He stepped back after telling Film, hanging down his axe and leaning on it to breathe, who hurriedly dropped the axe to the ground with a thud. It didn't work.

In Filin's mind, Hermes was still very quiet. Filmin caught a glimpse of him sitting down and staring out the window, gazing at the horizon on the other side of the sea, the morning sun relentlessly illuminating the wrinkles on his face and the gray hair on his head, and his shoulders leaning forward, a gesture that matched the feeling of Film's heart.

Film's eyes closed for a moment, too tired to do anything, and the two of them suddenly fit together, and then Filmin saw the horizon that revealed the future of the people. The people are being attacked by a powerful enemy, and they are eager to exterminate them here, and that is the only goal.

They had no land to cultivate, no children to take care of, and no animals to guard so that they could concentrate on plundering the land in unison.

However, people try to live a normal life while also trying to protect themselves from persecution.

For the Red Boat robbers, their brutality was a daily routine, that is, they only wanted to destroy people. People aren't

warriors, and have not been involved in warfare for generations, and the training of people's armies is only suitable for taking on a reasonable enemy.

So, how do people resist the murder of the madmen? What kind of weapons do people have? Filmin looked around.

Filmin - Filmin became Hermes.

This person. Such a man, emaciated by the ecstasy of struggling to defend the people and indulging in arcane spells. Such a person, trying to motivate people and inspire people to stand up and defend themselves.

Such a man, while people are downstairs plotting and arguing, is here staring into the distance with his eyes. It didn't work. People will eventually be on the road to destruction.

A wave of despair swept over Film, threatening to pull him down. It was churning around Film, but he suddenly found a foothold in the middle of it, and here he could not help but feel a creepy absurdity when he saw that all his efforts would be in vain.

Four unfinished ships with untrained crews, beacons and flame signals alert feeble resistance to slaughter.

Borges stood in the cold with the axe and Filin, while Hermes stared out the window, while his majesty downstairs drugged his own father in the hope that he would lose his mind.

Then you can inherit this mess, which Filin does not doubt. All efforts were in vain, but it is hard to imagine what would happen if you gave up.

Then, with an uncontrollable burst of laughter welling up in his heart, he stood against the axe and laughed, as if the world was the funniest thing Filin had ever seen.

At this time, Borges and Hermes glared at Filin in unison, and the corners of Hermes's mouth showed a smile that seemed to respond, and a bright light in his eyes shared Filin's madness.

"Boy, are you alright?" Borges asked Filin.

"I'm fine, very good. Filin told them both in a faded laugh.

Filmin straightened himself up again and shook his head, and Filmin swore he almost felt clear.

"Hermes. I said, hugging his consciousness with my own consciousness.

It was easy, it had always been, but he used to think that he would lose something by doing so.

People don't fit together, but they fit together like two bowls stacked in a cupboard.

He harnessed the film with ease, like a properly placed backpack to me, and he took a breath and raised his axe.

"One more time. I said to Borges.

When he attacked, he no longer thought of him as Borges, but as a guy with an axe to kill Hermes.

Before he could control his strength, he pushed him to the ground, and when he stood up and shook his head, he saw a hint of anger on his face. When the people confronted each other again, he effectively fought back.

"The third time. He told Film, a battle-hardened smile on his weather-beaten face.

The people were tossed together in the joy of struggle, and he won him cleanly again.

The men slammed into each other twice, and then Borges suddenly stepped back from Firin's head-on blow, stood with his axe hanging down to the floor, crouched slightly forward until his normal breathing rate was restored, and then stood up and looked at Hermes.

"He's learned," he said hoarsely, "he's got the hang of it, and although it's not perfect, it's not enough to practice to increase your strength."

You've made a wise choice for him, and this axe is his weapon. ”

Hermes nodded slowly. "And he's Filin's weapon. ”

In the third summer of the Battle of the Red Ships, the warships of the five principalities tasted blood.

Although there were only four warships in total, it represented a major strategic change in the defense of the territory, and the head-on confrontation between the people and the red ships quickly made it clear that they had long forgotten how to play the role of warriors.

The robbers were right, people had become a farming race.

However, the people were a group of farmers who were determined to fight, and it was quickly learned that the robbers were resourceful and brutal warriors.

It turned out that none of them surrendered or were captured alive, and that was perhaps the number one clue to the nature of smelting and what kind of war people were fighting.

However, such a hint is sometimes so subtle that people don't even have time to survive and find it strange.

The following winter days passed quickly, making the first half of this winter seem very long.

The independent parts of film's life are also strung together by the thread of film like beads.

Filin believes that it would be incredible to pause and think about how he could separate all this intricacies.

But Filmin was still young at the time, perhaps younger than Filmin had imagined, and somehow had enough time and energy to do it completely.

Filin's day begins before dawn, beginning with Hermes' lesson.

Borges appears here at least twice a week with his axe, but mostly Hermes and Filin are alone.

He trained Film's arcane spell perception, but not like Galen.

He had already arranged specific tasks for Filmin in his mind, and he used these to train Film.

Filmin learns to see through his eyes, and he uses Film's eyes.

Film's practice is to be alert to his dexterous way of harnessing Film's attention, as well as to keep a constant report of his inner condition so that he is aware of what is happening around him.

This meant that Filin had to take him away from the beacon and let him participate in Film's other routines as if he had stretched out his wrist for the eagle to stop on it.

At first, he was able to keep the secret spell connection for a few hours, but later he was able to share his inner thoughts for days, but the connection did weaken over time.

This is not a secret word from Filin himself to Hermes, but a containment formed by touch, and it must be constantly updated.

Although Filin's ability stops there, he still gets a sense of accomplishment from it.

I also spent the time in the Queen's garden helping to carry the stools, statues, and pots until Floya found a satisfactory arrangement.

Fihrin always made sure that Hermes and Fihrin were together during this time, hoping that he would feel better when he saw the queen in the eyes of others.

Especially as she was enthusiastically tidying up that snowy garden, her pink cheeks and blonde hair blown alive by the wind, that's what he wanted him to see.

He heard her tell him that he hoped the garden would bring him joy, but was that a betrayal of Floya's trust in Firin?

Determined to shake off this uneasiness, Filin takes him to visit Stars and Rem.

I also tried to bring Hermes out into the crowd. Ever since he embarked on a heavy arcane spell mission, he had rarely had the opportunity to spend time with his beloved masses.

Filin led him to the kitchen, the guardhouse, and the stables, and then to the tavern in Fort Bucks;

And he always led Filmin to the dockyard, so that Filmin could witness the final stage of the battleship project.

Later, Filin would come to the dock where the ships were berthed and talk to the crew about what they knew about the ships, and let him know that there were complaints about some refugees from the outer islands who had been allowed to join the battle lineup.

It can be seen that the skillful skills of this group of people have transformed these ships into agile warships, and their professional knowledge has also enhanced the combat capabilities of the warships, but it is also obvious that too many of the people of the five principalities have dislike and distrust of these immigrants from the outer islands.

Filin wasn't sure if Hermes' decision to hire them was wise, but Filin didn't express any doubts about it, just let him see the others muttering.

He also follows Filmin when he meets Creek. Filming visited Creek near noon or after noon as much as possible, Valles often embarrassed Filmin before letting him in the door, and there were always other people in the room, such as the maid whom Filming did not recognize and the worker who ostensibly repaired the door, and he anxiously waited for an opportunity to talk to him alone about Film's marriage plans.

The servants were always in the room, and their words were harsh so that no one else would notice the friendship between them.

His usual sharp taunts were unpleasant, and although he knew what he was doing it for, he still had the ability to make Filmin panic and irritate.

Filin was only pleased with the new sheets and quilts in the room, and someone must have told the master of the storm how dirty the king's bedroom was.

The winter celebrations were still in full swing, and groups of servants and errand runners poured into the king's chambers, bringing him a festive atmosphere.

With his fist on his hip, Master Hurrle stood in the center of the room overseeing everything, and reprimanded Valles for making a mess.

He had apparently claimed that he had taken care of the housekeeping and laundry himself, so that the king would not be disturbed.

Filin had a very pleasant afternoon there, as the activities woke Crick back to his former self almost quickly.