They can gossip in the laundry room or weave the cloth, but no one is allowed to speak ill of you in the film's kitchen. ”

She glanced up at Filin with a deep dark wink, and Firin's heart was frozen with fear. Rumors?about Filmin and Ariana?

"When you were a kid, you used to eat at Film's place, and you stood next to Filmin to help him stir the food in the pot and talk to Filmin, and he thought it would make Filmin know you better than most people.

They say you're fighting like a beast, and they say it's because you're inherently beastly, which is nasty!

The corpses of the group were horrible, but Filin had seen the furious people do even more horrible things.

When the halibut's daughter had suffered an indescribable death, she cut the beast into pieces with a fish-cutting knife, and cut it in public in the market-place, as if she had cut bait and put a fishing line, and you did nothing worse than that. ”

Filin felt a sudden dizzy sense of fear.

With bestiality...... Not so long ago, people burned people alive who possessed the ability of intellectual origin. "Thank you," Filmin thanked him in a calm tone, as best he could, adding a little bit of truth, "That's not exactly what Filmin did.

They're ...... When he saw them, they were fighting for their prey. ”

"It's Gina's daughter. You don't need to hide anything from Film, Kaz. I also have children of my own, although they are all grown up, but if they are attacked, he will pray anyway that there will be someone like you to protect them, or avenge them, if that's all you can do. ”

"I'm afraid that's all there can be to do, Cook. Film's whole body trembled.

It wasn't pretended, just because he saw the little bloody fist again, and he blinked but couldn't shake the sight. "Filin has to hurry now, and today he is going to meet King Creek. ”

"Yes? That's good news. Take these with you!" she walked over to the cupboard and took out a covered tray filled with small pastries baked with cheese and seedless raisins, and then placed a pot of hot tea and a clean teacup next to the pastry, lovingly arranging the pastries.

"You'll have to watch him eat these, Kaz. These are his favorite foods, and if he eats one, he eats the rest, and that's good for him. ”

Me too.

Filmin jumped up as if he had been pricked by a needle, so he tried to cover it up with a cough, pretending to choke suddenly, but the cook looked at Filmin with strange eyes, and he coughed again and nodded to her.

Filin was sure he must have loved it. Filmin said in a choked voice, and walked out of the kitchen with the tray in his hand.

Some of the eyes followed Filin's footsteps, and he smiled pleasantly, pretending not to know why they were laughing.

Filmin didn't know you were still with Film. Filin told Hermes. Filin took a little effort to recall all the thoughts he had had since he left the beacon, and then thanked Ada for making Filin decide not to go to Nighteye first.

But even if Filmin put these thoughts aside, he wasn't sure how secretive it was.

Filmin knows. Film has no intention of spying on you, he just wants you to know that you can do it when you're not so nervous.

Filin explores his codeword voices. I'm biased for you. Filmin pointed this out as he climbed the stairs.

I'm sorry to bother you. Filmin will let you know that Filmin is with you from now on, so should Filmin leave now? No, not yet.

Stay a little longer, and meet King Creek with Filin!

Filin sensed that he had agreed. Filin paused in front of Crick's door, steadied the tray with one hand, and hurriedly smoothed his hair back with the other, and straightened his short blouse, realizing that his hair had been a big problem lately.

When Filin had a fever in the mountains, Tiger helped him cut his hair short, and now his hair was so long that Filin didn't know whether to tie a ponytail like Borges or the guards, or put his hair over his shoulders, just as Filin had been a messenger back then.

Filmin has grown up and can no longer tie only half a braid like a little boy.

Tie your hair back at the back of your head, kid. Filmin dared to say that you are entitled to tie a warrior's braids, just like any guard, as long as you don't go to great lengths to get your hair curled.

Filmin held back a smile and knocked on the door.

Filin waited for a moment, then knocked harder.

Just say you're here and open the door and go in, Hermes suggested Filin.

"It's Kaz Silverlight, Your Majesty. Filin brought some food from the cook. Filin reached open the door and found that someone had locked it from the inside.

Strangely, his father would never lock the door like this, at most he would find someone to watch the door, but he would never lock the door behind it and ignore the knock.

Can you pry open the door?

Perhaps, but let Filmin try again. Filin only tried to knock the door.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" someone whispered from within, but it took a long time to open several latches, only to see the man inside open the door the width of a palm, and then Filin saw Vales staring at Filin like a rat under a cracked wall.

"What do you want to do?" he asked Filin reproachfully.

"I've come to the king. ”

"He's asleep, at least soundly asleep before you knock the door and yell. Now you go!"

"Wait a minute. Filin reached into the crack in the door with his boot-clad foot, and straightened his collar with his unfinished hand, revealing the redstone brooch that Filin wore almost all the time.

The door slammed shut at Film's feet, and he leaned in as far as he could with his shoulder against the door, taking care not to let the tray fall down.

"This brooch was given to Filin by King Crick many years ago, and he said that if Filin wore it, he would be allowed to see him. ”

"Even if he's asleep?" asked Vales, maliciously.

"He doesn't have a limit. What about you?" said Film, glaring at him through the crack in the door, and he thought for a moment before taking a few steps back.

"Then you're welcome, just come in, and let you see the sleeping king, who is in good health and needs to rest, and you are trying to rest and you are disturbing him.

As his doctor, he really wanted to tell him to take back your sissy brooch so you wouldn't bother him anymore. ”

If the king thinks so, he will no longer argue. ”

He bowed deliberately and stepped aside. I was tempted to knock the knowing sneer off his face, but I ignored it.

"Very well," he said knowingly as he passed by the film, "sweets will upset his stomach and add to his burden. You're a thoughtful boy, aren't you?"

Filmin kept his temper under control. Is Crick not in the living room, but in the bedroom?

"Are you really going to bother him there? well, why not? You're so rude, so why would Filin expect you to be thoughtful?" Valles' tone was full of malicious arrogance.

Filin still kept his temper under control.

Ignore him, just turn to him now. This was not a suggestion from Hermes, but an order. Carefully placing the tray on a small table, Filin took a breath and turned to face Valles. "Do you hate Film?" Filmin asked him bluntly.

He took a step back, but didn't forget to keep his taunt alive. "Hate you, as a physician, why would he mind a daredevils who break in and disturb the patient's rest?"

"There's smoke everywhere in this room, why?"

Smoking?

This is a medicinal herb used by people in the mountainous area, which is not commonly used as a medicine and has no other effect except for pain relief, but it is more often burned for recreation, just like people use Karisian seeds in the spring celebration. Your brother loves this.

So did his mother. If it's the same herb, according to her, it's called laughing leaves.

It's pretty much the same, but the plants in the mountains grow taller, the leaves look much healthier, and the smoke comes out thicker.

Filin and Hermes spoke faster than the blink of an eye, and the message was delivered as quickly as it was thought of using code whispers.

Valles was still pouting over Film's question. "Do you claim to be a doctor?" he asked.

"Nope. But Film's knowledge of herbs and his practical experience with herbs is that smoke is not suitable for a hospital room. ”

Valles thought for a moment how to answer Firin. "Well, the pleasure of the king is not the doctor's concern. ”

"Well, maybe it's up to me to take care of it. Filming suggested to him, and then turned away, picked up the tray and pushed the door open into the dimly lit bedroom of the king.

The smoke here is thicker, and the smell of the whole room is unappetizing. The fire burned so hard that the room was closed and stuffy, and the air seemed to be as still and dirty as if it hadn't flowed for weeks, making the air in his lungs feel rather heavy.

The king lay motionless in a pile of feathers and snoring and breathing, and he looked around for an empty place for a tray.

The small table beside his bed was full of clutter, on which was a smoky incense burner, the ash of which had drifted to the top of the burner and accumulated into a thick layer, but the fire was cold, and beside it lay a goblet of warm red wine, and a bowl of dirty gray gruel.

Filmin placed the utensils on the table, wiped the table clean with his sleeve, and placed the tray on it. As he approached the king's bedside, he smelled a musty stench, which grew stronger when he leaned over the king.

It's not like Creek at all.

Hermes was just as unhappy as Filin. He hadn't summoned Filmin lately, and I was too busy to see him unless he said he wanted to see Film.

The last time Filin saw him in his living room one night, and I remember complaining of a headache, but it was ...... The thought faded among the people.

Fihrin glanced up at Valles peering at the door, an expression on his face that he didn't know whether to call it satisfaction or confidence, but it made him angry.