I also know how faithful you are, and even when you are angry with Film, you have never changed your loyalty to Film.

Film really can't ask anything more from you, because you've done what you have to do. Then he suddenly coughed, a violently dry cough. When he spoke again, he didn't speak to me.

"Servant, please bring me a glass of warm wine, and Vales...... Spices and herbs to taste. The servant immediately got up, but Filin could see that he was full of reluctance, but when he passed Filin, the look in Filin's eyes was hurtful.

The king motioned slightly to Filin to wait, rubbed his eyes, and then quietly rested his hands on his lap.

"And he has to keep his promise to you. He continued, "Film promises to take care of any of your needs and will do more. Filin will see you marry a noble maid with her own eyes, and she will watch you too...... Oh, thank you. ”

The servant brought the wine. Filin noticed that he had only poured half a glass of wine, and that the king had taken it with both hands.

Filin smelled an unfamiliar smell of herbs mixed with the volatile smell of wine, but saw the rim of the goblet flutter twice on Crick's teeth before he steadied himself a little and took a large sip of wine.

He swallowed the wine in his mouth, then sat for a few more moments, closing his eyes as if listening to something.

When he opened his eyes again and looked up at Filin, he looked a little confused, but after a while he came to his senses. "Filin will give you the title you deserve and put you in charge of a piece of land. ”

He raised his goblet and took another sip of wine, then warmed it with his thin hands as he looked at Filin. "Filin would like to remind you that it is no small thing that Planck thinks so highly of you that he is willing to marry you his daughter.

He doesn't hesitate to know your origins, and Hermione will marry you with her own title and fortune, and your family affair will give Filmin the opportunity to see you in a worthy position.

Isn't it hard to understand that Filin only wants the best for you?"

The question gave Filyn a chance to speak freely, he took a deep breath, and then tried to explain it to him: "Your Majesty, he knows that you are for Filin's good, he knows well that Duke Planck is in favor of Filin, and Lady Hermione is also the ideal companion for any man.

But she wasn't my choice. ”

His face darkened. "You speak like Hermes now. He said displeasedly, "Or like your father." Filin thinks they both have sucked their stubborn character out of their mother's boobs. ”

He raised his glass to finish the rest of the wine, leaned back into his chair, and shook his head. "Servant, pour some more wine. ”

"Filmin heard some rumors. After the servant had taken the glass from his hand, he continued in a heavy voice, "It was His Majesty who told Film, and whispered it like a kitchen maid, as if it were a great matter.

The hen clucks, the dog barks, that's all that trivial. Fei Lin watched as the servant poured the wine into the glass as instructed, and every inch of muscle in his thin body showed reluctance.

As if by magic, Vales appeared, added more smoke to the censer, pouted and carefully blew a small piece of coal until the censer smoked, and then walked away like a gust of wind. Creek cautiously leaned over, letting the smoke blow across his face.

He took a breath, coughed slightly, and then continued to smoke more, then leaned back into his chair, where the servant silently served the king's wine.

"Your Majesty claims that you have a crush on a maid and that you continue to pursue her passionately.

All men, Flynn thought, were young, just like all girls. He took the glass and continued to drink, while Fihrin could only stand in front of him, biting the inside of his cheeks and giving a grim look, his disobedient hands beginning to tremble weakly.

Filin wanted to cross his hands over his chest so that the trembling would stop, but Filin rested his hands at his side and focused his wits so as not to crumple the small scroll in his hand.

Crick placed his glass on the small coffee table below his elbows, sighed deeply, and quietly straightened his flabby hands resting on his knees, while leaning his head back in his chair. "Kaz Silverlight. He said.

Filin stood numbly in front of him, watching his eyelids droop and closing his eyes, then opening another slit, shaking his head gently and saying, "You have the angry mouth of Steadfastness." ”

He said, then closed his eyes again. "Filmin is just for your good. He muttered to himself.

After a while, a snoring sound came from his slightly open mouth, and Filin was still standing in front of him and staring at him. This is the king of Filin.

When he finally stopped looking at him, he saw the only sight that made Filmin more flustered, the servant with his knees resting on his chest, cowering sadly at Crick's feet.

He glared at Firin, his lips pursed tightly into a straight line, and his dark eyes filled with clear tears.

Filmin immediately fled.

Filmin walked back and forth in front of the fireplace in his room, and his inner emotions burned Film.

Forcing himself to be calm, he sat down, took out his pen and paper, wrote a short and decent letter of thanks to Duke Planck's daughter, and carefully rolled it up and sealed it with wax.

Then get up and straighten your shirt, comb your hair back and smooth it out, and throw the sealed letter into the fire.

Then, he sat down again to write to Hermione, the shy girl who flirted with Filmin at the dinner table, and accompanied Filmin on the cliff waiting for a challenge that never came. Filming thanked her for bringing him the scroll, and then described how Filmin spent the summer, rowing day after day on the battleship Rox, making the axe his weapon because of his jerky swordsmanship, and recounting the cruel details of the first battle, and how uncomfortable Filmin was afterward.

Flynn told her how Flynn froze in horror by Flyn's oars when the red ship attacked, but did not mention the white ship that Flynn saw. In the end, I confessed to her that she had a serious illness in the mountains before, and now she is still trapped by the sequelae of trembling from time to time.

Then he read it carefully, and was satisfied that he had portrayed before her the image of a mediocre rower, a fool, a coward, and a cripple, and then rolled it up and tied it with her yellow ribbon, not sealed with wax, and did not care who would open it.

Privately, he hoped that Duke Planck would read the letter to his daughter in great detail, and then forbid her to mention Film's name again.

When he knocked on King Creek's door again, Vales answered the door with his usual annoying displeasure, took the letter from Filin's hand as if he had touched something dirty, and then slammed the door shut in front of Firin.

As he went upstairs to his room, he couldn't help but think about what three poisons he would have to use on him if he had the chance, which was much simpler than thinking about the king.

Back in his room, he threw himself on the bed, hoping that it would be better if it was night, so that he could go to Ariana and not let anyone else find out. Then he remembered his secret, and the joyful anticipation he had vanished. Filmin jumped up and opened the window to look at the storm outside, but even the weather was deceiving Film.

The clouds showed an open blue, revealing a ray of sunlight with moisture, and the clouds that gradually converged above the sea showed that the first clear sky was fleeting. However, the wind and rain had stopped at this time, and there was even a hint of warmth in the air.

At this time, the night eye immediately came to Filin's heart.

Now it's too wet to hunt, and every grass is stained with moisture. In addition, the sun is also dazzling, and only a human would be stupid enough to go out hunting when the sun is shining.

Lazy hounds. Filin blamed it, knowing that it was curled up at this time, lying in its nest with its nose touching its tail, and also felt the warm feeling of fullness after it had filled its belly.

Maybe tonight!, it suggested, and gradually fell asleep again.

Fihrin pulled his thoughts back from it, then grabbed his cloak and left Fort Stag towards the city, because it was useless to stay in the castle with Firin's mood at the moment.

Flin's anger at Crick's decision for Flynn wrangled with the panic in his heart at his weakening days.

Fihrin walked briskly, trying to escape the king's trembling hands and the drugged slumber.

Damn Valles, he stole the king from Filin, and the king stole Filin's life from Filin. Filmin refused to think further.

Water droplets and yellowed leaves fall as the film passes by, and birds sing crisp melodies celebrating the sudden and brief sunshine after a heavy rain.

The sun shines brighter, making everything shimmer with a moist glow, and the earth exudes a rich fragrance. Although Film's heart was still sad, this beautiful day still deeply moved Filmin.

The rain that had just fallen had given Fort Bucks a new look. Filin found himself in the market, watching everyone rush to buy in the bustling crowd in time for the next storm.

Such a cordial busyness and friendly noise happened to be in sharp contrast to the sourness of Filin's heart.

Film's heart stirred around the market until a bright crimson cloak caught Film's eye. Although Ariana had to wear a blue servant's outfit in Stag Castle, she still wore her old red cloak when she went out to the market, presumably taking advantage of the brief rain to send her out on errands.

Filmin watched her and was careful not to let herself be discovered, only to see her stubbornly haggling for the price of a bag of chas-scented tea.

Filin loved the raised chin when she shook her head at the merchant, and then an idea struck her.

Filin had some copper coins in his pocket, which was his salary as a rower.