"That's not what Ah Fa meant. Filin said calmly, and then asked, "What about Prince Hermes?"

He frowned and looked at Filin with strange eyes. "You didn't know he was coming back?"

He paused for a moment, then said louder, "You didn't receive the message before Filin returned?"

"People haven't heard anything. What the hell happened? How did you get back?"

Borges looked around at the stunned group of horse boys, and his eyes revealed some of the characteristics of Borges that Filmin knew.

"If none of you know yet, then there is no room for gossip on this matter, and he must go directly to the king. He straightened up and looked around at the boy and the groom again, and then the tough guy commanded with his old roar, "Don't you have anything to do?"

When Filin comes back from the castle, I'll see how you take care of everything while he's gone. ”

The men dispersed like a mist in the sun, and Borges said to Ah Fa, "Can you take care of Filin's horse?" poor Hong'er has not been properly treated for the last few days, and now that he has returned home, take good care of him!"

Ah Fa nodded. "Of course. Should I get a doctor? I can ask him to wait here for you to come back. ”

Borges shook his head. "I did everything I could. Come here, Kaz, lend me your hand and let me help it. ”

Filin held out his hand in disbelief, and Borges grabbed Filin's hand and leaned over heavily.

When Filin glanced down for the first time, he thought he was wearing thick leggings around his feet, but they were actually heavy bandages tied to his injured legs. He propped up the leg, put most of his weight on Filin, and limped along, allowing Filin to feel his collapse all over his body.

Being so close to him, he could smell the sweat running down his whole body from the pain. His clothes were dirty and torn, his hands and face were dirty, and he could never have imagined that the man he knew would become like this.

"Please tell me," Filin asked calmly, as he helped him towards the castle, "Is Hermes alright?"

He smiled a little. "Do you think I'll be able to survive if Prince Hermes is dead?

Besides, if you think about it with a little brain, you should know if he is dead or injured. He paused for a moment and then looked at Filin cautiously, "You should know, right?"

He was obviously talking about the mysterious magical connection between Filin and Hermes, and he had to admit it in shame. "People's connections are unstable, some things are clear, others are vague. I don't know anything about this, what the hell is going on?"

He looked thoughtful. Hermes said he would try to get the word to Creek through you, but if he didn't, he would have to tell him the message himself. Filin didn't ask any more.

I've forgotten how long it's been since Borges saw King Creek. Morning was not the best time to see the king, but when he told Borges so, he said that he would rather report it at this inappropriate time than delay the message.

So when people knocked on the door, they were surprised to find that they could actually enter, and when they entered, they realized that it was because Vales was not there.

Instead, as soon as he entered, the servant kindly asked him, "Do you want to smoke more smoke when you come back?" and then, when he saw Borges, the mocking smile on his face disappeared.

He looked into Firin's eyes, "What about Prince Hermes?"

"Borges came to report to the king. ”

"Film'll try to wake him up.

Although he has been like this for a while, he can report whether he is asleep or awake, and he can notice it anyway. ”

Although I was used to the sarcasm of my servants, it sounded harsh. There was something wrong with this sarcasm, because there was too much resignation in his tone.

Borges looked at Filin with worried eyes, and then quietly asked Filin, "What's wrong with the king?"

Filmin shook his head and motioned for him to be quiet, then tried to get him to find a seat to sit down.

"Fihrin had to stand before the king until he sat him down. He said stubbornly.

"You're hurt, he'll forgive. ”

"He's the king, that's what Filin knows. ”

So Filin no longer forced him. And so they waited, and waited for a long, long time, until at last the servant came out of the king's bedchamber.

"He's not feeling well. "Filmin explained to him that it took him most of the day to let him know who was here, but he would still be in his bedroom to hear your report." ”

So he helped Borges into the king's bedchamber, and saw him wrinkle his nose in disgust at the darkness and the smell of smoke.

The spicy smell of smoke filled the room, and some small incense burners still burned with smoke. The servant opened the curtains, and the people stood and watched him pat the pillow on the king's back, until Creek waved him to the side.

Fihrin looked at the king and wondered why he didn't even see his symptoms. These symptoms are actually obvious, such as total weight loss, sour sweat smell, and yellowish whites of the eyes, etc., which are at least what Filmin should observe.

The look of surprise on Borges's face underlined how much had all changed since he had last been promoted to the king, but he skillfully concealed his shock and stood straight before the king.

"Your Majesty, he has come to report to you. He said in a formal tone.

Crick blinked slowly. "Report!" he said weakly, and Filin was not sure if he was ordering Borges, or just repeating the words, which Borges took as a command. He had always insisted that Filin recount things in detail and precisely, and his report at the moment was just as detailed.

As he stood, he leaned on his shoulder and described how he and Prince Hermes had made their way through the winter snow towards the mountain kingdom, and he said it bluntly.

It was an arduous journey, and even though Hermes had sent messengers to deliver the message before they set out, the support and hospitality they received along the way was not ideal.

The nobles along the way claimed that they had no idea that Hermes was coming, and that in many cases only servants greeted them, and were treated like ordinary travelers.

Supplies and extra horses were waiting at the fixed point, but this was not the case, so the horses suffered more than people, and the weather conditions were very bad.

When Borges reported, he felt him tremble all over his body, and he was close to complete collapse, but whenever he began to shake, he took a deep breath to steady himself and continued.

He said in a slightly trembling voice that they had been attacked on the plains of Pharrow before reaching the Blue Lagoon. He did not jump to conclusions, but described how the robbers used military tactics to fight, and although they were dressed in no duke's color, they were a group of thieves who were well-dressed and armed, and it was clear that Hermes was their intended target.

When the two pack beasts fled, none of the attackers left the team to chase them, but the real bandits usually preferred to chase the pack beasts with cargo rather than fight the armed men.

Hermes's men finally managed to repel the bandits, and the attackers understood that Hermes's guards would be dead and would rather sacrifice the last of their soldiers than surrender or give in, so they fled on horseback and abandoned their fallen comrades in the snow.

"They didn't beat people, but people didn't lose anything. Many supplies were lost, seven men and nine horses were killed, two were seriously wounded, and the other three were slightly wounded.

Prince Hermes decided to return the wounded to Fort Stag and let the two uninjured men accompany them back.

He continued his mission, leading his guards to the Kingdom of the Mountains, and then leaving them there to wait for him to return. Minrui was given the task of taking charge of the people who had returned, and also carried a written message from Hermes.

Fihrin didn't know the contents of the message, but Min Shwe and the others had been killed five days earlier, when people were walking along the Buck River when they were suddenly attacked on the border of the Principality of Tag.

It's the archers, and things happen very ...... Suddenly, four of the men were killed by arrows, and Filin's mount was wounded sideways.

Hong'er was a young horse, and as soon as he was hit by an arrow, he panicked and fell into the embankment, and he followed it.

The river was deep and the current was strong, and as he clung to Hong'er, the people fell into the river and rushed downstream, only to hear Minrui shouting for the others to continue riding, for someone had to return to Fort Stag, but none of them came back.

When Hong'er and Filin finally climb out of the Buck River, the people return to where they came from, and their bodies are found, but Minrui's papers are missing. ”

He stood up straight and spoke clearly, succinctly and to the point. His report provided a concise account of what had happened, with no mention of how he felt about being deported and how he felt about being the sole survivor.

Filin guessed that he must have drunk a lot of alcohol tonight, and wondered if he wanted someone to accompany him. But for now, he stood in silence waiting for the king to ask, but it had been too long. "Your Majesty?" he asked again.

King Creek moves in the shadow of the bed. "It reminds him of his youth," he said in a hoarse voice, "and I used to ride on a horse with a sword.

When one can no longer do this...... When a person loses that ability, he loses something more, he thinks. Still, how are your horses doing?"

Borges frowned. "Filin did everything he could to heal it, Your Majesty, and it won't be permanently damaged. ”

"Good, at least it's not too bad. By the way, at least it's not too bad. King Creek paused for a moment, and then the people listened to his breathing, which seemed to be struggling.

"Go and rest, good fellow. He finally spoke stiffly.