly. The cold wind blew violently, and Film's damp cloak slapped against the soot flanks. At this time, Ah Shou suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed ahead. "There!" he looked back at Film, "did you see that?"

Filin leaned forward, staring into the distance through the snow fluttering like a lace curtain. "Film, I think!" the wind and snow engulfed Filmin's feeble response. After a while, Fei Lin saw a still yellow glimmer, not like the blue ghost fire that was always drifting in Fei Lin's sight.

"Do you think that's Fort Stag?" shouted Ah Hand as the wind picked up. "That's right. Borges replied calmly, and a deep tone easily reached Firin's ears. "Filmin knows where people are right now. This is where Hermes killed the doe six years ago, and Filin remembers that she jumped from the arrow and fell into the small ravine, so the people had to go down the canyon with great difficulty to pack the venison and take it away. ”

The small canyon he was talking about looked like nothing more than a small lump of trees in the wind and snow, but Filin immediately saw everything in front of him.

Looking at the topography of the hillside, the tree species, and the small canyon, he knew that he could go in that direction to reach Fort Buck, and after a short ride, he could see the castle perched on the cliff, and look down on the bay and Fort Stag below.

For the first time in these days, Filmin is completely sure where people are.

Cloudy skies made it impossible to orient people by stargazing, and the unusually thick snow changed the terrain, and even Borges couldn't pinpoint his bearings, but Filin now knew that home was not far away, and that it would only be a short ride away in the summer.

Even though the wind and snow would make the journey even longer, he was determined to keep going. "It's not far off. Filin told Borges.

Ah Hand was already on his way, riding his stocky gelding bravely, breaking through the thick snow to make the way for the people. Filin nudged the soot, causing the tall mare to step reluctantly. As it descended the hill, Filin slipped to the other side, clutching the saddle and trying to sit still.

Borges nudged his horse and walked side by side with Filin, reaching for Filin's back collar and straightening Filin's body. "It's not far off. He agreed with Film. "You can do it. ”

Filmin nodded. It was the second time in the past hour that he had steadied Film, who bitterly told himself that he was in better shape tonight than before. Filin sat down in the saddle, straightened up, and then stiffened his shoulders.

It's almost home.

It's been a long journey. The weather was bad, and the constant hardship did nothing to help Filin's health, and the journey was like a dark dream. Filin rode his horse day after day, barely seeing the road ahead.

At night, Filin slept in a small tent, between Ah Hand and Borges, so tired and trembling that he could not sleep. As the people approached Fort Buck, Filin thought the road should be smoother, and didn't take Borges's reminder seriously.

When they arrived at Tuhu, it was already dark, so they found an inn to stay in.

Filming thought that he would have to take a barge on the river the next day, and even though the banks of the Buck River would freeze, the strong warm current kept the canal from freezing all year round.

Filmin was already exhausted, so he went straight into the room to rest. Both Borges and Ah Hand looked forward to hot food and the company of others, not to mention ale. Filin didn't think they would be back soon, but within two hours they were both in the room and ready to go to bed.

Borges was quiet and intimidating, and when he had gone to bed, Ah Hand lay down on his bed and whispered to the townsfolk of Filin how he criticized the king.

Fihrin had made it to Fort Stag without incident, and the next thing was for him to make sure what was going on with Ariana.

"You must wait for me to come, you can't leave me alone. Filmin thought silently.

Anyway, it's time to do something for your beloved.