He and his rat-headed token looked at each other nose and smirked, answering Filmin that way.

"Look, Mouse, he doesn't know more than his uncle or grandfather. None of them knew how to summon the spirits. ”

"With arcane spells. Filmin replied abruptly.

The servant looked at Filin with strange eyes. "You know what?"

"It's just a suspicion. ”

"Why?"

"Filin doesn't know. Now that I think about it, it doesn't seem like that. The Wise King traveled long distances to find the Spirits, and if he could reach them by means of a secret voice, why bother?"

"That's right. But sometimes impulsive answers also contain truth, so answer this riddle, boy.

There was a king who was still alive, and so was the prince, and both of them were capable of arcane spells.

But where were the people who had been trained with the king or before him, and why was there no mystery magic user when the people were in desperate need of them?"

"Very few people were trained in times of peace and prosperity. Galen was unfit to train others until his death, and the arcane spelling group he created ......"

Filin stopped suddenly, and I didn't want to say anything even if there was no one in the hallway, because Filin didn't want to reveal anything that Hermes had told Filin about arcane spells.

Suddenly, the servant happily circled around Firin.

"If your shoes don't fit, whoever made them for you can't wear them. He declared.

Filin nodded reluctantly. "Definitely. ”

And the shoemakers left. Sad, really sad. Sadder than the hot meat on the table and the red wine in the glass. But the one who has left is taught by another. ”

"Sincerely. But she's gone, too. ”

"Oh. But Crick is still alive, and so is Hermes. It seems that she still has two protégés who are still alive and well, and there must be others. The question is, where?"

Filmin shrugged. "Gone, old, dead. Filmin didn't know. Filming suppressed his impatience and tried to think about his question.

King Creek's younger sister Xinyi, who is Weiyi's mother, may have also been trained, but she has been dead for many years.

Crick's father, King Generosity, was the last person to have a group of arcane spells, which he believed, but few of the people of that era were still alive. Filmin said no more. Hermes had told Filin that he had trained as many people as possible with arcane sorcery talents, and that there must have been people alive, at most ten years older than Hermes......

"Dead. Too many people have died, and if you ask Film, Filmin does know. The servant interjected to answer Filin's unspoken question, and Filin could only look at him blankly.

He stuck out his tongue at the film, waltzed a little away from the film, and then held the token under his chin and stroked the rat's head lovingly.

"Look, rats. It's like Filmin told you. Nobody knows. And no one will ask questions wisely either. ”

"Servant, can't you have something to say?" Flynn roared in frustration.

He stopped abruptly, as if frightened, lowered his heel as he tiptoed for half a turn, and then stood there statuesquely.

"Will it help?" he asked solemnly.

"Would you believe Filmin if he didn't tell you riddles? Would you stop and scrutinize each word, and then go back to your room and think about it later?

Film should really try. Do you know the verse 'Six wise men go to Berkeley'?"

Fihrin nodded in confusion as usual.

"Then recite it again and let Filmin listen to it. ”

The old nursery rhyme "Six wise men went to Berkeley, climbed up the hill and couldn't come down, turned into stones and flew away......" suddenly puzzled Film.

"Filmin doesn't remember everything. In any case, this is a rhyme, just like any other rhyme that is always swirling in your head without any meaning. ”

That's why it's written on the scroll along with intellectual poetry. The servant concluded.

"Filin doesn't know!" Filin retorted, suddenly feeling unbearably annoyed.

"Servant, here you are again. You're always saying you want to make things clear, but everything you're saying still doesn't bother Film. ”

"Riddles, his dear Kaz Kid, are meant to make people think, to discover new truths from old proverbs.

But, with that said...... Your head is really bothering Film.

How can Filmin make you understand? Maybe Filmin should stand under your window in the dark and sing:

"The bastard prince, his lovely Kaz,

You waste your time on your own frustrations.

When all the efforts are about to blossom and come to fruition,

But you give up halfway, and try to suppress it. ”

He shook one knee, pretended to have strings on the token, and sang energetically, and quite well, to the tune of a popular love song.

He looked at Film, sighed dramatically, licked his lips and continued to sing sadly:

"Why do the people of the Zhiyuan family have no vision,

Just seeing things on the surface?

The coast is besieged and attacked, and you and other people are sad and sleepy.

Film repeatedly warned and urged, but you said that the time had not yet come!

Oh, bastard prince, noble Kaz,

Do you have to wait for the bones of the people to be left before we can put it into practice?"

A maid stopped and stood in confusion to listen, and another boy peeked at the door of the room with his mouth wide open and smiling.

Filin's cheeks grew red and hot, as the servant looked up at Filin with both gentleness and enthusiasm.

Filin tried to walk away easily, but he followed Filin on his knees and grabbed Filin by the sleeve, and he had to put up with him or else he would have to struggle ridiculously to get out.

Filin felt stupid standing there, but he smirked at Firin. The boy giggled as well, and the two men could be heard in the hallway talking with interest. Refusing to see who was so amused by Film's uneasiness, the servant kissed Film, then lowered his voice as if it were a secret whisper, and continued to sing:

"Can the temptation of the goddess of fate teach you to bow to her?

Fight your way with your arcane spells!

Gather your accomplices, find trained men,

Bring out all that is inside.

In the future, we will build your generation to seek it,

But look at the enthusiasm of the kings.

If you win the battle with the source of intelligence,

It is for the Filin to save the principality.

The kneeling servant came here to plead,

The darkness of the Mo religion came to come,

Don't let people's livelihood turn to dust,

Rely on your generation to throw away your head. ”

He paused for a moment, then happily sang aloud:

"If you miss the opportunity,

It's like a belly deflated,

Please let Filmin with great respect,

Watch this rare battle. ”

He abruptly let go of Film's cuffs, stumbling somersaults away from Film, and then revealing his bare buttocks as the end of the performance. They looked astonishingly pale, and Filmin could no longer hide his surprise and humiliation.

The servant kicked his legs and dressed, while the rat on his token bowed with the utmost humility to the spectators who had stopped to watch the humiliation of the film.

Everyone burst into laughter, applause came and went, and his performance really left Filmin speechless.

Filin turned his head and tried to walk away, but the servant jumped over to block Filin's path, and then suddenly spoke to the giggling people with a serious attitude.

"Bah! Why should you be so ashamed, so happy? giggling and pointing at a broken boy! Don't you know that Kaz has lost his dearest person? Oh, he blushes to hide his sadness, and her burial makes it difficult for him to calm his passion.

Who has died? The most chaste and vicious old virgin, dear Lady Thyme, has undoubtedly died of her own stench.

Some people say it's because you eat rotten meat, but you also say that rotten meat has a foul smell that makes people afraid to eat it. So, one can also say that Madame Thyme didn't smell the stench, or maybe she thought it was perfume on her fingers.

Stop mourning, poor Kaz, you'll find another.

And today Filmin will dedicate himself and swear by the head of a gentleman of a rat to ask you to hurry up to the task, just because Filmin has been delaying for too long.

Goodbye, poor Kaz. Cheer up your sad heart!Dare to face your loneliness!Poor and depressed young man!Oh, Kaz, poor poor Kaz......"

Then he wandered away from Film, shaking his head sadly, and then discussing with the rat which rich widow he should associate with for Filmin, and he betrayed Filmin by being so flamboyant.

Even though he was a sharp-toothed ghost servant, he didn't expect to be his public laughing stock.

Filin waited for him to come back and say the last few words so that Filin could understand what was going on, but he didn't. As he passed the corner, he thought the ordeal should be over, so he walked down the hallway in embarrassment and confusion.

Film's mind was full of limericks in his rhymes, and he knew that Filmin would spend the next few days thinking about his love songs, trying to find the meaning beyond the words, the sounds beyond the strings.

But what about Lady Thyme? Of course he wouldn't have "had" out of nothing, but why would Etro let his public figure die like that?

Which poor woman's body would be carried out in place of Lady Thyme's and pulled in a carriage to a distant relative's house for burial?

Could this be how he quietly left Fort Stag to embark on his journey?But why ended her life? Was it so that His Majesty could believe that he had succeeded in poisoning?

Confused, Filin came to the door of Floya's room, and stood in the hallway to regain his previous composure, when the door on the opposite side suddenly opened, and His Majesty walked towards Filin.

His momentum pushed Filin aside, and before Filin could recover, he said gracefully, "It's okay, Kaz."

Film hardly expects someone as frustrated as you to apologize. ”

As he stood in the hallway straightening his crop jacket, a group of young men followed him out of the room, snickering with interest.

And he smiled in return and approached Film, and whispered viciously: "The old woman thyme is dead, look whose indescribable you want to drink now?"