"Filin told you I wasn't hungry, servant. ”

"You said that, but you didn't say don't bring food. ”

"What if I did?"

"Then he'll tell you it's not food, it's the kind of steam jug that Vass bothers you, but at least it will make you smell more aromatic. Also, this is not bread, but an ointment for your tongue, so please apply it immediately!"

"Oh!" said King Creek, as he approached the table and took a sip of the soup, which was made of barley mixed with carrots and pieces of minced meat. Crick tasted it, and then he ate it.

"Do you think Film's healing skills are at least as good as those of Vashit?" the servant snorted in a smug voice.

"You know that Valles is not a doctor, he is just a servant of Firin. ”

"Filin knows, and you know, but Vass himself doesn't, so you've been in bad health. ”

"Enough, enough. Come here, Kaz, don't stand there giggling like a nerd. What are you going to tell Film?"

Filin glanced at the servant, and then decided not to ask the king if Filin could speak freely in front of the servant, just because Filin did not want to offend the king or the servant. So, he kept his report brief and said nothing about the more secret operations.

Crick listened attentively and didn't say anything after listening, only accusing Filin of his gaffe at the duke's banquet.

He then asked Duke Planck of Velotru if he was pleased with the peace in the territory of his duchy, to which he replied that he thought so at the time of Film's departure.

Crick nodded, then asked about the scroll that Filmin had transcribed.

Filmin took out the scroll and showed it to him, and he also praised Film's beautiful handwriting. He told Filin to take the scroll to the map room in Hermes, and made sure he knew about it.

Then he asked Filin if he had seen the ancient spirit relics, and he described them in detail.

The servants watched the people quietly like owls from the stone platform of the fireplace. Creek dined under the attentive gaze of the servant, while Filin read aloud the words on the scroll.

When he finished, he sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, then, let Filmin take a look at the scroll you transcribed. He wondered as he ordered.

Filin handed him the scroll transcripts, and he looked at them carefully again, then re-rolled them back to Filin, and said, "You write so elegantly, boy, every stroke is a masterpiece."

Take them to the map room in Hermes and let him know about it. ”

"Of course, Your Majesty. Filmin stammered back, confused. Filin didn't understand why he was repeating what he had just said, and wasn't sure if he was waiting for Filin to respond otherwise.

The servant then got up and glanced at Firin, but the look that Filin caught was not just a glance, although he only raised his eyebrows slightly and moved his lips, he could see that he was motioning for Filin to remain silent.

The servants were pleasantly conversing with the king while they were putting away their plates, and then the people were sent away at the same time.

As the people left, the king was staring at the fire.

People exchanged glances more calmly in the hallway. Filin opened his mouth to speak, but the servant began to whistle until the people reached the middle of the staircase, and then he grabbed Filin's sleeve, and the people stopped on the staircase between the two floors.

Fihrin sensed that he had chosen this place carefully, because no one could see or hear people talking, and the view from here was unobstructed. Then the servant took the token to Filin's nose and asked the mouse on top of the token to speak to me, and he pretended to be a mouse and squeaked and said, "Oh, you and Filin, people should remember what he had forgotten, Kaz, and keep it a secret for his safety."

The strength he showed tonight was too much of a burden for him, and don't let that fool you.

You have to cherish and obey what he repeats for you, because it means that he values them more and is sure that he will tell you himself. ”

Filin nodded, deciding to hand the scroll to Hermes that night. "Filin doesn't care much about Valles. "I have an opinion on the servants.

"You don't have to worry about the vas, you have to worry about the middle ears of the wall. He replied solemnly, suddenly holding the tray high above his head with his slender fingers, and then he walked down the stairs with a leap of joy, leaving Fillin alone to think.

Filin sent the scroll away that night, and the next day carried out the task that Hermes had previously assigned. Filin poisoned the sausages and smoked fish full of fat, and then wrapped them into small bundles so that Filin could easily scatter them on the ground when escaping the smelters, hoping that the dose would be enough to deal with the pursuers.

Every morning Filin reads in Hermes's map room, then saddles the soot and rides with Filin's poison to the places most likely to be surrounded by those who are smelted.

From previous experience, he carried a short sword with him on his horseback expeditions, which Afa and Borges were initially curious about.

Fihrin explained that Fihrin was scouting for hunting, as Hermes might have a winter hunting plan or something.

Afa easily believed it, but Borges's closed lips told Filin that he knew Filin was lying, and that Filin couldn't tell the truth. He didn't ask any further, but he didn't like it either.

Twice in ten days, he was surrounded by those who had been smelted, but he was able to get out of his trap easily, and he had time to throw food out of his bag, and watched them fall to the ground, greedily untying the bundle of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.

The next day, Filmin would return to the scene to record for Hermes how many people Filmin had eliminated and what they looked like.

The second group of people who attacked the film did not match the previous records, and it was suspected that this meant that there were more people being smelted than they had heard.

Filmin took the task seriously but was not proud. Not only are they dead, but they are sadder than they were alive.

It was a group of thin, ragged creatures, covered in frostbite and wounds caused by cannibalism, and their corpses were exaggeratedly twisted and deformed by the poison.

Frost flashed on their beards and eyebrows, and the blood that flowed from their mouths formed blood clots on the snow, like frozen rubies.

In this way, Filin killed seven of the smelted men, then piled pine branches on top of the frozen corpses, poured oil on them, and set them on fire.

When the little wolf knew that he was going to ride out after feeding him every day, he begged to go with him, but once he was standing in front of a frozen corpse.

He heard, this is not hunting, this is not. This is not the work of wolves, but the actions of humans.

Before he could reproach him for breaking into Film's mind, it disappeared from there.

Filmin returns to Fort Buck in the evening to be greeted with hot fresh food, a warm fire, dry clothes, and a soft bed.

But the ghosts of those who are smelted are stuck between the film and these warm comforts.

Fei Lin felt that he was a beast without blood and tears, and he was still in the mood to enjoy food and clothing after killing people during the day.

The only consolation that festered Flyn was that whenever he fell asleep, he dreamed of Arianna, walking and talking to her, unenveloped by the shadows of the smelters and unafraid of their frost-stained corpses.

One day Filin set off later than expected, only because Hermes had left Filin in his map room for a long talk. A blizzard was coming, but he didn't think it was a serious matter, and I wasn't going to go far that day.

When he set out, he saw a new sight, a group of smelters more than Filin had expected.

However, Filin continued to ride forward, maintaining a high level of alertness among his five senses, and the sixth intellectual origin perception was not helpful in finding the smelted person at all. The clouds gathering in the sky obscured the daylight with a surprisingly fast speed, and the sight made Filmin and Soot feel like the hunting trail was getting longer and longer.

When he finally glanced up from the pursuit, he had to admit that they had just dodged Film, and Filmin found himself unexpectedly away from Fort Stag and off any path that was full of tracks.

The wind was blowing, and it was a cold wind that foretold the coming snow. Filming wrapped his cloak tighter, allowing Soot to turn and head home, relying on his ability to recognize his way and pace, it didn't take long for it to get dark, and the snow was falling non-stop, and if it weren't for Film's frequent nighttime travels through the area, he would have lost his way.

However, as the people continued to move on, it seemed as if they had entered the center of the storm, and the cold air hit and made Filin shiver, and he was afraid that if this continued, the spasms that had not tormented Filin for a long time would flare up again.

When the wind finally blew the clouds away, he couldn't help but feel grateful, and the moonlight and starlight also came through the layers of dark clouds, illuminating people's path.

Despite wading through a lot of snow, people walked more steadily out of the sparse birch forest to a hill that had been ravaged by wildfires a few years ago.

Because there was no shelter around, the wind was stronger.

Filmin tightened his cloak and straightened his collar to keep out the cold wind. Filin knew that once he reached the top of the hill, he would see the lights of Fort Stag and another hill in the distance, and the stream would lead Filin to the trail that would take Filin home.

So, in a happier mood, he crossed the flat belly of the mountain and continued on his way.

Coldly, there was a thunderous rumbling of horses' hooves, but it seemed to be hindered by something.

Soot slowed down and threw his head back to neigh, and Filin saw a horse and a knight charge straight for Filin, then run downhill to the south.

There was a knight on the horse's back, and two men holding on to them, one grasping the leather rope on the horse's chest, and the other holding the knight's leg, only to see an undulating sword and sword shadow, and the man who grabbed the knight's leg suddenly screamed, and then fell to the snow and rolled screaming.

But the other man grabbed the horse's halter and tried to drag it to a halt, when two more rushed out of the bushes to catch up with the struggling horse and the knight.