He gritted his teeth and said the last few words, and Filin suddenly saw that his sympathy for Filin masked his frustration.

I saw him take a few steps, then stop and stare at the fire.

"People used to talk about it for a long time. Jiang had knowledge of the mountains that Fei Lin had never heard of, and Fei Lin told her about the cures that Fei Lin knew, but people agreed that it was best to let you recuperate for a long time, and they thought that you would survive.

Your body may one day expel the last remaining poison, and the damage in your body may not be cured. ”

"Or—" Filmin added calmly, "Filmin may have spent the rest of his life like this, only to have some permanent damage caused by poison or beatings.

Damn it, Your Majesty, kick Filin like that when he was tied up. ”

Borges stood like an ice sculpture and then fell into a chair in the shadows, his tone full of frustration.

"That's right. This is just as likely to happen as anything else. But don't you know that people don't have a choice?

Filming allows you to take laxatives to force the removal of toxins from your body, but if it is an internal injury rather than poisoning.

Doing so will only make you weaker and your own healing will take more time.

He stared at the flames, then raised his hand to stroke a trace of his white sideburns. Not only did Filin suffer from His Majesty's tricks, but Borges himself had just recovered from an accident from a blow to the head, and if he had been replaced by someone else whose skull was not hard enough, he would have died long ago.

Filin knew that he had endured a long period of vertigo and blurred vision, but he did not remember that he ever complained. Filin is reasonable, so he feels a little ashamed.

"So what should Filmin do?"

As if awakened from a slumber, Borges said: "That's what people have done! Wait, eat, rest." Take it easy and see what happens. Would that be scary?" Filmin ignored his question.

"If Film's condition doesn't improve, if Filmin lies like he is now, and will tremble or convulse at any moment?" he replied slowly, "then try to live with it." Many people are worse off than you, and you're fine most of the time.

You're not blind or paralyzed, you haven't become stupid, stop defining yourself by what you can't do.

Why not think about what you haven't lost?"

"What did Filmin not lose? Filmin didn't have anything to lose?" Filmin's anger rose like a flock of birds taking off, as if caused by panic.

"There's nothing to be done with Film, Borges, Filmin can't go back to Fort Buck like this!

Film is good, even worse than nothing, and he is nothing more than a victim of wasted time.

If Filin can go back and mash His Majesty into a mashed meat, maybe it's worth a try.

However, Filin must be at the same table with His Majesty and be respectful to the man who plotted to overthrow Hermes and, by the way, kill Filin.

Filin couldn't stand it as he watched Filin tremble weakly, or faint suddenly due to an illness, and he didn't want to see him smile at his masterpiece, let alone taste victory, because it was known that he would try to kill Filin again.

Perhaps he had learned that he was no match for Hermes, or that he might have respected his brother's authority and his sister-in-law, but he doubted that he would treat him in the same way.

Filmin will be another weapon against Hermes, and when he comes, what will Filmin do?

Sit by the fire like an old man who has had a stroke, do nothing, do nothing!

Filin's training, Haod's weapons instruction, Firensmann's meticulous writing teachings, and even all the ways you taught Filin how to heal animals!

It's all in vain! Filmin can't do anything.

Filmin returns to being a minor monggret, Borges, and has been told that only the illegitimate children of the royal family who have value of use can survive.

Basically, Filin yelled at him with the last few words, but no matter how angry and helpless Fihrin was, he didn't dare to mention the Assassin training that Etro and Fihrin had received, and now Fihrin had lost even that skill.

All of Film's skilful stealing, his precise way of killing with touch, and his painstaking efforts to stir up poison were now all prevented by Film's gurgling body.

Borges sat quietly and listened to what Filin said. As he sat on the bed gasping for air as his anger subsided, he clenched his hands that trembled disobediently, and he spoke calmly.

"So, you're saying people aren't going back to Fort Bucks?" the answer threw Filmin off balance.

"People?" "Filmin dedicated his life to the man who wore that earring.

There's a long story behind this, and maybe Filmin will tell you someday. Constellation doesn't have the right to give it to you, and Filin thinks it's gone with the silver glow.

Perhaps she thought it was just a small piece of jewelry that her husband had worn, so she decided to keep it or give it away.

You're wearing it now, anyway, and wherever you go, Filmin has to follow you. ”

Verse 4: Snatching his brother's throne

Filming raised his hand to stroke the gadget, a small blue stone entwined in a silver net, and Filmin removed it.

"Don't do that. Borges said. The quiet words were deeper than a dog's howl, but his tone was menacing and commanding, and Filin had to let go, unable to ask him why.

He brought up the outcast of Film, but now he has to entrust his future to Film, sitting in front of the fire and waiting for Filmin's reply.

Filin looked at him carefully from the leaping firelight. He had been a true giant in Film's eyes, swarthy and menacing, but also a rude protector, and this was perhaps the first time Filmin had treated him as a normal person.

He had the dark hair and eyes of an outlander, which people echoed, but his eyes were brown instead of black, and his cheeks above his curly beard were red by the wind, so it was evident that his ancestors were from afar, and that his complexion should have been fairer.

He walks with a limp, especially in cold weather.

He is said to have become legendary by subduing a wild boar that tried to kill Silverglow, except that he is no longer as tall as he once was.

If Filmin continues to grow taller, he may be taller than him within a year. And he was not stronger than he had been before, but had a sense of wholesomeness and wholeness, which made him feared in Fort Stag not because of his physical shape but because of his gloomy temper and tenacity.

When he was very young, he asked him if he had ever lost. At the time, he had just calmed a young and vigorous stallion in the stable, and was still calming it. Borges bared his teeth

Laughing, showing his wolf-white teeth, beads of sweat on his forehead raining down his cheeks and into his dark beard. He then spoke to Filin from the other end of the stable. "Lose?" he gasped, "a fight doesn't end until a winner is decided, Fitz."

You just have to keep that in mind, no matter what the other opponent, or even the other horse, thinks. ”

Fei Lin couldn't help but wonder if Fei Lin was also a fight he had to win, as he often said that Fei Lin was the last task given to him by Silver Hui.

Filin's father was humiliated by his presence, but he handed Filin over to this man and told him to raise Filin well, perhaps Borges thought he was not up to the task.

"What do you think Filin should do?" Filin asked humbly, but it wasn't easy to say this with such humility.

"Heal," he said after a moment, "to take time for you to heal yourself, which is barely possible." He looked down at himself as he stretched his legs towards the fire, his lips moving slightly, but not smiling.

"Do you think people should go back?" Filin urged him.

He leaned back in his chair, his boot-clad feet folded at his ankles, his eyes fixed on the fire.

He spent a long time pondering how to answer, and finally reluctantly said: "If the people do not go back, Your Majesty will think that he has won, and then try to kill Hermes, or at least take his brother's throne by all means."

Fihrin swore to the king, and so did you, Fitz.

Now the people's king is Crick, but Hermes is the crown prince, and Filin does not think that he has to wait for nothing. "He has other soldiers, but they are all more capable than Filmin." ”

"Does that free you from your commitments?"

"You look like a priest arguing. ”

"Filmin didn't argue at all, just asked you question after question. If you abandon Fort Buck, what are you turning your back on?"

This moment he was silent. Fihrin did miss Crick and Filin's oath to him, as well as Hermes's sincere zeal and openness to Firin.

Filin remembered old Etro when Filin was a little enlightened. Slowly revealing a smile, Lady Starlight and her maids Rem, Ferensmann and Haod, and even the cook Sarah and the tailor Hurry Storm.

Not many people cared for Film, but it also made the status of these people more important in Filmin's heart, even if Filmin really didn't return to Fort Bucks, he would miss them deeply.

However, what jumped into Film's heart like a rekindled ember was Film's memories of Ariana.

Sometimes, Filmin somehow would mention her to Borges, and he would just nod and listen to Film's full story.

When he spoke, he only told that the candle shop was closed when the drunken old guy died of debt, and that his daughter was forced to move to a relative's house in another town.

Although he didn't know which town it was, he was convinced that if he was determined enough, he would be able to find this place.

"Know your heart before you act. He then added, "If you can't give her anything, let her go!"

Letting her go may be your best choice.

Filin's heart was actually very entangled, he didn't know what the meaning of what he had done before, he only knew that the consequences had been done.

It is useless to regret it, it is better to let it go and ignore it.