Hermes wore a formal dark green robe with stag-style trim on the cuffs and pleats, and a silver ring encrusted with sapphires on his forehead to represent his status as crown prince. It's been a long time since I've seen him wear this.

Floya is still dressed in purple and white. She wore a simple purple gown, with narrow white long sleeves under wide short sleeves, jewels given to her by Hermes, and long blonde hair intricately adorned with silver chains encrusted with amethysts.

Filin stopped and looked at them, and saw that they had solemn expressions, so they must have come to see King Creek as well.

Filin discreetly greeted them, and then cautiously let Hermes know that King Creek had also summoned Firin.

"No," he said to me mildly, "it was Filin who summoned you to accompany Floya and Filin to King Creek, and he wanted you to see it for yourself. ”

Filmin finally breathed a sigh of relief. So, it's none of Hermione's business.

"What did you witness, Your Highness?"

He looked at Filin as if Filin was a nerd. "I have come to ask King Creek for permission to set out to find the spirits and bring back the much-needed assistance. ”

"Oh. Filin should have noticed the silent boy dressed in black beside him, his face pale and stiff in his hands full of scrolls and slates, and he bet he had never done anything more dignified than waxing Hermes's boots.

The freshly groomed rosemary also wears the purple and white garment that represents Floya, reminding him of a purple and white sparkling turnip.

I smiled at the round little girl, but she looked back at Filmin with a solemn expression.

Hermes knocked on King Creek's door without hesitation. "Wait!" A shout came from the room, the voice of Vales. He opened the door and stared at who had knocked on it, only to find that it was Hermes who was blocking him. He visibly hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

"Your Highness. He said in a trembling voice, "Filin didn't know you were coming.

That is, he was not informed that the king was going to ......"

"You don't have to stay here, you can go now. "Hermes doesn't usually send people away so coldly, and the same is true for the boys.

"But...... The king may need a film......" The guy's eyes wandered wildly, he must have been afraid of something.

Hermes narrowed his eyes. "If he needs you, he'll let you come.

In fact, you might as well wait outside the door, and when he calls you, you'd better be there on standby. ”

Vales was stunned for a moment, then went out of the room and stood by the door, and the people entered the king's room, and Hermes himself closed the door. "Filmin doesn't like that guy. He said aloud, and he could hear it clearly even from outside the door.

"He's got an overly courteous deference and a slick flattery, and it's a very bad combination!"

The king was not in his living room. As Hermes passed, the servant suddenly appeared in the hallway of Creek's bedroom. He stared at the people with wide eyes, and suddenly smiled with joy and exaltation, and then bowed to them as if he were bending down to sweep the floor.

"Your Majesty, wake up, just as Filmin had predicted, the Bard has arrived!"

"Servant!" Hermes roared, but in a gentle tone. He passed by the servant, avoiding the servant's mischief of wanting to kiss the folds of his robe, while Floya followed Hermes with her hand raised to hide her smile.

The servant stretched out a leg to trip Film, and though he avoided it, he allowed himself to clumsily almost run into Floya. The servant bared his teeth and smirked at Filin, then hopped up to Creek's bedside, raised the old man's hand and caressed it very softly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, someone has come to visit you. ”

Creek moved slightly on the bed, suddenly taking a deep breath.

"What's the matter? Who's coming? Hermes pulled the curtain open, servant, he couldn't see who was here. Floya? What's going on? And Kaz! What the hell is going on?"

His voice was faint and tinged with anger, but despite this, he was in better shape than Filmin had expected.

When the servant opened the curtain of the bed and placed the pillow behind the king to support him, he saw an old man older than Etro, and the similarity of their looks became more pronounced as Creek aged.

The muscles on the king's face relaxed, revealing the same eyebrow line and cheekbones as his bastard brother.

The eyes below his brow looked sharp and alert, but tired, but they seemed much better than the last time Filin had seen him.

He made himself sit up straighter to face people. "Tell me, what's going on?" he asked, glancing at the people with his eyes.

Hermes bowed deeply and cautiously, and Floya curtsied with him, and I saluted as before: I stopped on one knee, my head bowed—but I still didn't forget to spy on Hermes as he spoke.

"King Creek, Father, he has come to ask you to allow Filin to carry out a mission. ”

"What kind of task?" asked the king tentatively.

Hermes looked up into his father's eyes.

"Filin wishes to leave Fort Buck with a carefully selected group of centaurs, and try to follow the journey of the wise king many years ago, rushing to the Yuno Plains in the rear of the mountain kingdom this winter to find the ancient spirits, and ask them to keep the oath they had made to their ancestors. ”

Crick's face showed a momentary look of surprise, then he sat up straight on the bed and moved his thin legs to the edge of the bed. "Servant, bring me wine. Kaz, stand up and go over to help him.

Dear Floya, please help Filmin to that chair by the fire. Hermes, please bring the little coffee table by the window. ”

Crick's string of commands suddenly made all etiquette disappear like a bubble bursting.

Floya supported him affectionately, and he could see that she and Creek were getting along well. The servant went to the cupboard in the living room to get his glass, and Filin picked up a bottle of wine in the little pantry in Creek's room, and saw that the bottle was covered with dust, and it seemed that he had not tasted wine for a while.

Filmin wondered where Valles had gotten those strange things for him, but at least Filmin noticed that the rest of the room was neat and tidy, much better than the messy appearance of Winter Eve Front.

The smoky incense burner that troubled Filin was left in the corner of the room, and it seemed that the king was in his sane consciousness tonight.

The servant put on a heavy woollen robe for the king, then knelt down and put the slippers on the king's feet. Creek sat in a chair in front of the fire and placed his glass to his elbow, looking much older, much older.

At this time, the king, who had often listened to Film's reports when he was young, sat in front of Filmin as if he were presiding over the meeting. Filin suddenly wished that he was the spokesperson for tonight, and the sharp-eyed old man might really hear the reason why Filin wanted to marry Ariana.

But at this moment a new wave of anger arose in Flyn's heart, and he was only angry that Valles had tainted the king with bad habits.

But this is not a moment for Film. No matter how informal, Hermes and Floya still looked tense as if they were bowed.

The servant and Filin brought two chairs so that they could sit on either side of Creek, while he waited behind Hermes.

"Say it straight!" Crick asked Hermes, and Hermes did so. Floya's scrolls unfolded one by one, and Hermes read aloud the relevant channels drawn on the scroll's map.

They spent a long time poring over the ancient map. At first, Crick only asked questions, and only after he had learned every trace of information from their mouths did he offer his comments and judgments.

The servant stood on his elbows, smiling at Filin, and grimacing at Hermes's acolyte, so that the stunned boy could smile and relax, but Filin thought he had frightened the boy instead.

Rosemary completely forgot where she was, and swayed to the edge of the bed to play with the tassels on the curtains.

When Hermes had finished speaking, and Floya had added, the king leaned back in his chair, drank the rest of the glass, and then held out the glass for the servant to pour another glass. He took a sip, sighed, and shook his head.

"Nope. These are all monster legends and bedside stories, how could you want to go on such a mission right away, Hermes?

What you have just said has convinced Filin that it is necessary to send an envoy there, and you will choose the emissary yourself, and have a proper entourage with you the gifts and letters that Filin has prepared to confirm that he is there on the orders of the people.

But let you, the crown prince, come out personally? People don't have anything to spend anymore.

His Majesty had come to me earlier to explain the cost of building a new warship, as well as the cost of building a beacon on Antler Island. Funds are getting scarce, and letting people watch you out of town can make them feel insecure. ”

"Film's not running away, he left to carry out the mission, to carry out the mission for their benefit, and that is Film's goal.

The princess of Filin would stay here to act as Filin's deputy. I don't want a whole convoy of bards, cooks, and embroidery tents with me, Your Majesty.

People will be walking through snowy roads into the harsh winter, so Filmin will organize a military delegation to march like a march, just like Filmin used to do. ”

"So, do you think this will impress the Spirits, can you find them, do they really exist?"

"Legend has it that the wise king himself visited. Fihrin believed that the Spirits did exist, and that he had discovered them.

If Filmin fails, he will return here to continue whispering and commanding the battleship.

Will the people have anything to lose? If the film succeeds, he'll come back with strong reinforcements. ”

"What if you die on the way?" Crick asked heavily.