"Servant," Filin said embarrassedly, "you're a friend of Filin, and Filin knows, but Filin doesn't want you to stay in Filin's room while Filin is out." ”

"I don't want anyone to enter Film's room while he's away. He pointed out slyly.

Filmin blushed miserably. "That was a long time ago, and he apologizes to you for Film's curiosity. Rest assured, he will never do it again. ”

"Me too, after this incident. Filin will apologize to you when you come back, okay?"

He's going to be late. Borges would be upset, but I couldn't do anything about it. Filin sat on the messy bed, where Ariana and Filin had laid, and now it was suddenly private, and he had to pretend to easily pull up the quilt to cover the feather bed. "Why do you want to stay in Film's room? Are you in danger?"

"Filin lives in danger, Kaz Kid, just like you, people are in danger. Filin wanted to stay here for a while today, and then try to get out of danger, or at least mitigate it. He shrugged meaningfully at the messy scroll.

Hermes entrusted Filmin with the custody of these. Filin said uneasily.

"Apparently he trusts your judgment, so you might be able to judge whether it's safe for the film to keep it?"

It's one thing to ask a friend to keep your own things, but it's another thing to give him something that someone else has entrusted to him. Filin undoubtedly trusted the servant, but still felt that it was inappropriate. "Maybe it's better to ask Hermes first. Filin suggested.

"The less contact between Filin and Hermes, the better it is for people. The servant said coldly.

"You don't care about Hermes?" said Film.

"Filin is the king's servant, and he's the crown prince, so let him wait! When he becomes king, Filin will listen to him, if the people are still alive by then." ”

"Filin didn't want to hear criticism of Prince Hermes. Filin told him gently.

"Don't want to hear it? Then you really should have been wearing earplugs lately. ”

Filmin walked over to the door and put his hand on the latch. "People have to go now, servant. I'm already late. Filin kept his tone steady, but his sarcasm at Hermes stabbed him like a knife.

"Don't be a fool, Kaz, that's the role of Filin. Think about it, a man can only be loyal to one master, and no matter what you say, Hermes is your king, and I don't find fault with you for that. Would you find fault with Crick just because he was the king of Film?"

"Filmin won't find fault with you, and he won't laugh at him in front of you. ”

"But no matter how many times Filmin urged you, you didn't come to see him. ”

"Filin only walked to his door yesterday but was sent away, saying he was not feeling well. ”

"If you were at the door of Hermes, would you behave so docilely?"

This made Filmin pause and think. "Nope. Filmin didn't think he would be like this. ”

"Then why did you give up Creek so easily?" said the servant softly like a sad man, "why didn't Hermes encourage himself for his father's sake, but instead lured Crick's loyalists to his side?"

"Filmin wasn't seduced by him, but Crick couldn't see Film. As for Hermes, he could not speak for him, but everyone knew that Crick's favorite son was His Majesty. ”

"Do you all know? So, everyone also knows the real intentions of His Majesty?"

"Some people know. Filmin said briefly, feeling that the conversation was full of danger.

"Think again. People are loyal to the king whom people love the most, and they hate the same person the most, so Filin doesn't think that people's loyalties conflict with each other, Kaz, as long as people hate the same person as long as they are united.

Come on, confess to Film, you don't have much time to look at the scrolls, and he'll remind you that time flies so fast that people are caught off guard. But I can't wait until you're free. ”

Fei Lin hesitated and could not make a decision, when the servant suddenly approached Fei Lin. Although his eyes wandered and he often couldn't tell what he was thinking, Flynn could see the desperation in his lips. "People come to make a deal, you won't find them anywhere else. If you ask Filmin to look for a secret in the scrolls that may not exist, he will tell you the secret that Filmin kept. ”

"What's the secret?" Filin asked reluctantly.

"Film's secret," he said, glaring away at the wall, "the servant's mystery, where he came from and why." He glanced sideways at Filyn and said no more.

More than a decade of curiosity has been rekindled. "Is it free?"

"Nope. Like Filmin said, it's a deal. ”

Fei Lin thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Fei Lin will see you later, remember to lock the door when you leave." So Filin slipped out.

Servants came and went in the corridors. Filmin was too late to force himself to trot slowly and then run away. Still climbing the stairs quickly to the beacon in Hermes, Filin hurried to knock on the door and enter the room.

Borges turned around and greeted Filin with a frown. The carefully furnished furniture had been moved to one wall, except for Hermes's chair by the window, which he had already sat on, slowly turning his head to look at Filin, his eyes still detached.

His eyes looked as if they were anesthetized, and those in the know could not bear to see this relaxed and indulgent look.

His hunger for arcane spells eats away at him, and he fears that his teachings will only make his appetite grow, but can people say no?

Filmin learned a few things yesterday, and it wasn't an easy lesson, and once he did, it was too late.

Fihrin now knew that he had to do everything in his power to drive the Red Boat robbers off Filin's shores, and although Fihrin was not and could not be a king, the people of the five principalities were Filin's people, just as they were the people of Etro.

Filin finally understood why Hermes was so desperate to expend his energy.

"Filmin asks for your forgiveness for being late. Filmin has something to delay, but Filmin can start now. ”

"How do you feel?" was the question Borges, who could tell that he was asking out of pure curiosity.

Fei Lin turned his head to see him looking at Fei Lin as seriously as ever, but there was also a trace of puzzlement.

"I'm still a little stiff all over, but I've just run upstairs to give Filin a chance to warm up. Filin was sore from yesterday's fight, but otherwise fine. ”

A hint of interest appeared on his face. "No trembling, Kaz Silver, no darkening of sight, no dizziness around your head?"

Filmin paused and thought for a moment. "Nope. ”

"Oh my God!" Borges said contemptuously, "this deathmatch has apparently cured you of all your problems." Film, remember, will come in handy the next time you need a doctor. ”

He seemed to want to try out his new treatment theory for the next hour. The axe's blade wasn't sharp, as he had wrapped it in rags for this first lesson, but Filin was still inevitably injured, mostly because of my own clumsiness. Borges wasn't going to attack that day, he was just teaching Filin how to use the whole weapon, not just the blade.

Filin had no trouble keeping Hermes in his heart because he was in the same room as the people. He didn't say anything to me that day, didn't make any suggestions, observations, or warnings, just followed Film's eyes.

Borges told him that the film axe was not a complicated weapon, but that it could be very effective if it was used wisely. At the end of the lesson, he pointed out that he had shown mercy to Filin's men, just because he thought of Filin's injuries. Hermes then asked them to leave, and they both walked down the stairs at a slower pace than Filin had gone upstairs.

"Be on time tomorrow. Borges said to me reproachfully as they said goodbye at the kitchen door, and then went back to his stable, where he went to find breakfast. Fei Lin ate as if he had been hungry for several days, and his appetite was as considerable as that of a wolf, and he wondered why he was so angry all of a sudden.

Instead of being full of energy from the fight, as Borges claimed, Ariana brought Filin back to life, which was more effective than any herb or a full year of rest.

The day suddenly became so long that every minute was unbearable, and I only hoped that Filyn and Ariana could meet again in the darkness at nightfall.

Filin resolutely took Ariana out of her mind and rushed to carry out one task after another, and then a bunch of things came flooding in. Ignoring Constellation, Filin agrees with Floya to rebuild the garden, and has to explain something to Filin's wolf brothers, not to mention a visit to King Creek.

Filin tried to rank everything in order of importance, but Ariana was always first on the list.

He resolutely put her last. King Creek, he decided, then picked up the dishes on the table and put them back in the kitchen. It was very noisy, and just as he wondered, he remembered that tonight was the first night of the Winter Festival.

Sarah, the old cook, looked up from the work of kneading bread and motioned for Filmin to come over, reminding her of how she used to stand by her side when she was a child, admiring her skillfully kneading a large ball of flour into an upright roll.

The hollows in her elbows and the side of her cheek were covered in flour, and the hustle and bustle of the kitchen created a wonderfully intimate atmosphere. She whispered in the midst of the crowd, and he had to prick up his ears to hear.

"Filmin just wants you to know," she said as she kneaded a new batch of flour balls, "I know that all kinds of rumors are just nonsense, so Filmin has to say a few words of justice here when the rumors are flying."

However, there are many things that we cannot change.