Filin went upstairs very slowly, then knocked on Borges's door.

"Who is it?" was Borges's voice.

"It's Filin. He opened the door and let Filin in. "What is Ariana doing here?" Filin asked, not caring what his tone sounded like, or the servant who sat on Borges's desk in bandages. "Does she need help?"

Borges cleared his throat. "She came for the herbs," he said with embarrassment, "but I couldn't help because Filin didn't have what she wanted, and then the servant came, and she stayed behind to help him take care of him." ”

"Constellation and Rem have a lot of herbs. I said.

"I told her that. He turned to clean up the items he had taken out to help the servant heal. But she didn't want to look for them. His tone was mysterious, as if to stimulate Film, forcing him to ask the next question.

"She's leaving," Filin whispered, "she's leaving." He sat down in his chair in front of the Borges fire, clasped his hands between his knees, and then found himself rocking back and forth, and tried to stop.

"Have you succeeded?" asked the servant calmly.

Film stopped shaking. Filin swore he didn't know what he was referring to at first. "That's right. Filmin said calmly. "Yes, he thought I had succeeded. ”

I have also succeeded in losing Ariana, in draining her loyalty and love, in taking her love for granted, in being consistent in what an assassin should do, and at the expense of any opportunity to have my own life in order to serve the king. Fihrin looked at Borges.

"Do you love Star Color?" asked Filmin suddenly. "When did you decide to leave her?" the servant froze, his eyes wide.

So, it turns out that there are still secrets that he doesn't know. I've never seen Borges's face so solemn, his hands crossed over his chest, as if restraining himself. Filin thought he might kill me, but maybe he was just trying to hide the pain inside.

"Please," continued Firin, "I must know. ”

He glared at Firin, then spoke cautiously. "I'm not a fickle person," he told Film, "and if Filmin had loved her, he would have loved her." ”

That's it.

Such feelings will never die. "However, you decided to ...... anyway"

"Somebody has to decide. Xingcai can't do it, so someone has to put an end to this torture for people. ”

It's like Ariana makes decisions for people. Filin tried to think about what to do next, but his head was empty, and he had to look at the servant. "Are you feeling better?" Filmin asked him.

"Much better than you. He replied sincerely.

"I mean your shoulder, he thought ......"

"It's just a sprain, it's not broken, it's much better than your wounded heart. ”

What a witty and good-natured banter, he really didn't know that he could mock Filmin so sympathetically, and this kindness almost broke Film.

"I don't know what to do. Filin said heartbrokenly. "How is he going to live?"

Borges gently placed a bottle of brandy in the center of the table and placed three wine glasses around the bottle. "People have to have a drink. He said. "Celebrating that Ariana has found happiness elsewhere, people will wish her well. ”

The people drank it all, and Borges poured three more glasses of wine.

The servant shook the brandy in the cup. "Was that wise?" he asked.

"Just now, he's had enough of being a smart man. Filin told him. "I'd rather be a fool. ”

"You don't know what you're talking about. He told Film, but still toasted with him, toasting all the fools;

And the third time is a toast to the people's king.

People do try hard to get drunk, but fate doesn't give them plenty of time.

There was a firm knock at Borges's door, and it must have been Rem with the basket, who quickly entered and closed the door.

"Help him get rid of this, okay?" she asked, then placed the dead chickens in the basket on the table in front of the people.

"Supper!" declared the servant with joy.

It took Rem a while to realize the situation the people were in. It seemed that this made her angry.

"While people are gambling with their lives and reputation, you're getting drunk here!" she turned to Borges, "why haven't you learned to do that for twenty years doesn't solve things!"

Borges didn't flinch at all. "There are some things that can't be solved. He pointed out philosophically.

"Drinking makes it easier for Filmin to live with those things. He easily got up and stood firmly in front of her, and years of drinking seemed to have taught him a knack for dealing with such things. "What do you need?"

Rem pursed her lips and decided to continue his conversation later. "He's going to get rid of it, and he's going to need ointment to heal his bruises. ”

"Aren't anyone here looking for a doctor?" the servant asked to himself, but Rem ignored it.

"That's why I'm here, so it's best to go back with the medicine lest anyone want to see it.

In fact, Filin came to Kaz and asked him if he knew of a guard with an axe to split the door of King Creek's house. ”

Filin nodded heavily, not intending to stand gracefully like Borges, but the servant jumped up and shouted, "What?" he suddenly scolded Filin, "I thought you said you succeeded!

"The best I've been able to achieve in a very short period of time. Filmin retorted. "It's either success or failure, people have done their best.

Besides, if you think about it, it was a sturdy oak door, and it would have taken them a while to break in, and even if they did, they would find that the inner door of the king's bedroom was also locked. ”

"How did you do that?" Borges asked calmly.

"Not me. Filmin blurted out, then looked at the servant. "I'm saying that, what people need now is trust each other. ”

Filin turned to face Rem. "The queen and the stars are alright, and how are the masquerade going?"

"It went well. The queen was injured in a fall, and I myself am not sure if she will be able to save the baby in her womb, because miscarriages from falls sometimes don't happen immediately, but people don't have to worry about it.

But Valles was busy, the man claimed to be a physician and knew too little about herbs. As for the prince......" Rem looked sneering and said no more.

"Isn't there anyone but me who is worried about the danger of letting rumors of miscarriage spread?" asked the servant briskly.

"I don't have time to think of anything else. Filmin retorted. About a day later, the queen would deny the rumor and say that the child seemed to be fine. ”

"So, people were safe for a while. Borges said.

"But what will happen next? Just watch the King and Queen Floya be sent to the Commercial Beach?"

"Trust. I just need a day of trust. Filmin said cautiously, hoping that would be enough.

"Also, people now have to disperse and live as smoothly as possible. ”

"A master of the stables without horses and a servant without a king. The servant said. Borges and Filin could continue to drink, he thought, this is normal life in extraordinary times.

As for you, Kaz, he doesn't know what title you've given yourself these days, let alone what you've been doing. So ......"

"No one is going to continue to sit and drink. Rem chanted prophetically.

As Kaz said, put the bottles aside, keep your head above water, and then disband. People behave here in a way that is enough to lead to death by hanging for betrayal. Of course, apart from you, Kaz Silverglow, you will be poisoned, because people of royal blood are not allowed to be hanged. ”

Her words had a chilling effect.

Borges picked up the cork and resealed the bottle, while Rem left with the basket containing the ointment given by Borges, and the servants followed her later.

By the time he said goodbye to Borges, he had already disposed of the fowl and was plucking the last few solid feathers, which showed that he was doing his best work.

Filmin hangs out for a while, and looks back to see if anyone is following Film. Floya was supposed to be resting, and Filin didn't think she could stand Starstar's nagging, or what she had just seen.

If the servant is in his own room, it means that he does not want to be accompanied by anyone, and if it is somewhere else, then Filin does not know where it is.

People from the interior invaded the entire Fort Stag like a plague, comparable to fleas on a sick dog.

Flynn walked to the kitchen and stole some gingerbread, then wandered around gloomily, trying not to think and acting apathetic, while turning back to the hut where Flynn had once hid Nighteye. The house was now empty, desolate inside and out.

Nighteye hadn't been hiding here for a long time, and the dense wooded hills it had chosen were just behind Fort Stag. However, after a while, Filin saw its shadow pass through the threshold and enter the house through the open door.

Perhaps the most reassuring aspect of the source of intelligence is that it never needs to be explained.

Film didn't need to recount what had happened the day before, or look for words to describe what it was like to see Ariana leave Film, and it didn't ask questions or talk to Filmin with pity.

Human affairs mean little to it, and it only acts according to the intensity of Filin's feelings, without asking why. I saw it come over and sit with Filin on the dirty floor, let Filin hold it with one hand, and then Filin leaned his face on its neck hair.

Humans are really useless!, and after a while it said to Film. How can you still hunt together when you're both running in different directions?

Filmin didn't answer the question because Filmin didn't know the answer, and it didn't expect an answer.