At this point, he couldn't do what he wanted to do again.

It is not for nothing that Filin could not sail the battleship himself.

Here, he can sit here and overlook and command the overall situation, and the brutal Red Ship robbers cannot threaten Film's life, and he can command multiple warships to launch an offensive at the same time, and send support if necessary.

He cleared his throat. But then he could not feel the sea breeze, nor could he hear the sails of the ship, nor could he face the robbers as he wished.

Kill them all with the knife in Filin's hand, and repay the blood debt. ”

A cold anger appeared on his face, and he paused for a moment before continuing, rather calmly, "That's right.

In order for the fleet to maximize its combat capabilities, each ship must have at least one person who can receive information from Film, and this person should also be able to inform Filmin of the details of the ship and the situation of the battle.

You see today that there is really a limit to what Filmin can do, and while Filmin can know what other people think, there is no way to influence them.

Sometimes Filin can find someone who is susceptible to Filin's arcane spells and affect his thoughts, but after all, it is very different from a quick reply to a direct question. ”

"Do you want to sail, Kaz Silverlight?"

The surprise is not enough to describe how Filin felt at the time.

"Film...... You just reminded Fei Lin that Fei Lin's arcane spell ability is still unstable, and you also said yesterday that Fei Lin is less like a swordsman in a fight, but more like a thug, despite the rare training......"

"Then let Filmin remind you that it's the winter solstice, and spring is not in a few months.

Filin told you that this is just a possibility, and that's it, and I can only do everything I can to help you master the craft, and I'm afraid the rest is up to you, Kaz Silverlight.

Can you practice all the arcane spells and swordsmanship before spring comes?"

"As you say, Your Highness the Prince.

Film can't promise, but will do his best. ”

"Very well," Hermes looked at Filin for a moment, "to start today?"

"Today, Fei Lin has to hunt today, and he doesn't dare to ignore his original mission because of this. ”

"These tasks do not contradict each other. Let Filmin follow you today!"

Fei Lin looked at him blankly, and after a while nodded in agreement. I thought he would get up and put on his winter coat and bring a sword, but he didn't expect him to come and grab Filin's forearm.

When he appeared in Firin's mind, he instinctively resisted him.

It's not like he's just shuttling back and forth in Film's mind in the past, as if cleaning up the messy papers on the table, but it really occupies Filmin's heart.

No one had been able to violate Filmin like this since Galen's torture, and although Filmin tried to break free of him, his wrist could not be shaken off like a piece of iron, and everything was suspended. You have to trust Film, can you?" Filmin stood there sweating, trembling like a horse that saw a snake in the stable.

Filmin didn't know.

Think about it!, he begged Filin, and then pulled his consciousness out of his mind a little.

Filin could still feel him, still waiting, but also knew that he was deliberately distancing himself from Filin's thoughts.

Filin's heart was racing wildly, and there was so much to do. However, he had to do so in order to regain his freedom from his career as an Assassin, and he could also use this opportunity to make all his secrets a thing of the past, rather than continuing to hide and betray Ariana's trust.

Filmin had to do this, but how could Filmin keep him from knowing Nighteye and everything people shared with each other?

People's containment is a secret, and I have to keep it a secret. So he's going to hunt alone today, you know?

No. It's stupid and dangerous. I have to be there, but don't worry, he won't let anyone find out.

"What were you doing?" Hermes asked aloud, grabbing Filin's wrist.

Filmin looked down into his eyes and saw that he didn't blame Film, but just asked like a child carved out of woodwork, and his inner self froze.

Fei Lin longs to be free from the shackles, hoping that there is someone in this world who can understand everything about Fei Lin and what kind of person Fei Lin really is. You've got Filmin to know you, Nighteye protests.

Yes, and I can't put it in danger. "You also have to trust Film. ”

Filin found himself saying this to the crown prince. When he still looked up at Filin thoughtfully, he asked again, "Your Royal Highness, do you trust Filin?"

"Yes. ”

He used these two words to express his trust in Film, and at the same time believed that everything Filmin did would not hurt him.

This may not sound like a big deal, but as the crown prince, it was an astonishing fact that he allowed his assassins to keep their secrets.

Years ago, his father bribed Film's loyalty, kept him fed, fed, and educated, and pinned a silver brooch to Film's placket;

And Hermes trusted Filmin so easily, which suddenly made Filmin feel that what he did was more meaningful than everything Filmin had obtained.

My love for him can't help but surge from my heart. How could Filin not trust him?

He smiled sheepishly. "As long as you have a heart, you can whisper in code. Then he went into Firin's heart again.

As long as he kept grabbing Filin's wrist, he could easily connect with Filin's thoughts, and I could feel him look down at him through Filin's eyes with curiosity and a hint of sadness. Mirrors are much more merciful. Filmin is really old.

He hid it in Filin's heart, and it was in vain to deny the truth of his words. So, it was a necessary sacrifice to be sacrificed, and he agreed with him.

He let go of Filin's wrist, and then a blurry overlapping image appeared in front of Filin's eyes, and he saw himself again, and then his vision returned to clarity. He turned cautiously, his eyes fixed on the horizon again, and then blocked his vision.

Without his touch, the feeling of communicating with each other's hearts is completely different.

Filmin slowly left the room, carefully descending the stairs like a glass full of wine.

That's right. It's easier if you don't pay too much attention to either of these situations. Take it easy.

Filin went downstairs to the kitchen and had a good breakfast, and tried to act as if he was fine.

Hermes was right, as long as Filin didn't care, it would be easier to keep in touch with each other.

While everyone was busy, Filmin secretly filled a plate of bread in the bag. "Going hunting?" the cook turned to ask Film, who nodded.

"Be careful, then. What are you going to hunt down this time?"

"Wild boar. "Film's nonsense. "Find one today, let's not kill it. Filmin thought it would add some spice to the winter celebrations. ”

"Who are you helping, Prince Hermes, you can't get him out of the castle, baby.

He had been in his room for so long, and poor King Creek had not had a decent meal with the people for weeks, and every time he came back a plate full of food, he wondered why he kept cooking his favorite dishes.

Now His Majesty Prince might be interested in going hunting, as long as he doesn't mess with his curly hair. The maids in the kitchen laughed, but his cheeks burned at the cook's bluntness. Steady.

They didn't know Filin was here, boy. Let me deal with these useless cool words, and remember not to betray the relationship between people.

Filin sensed Hermes's interest and concern about the matter, so he grinned at the cook and thanked her for letting him take the meat pie and leave the kitchen.

Soot rests in the stable, looking eager to get out.

Borges passed by as he saddled it on, his deep eyes staring at the finely carved scabbard and delicate hilt of the sword, and then clearing his throat, but he stood silent.

Filin has not been able to determine exactly what Borges knows about Filin's mission. Remembering that Filin once revealed his identity as an Assassin apprentice in the mountains, but this was before he injured his head while protecting Filin.

When he recovered, he said he had forgotten what had happened the day before he was injured, but Filin sometimes wondered if this was true.

Perhaps this was his sensible way of keeping it a secret, so that even those in the know could not talk to each other about it. "Be careful," he finally told Filin, "don't hurt this mare." ”

"People will be careful. Filmin agreed, and walked out with Soot past him.

Although Fei Lin had a mission, it was still early, he couldn't rush to carry out the mission, and the winter light outside was enough for Fei Lin to ride his horse and jog safely.

Filin took the soot and let it cheer up at his own pace, warming it up but not breaking a sweat.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds and the snow as he pulled the soot to steady it. People have to take a detour to the riverbed, and they have to take the road where people come and go.

Hermes was with him every second. People weren't talking, but he was exploring Filin's inner conversation. He enjoyed the fresh morning air and the quick reflexes of soot, as well as Film's youthful body.

But as he got farther and farther away from the castle, he felt that the feelings of each other changed from the initial light touch to the feeling of trying to hold each other's hands, and he couldn't help but wonder if he could keep it up.

Don't think about it, let it go. If you pay attention to every breath, even breathing will become laborious in the end.

Filin blinked, suddenly realizing that he was doing his morning routine in his study, and heard Charin discussing things with him like a buzzing bee in the distance.

Fihrin couldn't feel the night eye, and tried not to think about it, not to look for it, and struggled to reject it in his mind, just as he struggled to keep Hermes's consciousness in his heart.

Filin's habit of looking for his wolf so quickly, watching it wait for Filin's caress made Filin feel lonely, as if the most beloved knife on his belt was missing, and he lost his balance.