Then, he looked straight at Filin's face. "You're still young, maybe you can recover, very likely.

Filin has seen another person survive, but he's been trembling for the rest of his life, and Filin sees clues in you.

It's not obvious, it's only visible to those who are familiar with you.

However, don't exhaust yourself, tiredness can make you shiver and blur your vision, and stress yourself and you will get sick.

You don't want anyone to know about it, and the best way to do that is to keep your weakness from showing up. ”

"That's why the tea has elven bark in it?" asked Filin, unnecessarily.

He raised an eyebrow at Film: "Tea?"

"Perhaps the work of the servant, who woke up to see food and tea in the room......"

"And what if it's His Majesty's masterpiece?"

It took a while for Filin to understand. "Filmin may have been poisoned. ”

"But you didn't, not this time. No, it's not Filin, it's not a servant, it's Rem. People are really unseemly.

The servant found out about you, and he told Xingcai about it for some reason, and when she became nervous, Rem quietly got things in order.

Filin thinks that she thinks that you have the same lack of brains as her mistress, give her a little chance, and she will take care of your life.

Her intentions are good, but you can't let her go on like this, Kaz. An Assassin needs to put a latch on your door!"

"Kaz?" said Firin, wondering.

"It's your name, Kaz Silverglow. It seems to make you feel strange like a kite with a broken string. But Filin was going to use it now, and he was tired of being called a boy. ”

Filmin lowered his head. They talked about other things, and it was not until about an hour before dawn that he left his windowless room, went back to his room, and lay back into bed, but did not want to sleep at all.

Fei Lin had always suppressed his involuntary anger at the court, and now it was stuffed in Fei Lin's heart, making it impossible for Fei Lin to rest. Filmin threw away the blanket and got out of bed and walked to Fort Bucks.

The cold, fresh wind on the surface of the water was as clammy as a slap on the damp face.

Filmin pulled the cloak tighter and put the hood on.

Filmin walked briskly, avoiding stepping on the ice on the steep road, and walked all the way to the city.

Fei Lin tried not to think about it, but instead of warming Fei Lin's body, Fei Lin's surging blood made Fei Lin's anger even hotter, and Fei Lin's thoughts danced like a galloping horse.

When Filin first arrived at Fort Stag, he saw a busy, filthy little place, which, though had developed a sophisticated façade over the past decade, could not have been more frugal in nature.

The city clings to the cliffs below Fort Tag, which descend into rocky shores, while warehouses and sheds are built on piers and pile foundations.

The protected deep-water moorings below Fort Tag attract merchant ships and merchants.

Heading north, at the confluence of the Buck River and the sea, there are softer beaches, and spacious rivers carry large merchant ships inward into the inland kingdom. The closest place to the estuary is prone to flooding, and boat moorings become unpredictable due to the rapid changes of the river.

So, the inhabitants of Fort Buck live in groups on the steep cliffs above the harbor like birds on the Egg Cliffs.

Narrow and uneven cobblestone streets go back and forth through the terrain until they reach out to sea. Houses, shops, and inns humbly cling to the surface of the cliffs, trying not to get in the way of the ever-present winds.

The higher the cliff rises, the more ornate wooden houses and shops become, and the foundations are cut deep into the cliff stones, but Filin is unfamiliar with such a social class.

Filmin had to run like a child, between the humble shops and the sailor's inn near the water's edge.

When Filmin arrives in the area of Fort Stag City, he ironically recalls that if Ariana and Filmin hadn't become friends, they would have been better off for people than they are now.

I have damaged her reputation, and if Filin continues to keep an eye on her, she may be the target of His Majesty's murder.

For Film, believing that she left Filmin for the sake of others was nothing compared to the pain of now knowing that she thought Filmin had deceived her.

Filming emerges from her bleak memories and realizes that her disobedient feet have led her to the door of her candle shop.

Now, it's a tea and herb shop, and Filin wonders what happened to Ariana's honeycomb.

Filin felt a pang of extreme pain, just because Filin realized that Ariana's displacement must have been ten times more painful than Filin's sorrow, nay, a hundred times more painful.

It was so easy for Filmin to accept the fact that Ariana had lost her father and lost her life and future. It was so easy to accept the fact that she was working as a maid in Fort Bucks. A servant. Filin gritted his teeth and moved on.

Filin wandered aimlessly around the city. Despite his sad mood, he noticed the dramatic changes in the past six months, and even in the cold winter, there was still a lot of noise.

Building ships gathers people who come to work, and more people means more business.

Filmin stopped in front of a tavern, where Ariana, Dirk, Carey, and Filmin drank brandy, the cheapest of which was blackberry brandy.

Fei Lin sat alone and drank beer quietly, but he also knew a lot of things from the noise beside him. Not only did Fort Stag prosper for its shipbuilding, but Hermes was also calling sailors to sail warships, and many men and women from the Grand Duchy of the coast responded enthusiastically.

Someone came to vent their resentment and avenge those who died in Smelting. Others came for adventure, for the spoils of war, and even more because they were in a deserted village with no future to speak of. Some people come

The families of self-fishermen or traders have sailed and learned how to sail, while others have been shepherds and farmers in deserted villages. It doesn't matter. Everyone came to Fort Stag City, desperate to bleed the Red Boat.

Now, many people live in former warehouses. The Stag Castle's weaponryman, Haude, trained everyone in how to use their weapons, selecting those she thought were suitable to work on Hermes' ships, and the others served as infantrymen.

There are many more crowded into towns, inns, taverns and food stalls. Filin also heard some complaints that some of the warships were recruited by immigrants from the outer islands, who had also been displaced by the red boats that had invaded people's shores.

They also claim to be revenge, but few in the five principalities trust them, and some of the shops refuse to do their business, creating a sinister undercurrent for the busy bars.

People whispered that an outer-island had been beaten at the docks a few days earlier, but no one informed the town's rangers. Speculation grew more and more negative, that the outlanders were spies, and that burning them to death would be a wise precaution. Filin left the tavern because he couldn't digest it anymore,

Could it be that Filmin couldn't avoid suspicion and intrigue everywhere he went, not even an hour of silence?

Filin walked alone through the bleak winter streets. A fierce wind blew and wandered mercilessly through the crooked streets, and it was about to snow.

Similarly, a cold of anger writhed violently in Firin's body, from rage, resentment, helplessness to anger, forming an unbearable pressure.

They have no right to do this to Firin, he was not born to be their tool. Filin has the right to live freely and be who Filin should be. Do they feel that they can force Filmin to do what they want and use Filmin as they please, and Filmin will never fight back?

No, the time will come. It'll be time for Filmin to fight back.

A hooded man hurried towards Firin, and when he glanced up, the eyes met.

His face turned pale, and he hurriedly turned around and walked back the way he had come. Well, that's what he should have done.

Film's anger formed an unbearable rage, and the wind blew Film's hair to make Filmin feel colder, but Filmin strode faster, and the power of resentment became boiling, luring Filmin like the smell of blood.

Filmin turned a corner and found himself walking to the market. Poor merchants packed their wares with blankets and straw mats because of the strong winds, while the vendors packed up their blinds. Filin walked past them quickly, and the people got out of the way for Filin to pass quickly, and he didn't care how they stared at Filin.

When Filin came to the stall selling animals, he seemed to be face to face with himself. Thin, with its bleak dark eyes, it stared at Filyn horribly, the waves of resentment churning and waking in its sound, and the hearts of the people beat in unison.

Filin felt her upper lip twitch, revealing her poor human teeth like a roar. Fei Lin stretched his facial features and forced down the ravaged emotions, but the dirty gray fur wolf in the cage still glared at Fei Lin, opening his black lips to show all his teeth.

Filin hates you, and hates all of you.

Come, lean in. I'm going to kill you, tear your throats and chew your bodies after you click. I hate you.

"Do you need anything?"

"Blood," said Filin calmly, "I want your blood." ”

"What?"

Filin shifted his gaze from the wolf cub to the man. In El's name, he stinks terrible, and he exudes a strong stench. Fihrin smelled sweaty, smelly food and the strange smell of excrement on his body. The tattered hides he was wrapped in also gave off a foul smell.

He had small mink-like eyes, cold, dirty hands, and an oak cane studded with brass hanging from his belt. Filming resisted snatching his goddamn cane and smashed his head so that blood splattered.

His feet in thick boots kept kicking, and as he walked, he got too close to Film, who tightened his cloak to restrain himself from killing him.