"Can't Hermes see it?"

Filmin shook his head slowly. "His arcane spelling abilities are very strong, but he can't hear them at the same time. His strongest skill is to concentrate the power of arcane spells extremely much, but if he wants to monitor the members of his own arcane spell team, I am afraid that he will not be able to guard the coast against the attack of the red ship. ”

"And he...... Can Hermes feel the conversation people are talking about?"

Filmin shrugged in shame. Unbeknownst to Film, this was the misfortune caused by Filmin's own shortcomings. Filin's connection with him was unstable, and sometimes Filin could feel his mind clearly, as if he was standing next to Filin and talking loudly, but other times Filin could barely feel him.

Last night, when they had a conversation through Film, Filmin could hear every word clearly. But now......

"Filin searched inwardly, as if he was groping for his pocket," Filin only felt that they were still connected. Filmin leaned forward and held his head, feeling like he was about to collapse.

"Tea?" said Etro softly.

"Good. Fei Lin still wanted to sit quietly for a while, but I don't know when Fei Lin's head had been in such a severe labor pain. ”

Etro placed the kettle on the fire, and it disgusted Filin to see him add the herbs to boil. It was some elven bark, but not as much as Filin had wanted earlier, and it had mint and catnip leaves in it, plus a little precious ginger root.

Firin recognized that he had also used them to make tea for Hermes, in order to alleviate his prostration.

Then he walked back and sat down close to Filin. "Probably not. The situation you just spoke of could only happen if the members of the arcane spelling team were blindly loyal to His Majesty. ”

"All it takes is a very capable arcane spell user. The film's defect was caused by Galen.

Do you remember that Galen was a mad worshipper of Silverlight? It was a loyalty created, and Galen may have done the same to the members of the arcane spell team before he died. ”

Etro shook his head slowly. "Do you think Your Majesty would be foolish enough to think that the Red Ship would stop after the invasion of Vilotru, and that they would want the Stag, Violet, and Clausius in the end, so what else was left?"

"And the Great Duchy of Landlock. This was the only principality he cared about, and the only principality with whom he maintained mutual loyalty.

He will have a large area of land to block all possible invasions by the Red Ships, and he may believe, as you do, that they don't want land, but just keep plundering.

The robbers belong to the people of the sea, and they will not go to great lengths to go inland to annoy him, but they are afraid that the coastal Grand Duchy will be too late to fight against the red ships, and it is unlikely that they will have the spare strength to deal with His Majesty. ”

"If the shores of the five principalities are lost, and trade and shipping are gone, will the inland dukes be happy?"

Filmin shrugged. "Filin doesn't know. Fihrin didn't have an answer, Etro, but that's what Fihrin had come to so far from combining various clues. ”

He got up and poured the boiling water into a large brown teapot, and when the boiling water had fully moistened the inside of the teapot, he poured in the herb he had just concocted.

Filin watched as he poured boiling water on the herbs, and the room was filled with the fragrance of the garden.

There was a scene before Filin's eyes, an old man closing the lid of the teapot and placing the teapot and some teacups on the tray, and I wrapped up this moment of comfort and innocence and stored it in a corner of my heart.

The effects of age on Etro are becoming more and more apparent, like disease devouring Crick.

His agility was gone, and his bird-like alertness was not as agile as before, which was an inevitable consequence, but Firin's heart ached when he realized this.

When he placed a warm cup of tea on Filin's hand, he frowned at Filin's expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, "Would you like to add some honey to your tea?"

Filmin shook his head and took a sip of tea, almost burning his tongue. The pleasant taste was covered with the pungent taste of elven bark, and in a short time the film felt refreshed, and even the pain that he rarely noticed subsided.

"Much better. Filin sighed, only to see Etro smugly to Flynn slightly.

He leaned in again. This argument is too thin. Maybe people just have a self-indulgent prince who likes to entertain his sycophants while the crown prince is away.

He neglected the coastal defenses because of his short-sightedness, and counted on his brother to come back to clean up the mess, while looting the treasury and selling horses, cattle and sheep to expand his wealth, and no one could stop him anyway. ”

"Why, then, did he portray the Duke of Velotru as a traitor, deliberately treated Floya as an outsider, and why spread rumors mocking Hermes' mission?"

"Jealousy. His Majesty had always been his father's favorite, and he did not think that he would fight against Creek. Etro's tone made Filin feel like he desperately wanted to believe it. "The herb that Valles gave Creek to relieve pain came from Film. ”

"Fei Lin doesn't doubt your herbs, but Fei Lin thinks he added something else to it. ”

"What's the point? Even if Crick is dead, Hermes will still be the heir to the throne. ”

"Unless Hermes dies first," Filin raised his hand as Etro was about to retort, "and it doesn't need to happen."

If His Majesty controls the members of the Mystic Spell Panel, he can communicate the news of Hermes' death anytime and anywhere, and when His Majesty becomes the crown prince, he will ......" Filin didn't finish his sentence.

Etro let out a long sigh. "Enough. That's enough for me to say, and he'll use my own resources to look into it.

Now you should take good care of yourself, Floya, and the servants.

If there is even a hint of truth in your theory, you will all be an obstacle to His Majesty's goal. ”

"What about you?" Filin asked calmly. "Why are people being so careful now?"

"There was a room next door, which used to be empty, but now lived one of His Majesty's visitors, his cousin Mingliang, who was also the heir to the title of Falow. The man was a light sleeper and often complained to the servants about hearing rats squeaking in the walls.

Also, he woke up last night when he made a rattling sound when he sneaked over the teapot. In addition, the man was extremely curious, and asked the servant if there were still ghosts roaming the Stag Castle.

Fihrin also heard him knocking on the wall, presumably suspecting that there was a room here as well. People don't have to worry about it, anyway, Filin is sure he's leaving, but it's always good to be careful. ”

Fei Lin felt that something was wrong, but if he didn't want to say, even if he asked, it was useless, but Fei Lin still asked one more question. "Atro, can you still see the king every day?"

He glanced down at his hands, then shook his head slowly. "Your Majesty seems to be suspicious of the existence of such a person as Filin, I admit that to you. At least he was suspicious of something, and he always seemed to have some of his men ambushed everywhere, causing a lot of inconvenience to Film.

But enough of what people have to worry about, think about how you can make things better. ”

Next, Etro began a lengthy discussion based on people's superficial knowledge of the ancient spirits. People talked about what would happen if Hermes succeeded, and speculated about what kind of assistance the Gurin would provide.

Etro's tone revealed great hope and sincerity, even enthusiasm. Filin tried to share his passion, but still believed that the five principalities would have to eradicate dissent in order to be saved. It wasn't long before he asked Filin to go back to his room.

When Filin returned to his room, he lay down on the bed and tried to rest for a few minutes before dawn, but instead slept deeply.

For a while, storms sheltered people from robbers, and whenever he woke up in the morning and saw the wind and rain beating against the windows, he knew it was a day to cherish. Fei Lin tried not to let others notice Fei Lin, and even the three meals were settled in the guard room, so as to avoid His Majesty.

I also don't go to any of the rooms that Caternon and Lawson would go into. Desire also returned from his arcane sorcering post in the Red Tower of Velotlu, though he was rarely with Caton and Rosen, and instead spent hanging out at the table in the hall, often falling asleep with his eyelids half-drooping.

He didn't have the same dislike for Filmin as he did with Cadon and Rosen, but he avoided him as much as he could. Filin told himself that it was wise to do so, but he also felt that he was a coward.

Filming made as much time as possible to spend with King Creek, but always felt that he didn't have enough time to spend with him.

One morning, a loud knock on the door and the sound of Film's name shouting woke Film, and he had to stagger out of bed to open the door, only to see a pale-faced boy standing by Film's door, trembling. "Ah Fa said to go to the stables, go now!"

He didn't give Filin time to respond to his urgent message, instead running away as if he was being chased by seven demons.

As he put on his clothes from yesterday and went down to the middle of the stairs, he thought he should wash his face with water and comb his hair back into a braid.

Filming galloped across the courtyard when he immediately heard a quarrel coming from the stables. Filin knew that Ah Fa would not come to me for a small dispute with the stables, but he couldn't think of anything he was looking for himself for.

Filmin pushed open the door of the stable, and passed through a group of horsemen and grooms, and finally squeezed into the center of the chaos.

It's Borges. He didn't roar anymore, the fatigue of the journey made him stand there quietly at the moment, and Ah Fa, whose face was pale, stood steadily on the side.

"I don't have a choice," he calmly replied to Borges's previous question, "and you're going to do the same thing." ”

Borges's face was terrible, with an incredulous, hollow, and shocked look.

"I know," he said after a moment, "Filin knows. Then he turned to look at Filin, "Kaz, Filin's horses are gone." "He's a little unsteady on his feet.