Vales hurried to His Majesty's side. "He seems to be much more stable, Your Majesty, Prince.

Filin didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't see any signs of a struggle, but he was out of breath like a race, and his health couldn't handle such stimulation, Your Highness. ”

His Majesty turned his head to look at Filin. "What did you do to Film's father?" he yelled at Film.

"Film, I didn't do anything. "It's true. Whatever had just happened, it was the king and Hermes who had caused it. People talked calmly, and then Filin felt an unbearable dizziness and weakness, as if he had lost consciousness. ”

Filin turned his gaze to Valles, "Is it because of the smoke?"

"Perhaps!" he admitted unhappily, nervously staring at His Majesty's deeper and deeper glare. "Well, he seems to have to increase the dose every day to make it work, but he still complains......"

"Quiet!" interrupted His Majesty with a roar, pointing at Filin as if Filin was a waste, "get him out and come back to take care of the King." ”

At this point, Crick groaned in his sleep, and then he felt a touch of mystical spells as soft as a feather, and his hair stood on end.

"Nope. Go and take care of the king, Valles. Get this little bastard out of here, servant, and don't let the servants talk about it, for anyone who dares to disobey Filmin will know.

Hurry up, go now. Film's father doesn't seem to be doing well. ”

Filin thought he could get up and walk out of the room, but found that he did need the help of a servant to get up.

When he stood firm, he staggered along, feeling as if he were on stilts.

The walls flickered in front of Film, and the floor rose and fell like the deck of a ship at Film's feet.

"From here, Filin can go on his own. When they came out of the room, he told the servant this, but he just shook his head.

"You're too vulnerable right now to leave you alone. ”

He told Filin calmly, then took Filin's hands and began to say something meaningless.

Showing the camaraderie and loyalty of his companions, he helped him upstairs to the door of Film's room, muttering as he waited, and followed Filmin in after he opened the door.

"Filmin told you he's fine. Filin said a little upset, because Filin just wanted to lie down.

"Yes, what happened to the King, what did you do to him just there?"

"I didn't do anything!" said Firin, gritting his teeth, and sat down at the foot of the bed, only to feel his head twitch violently.

Elf bark tea, which is what Filin needs at the moment, but Filin doesn't have.

You ask for his permission, and then hold his hand, and in a moment you both gasp like fish. ”

"Nothing?" felt like hours, making Filin think that the whole night had been spent like this.

"No more than three heartbeats in time. ”

"Oh. Filin put his hand on his temple and tried to push the throbbing head back into place. Why did Borges disappear at this time? Filin knew that he must have elven bark, but Filin's pain at the moment forced Filin to try his luck.

"Do you have elven bark for tea?"

"Film? No. But Filin could ask Rem for some, she had a whole bunch of different herbs. ”

"Can you help him?"

"What the hell have you done to the king?" the deal he demanded was obvious.

The pressure on Film's head was getting heavier and heavier, and he almost burst out of his eyes. "It's all right," Filin gasped, "and only he can tell you what he did to Filin, if he chooses to say it." Is that clear enough to you?"

There was silence. "Perhaps, are you really that uncomfortable?"

Filin lay back on the bed very slowly, and even when he put his head down, it hurt terribly.

"I'll be right back. He said, and then Filin heard the door open and close. Filin lay quietly and closed his eyes, his heart gradually regained consciousness, and then he began to summarize the information he had just received, regardless of the pain.

Your Majesty has spies, or someone so claims. Planck was a traitor, or His Majesty ordered his so-called spy to report to Planck. And Film, who suspects that Planck and Floya are both mutineers.

Oh, the poison that spreads, and the pain. Filmin suddenly remembered the pain. Didn't Etro ask Filin to look at things the way he had learned so that he could find answers to his questions?

The answer was always at hand, and if it weren't for the fears, intrigues, and poisons of the betrayers, he might have seen it long ago.

A disease eats away at King Creek, gnawing away at him from his body, and he fights it with drug addiction, trying to return a corner of his heart to himself, looking for a place where he can not feel pain.

If someone had told Filin about this a few hours ago, he would have made a mockery of that. But at the moment, he was lying on the bed and trying to breathe slowly, because the slightest movement would cause another wave of extreme pain, which Fei Lin understood.

The pain, which he endured for only a few minutes, told the servant to run in search of the elven bark.

Another thought came to Film's mind. Filin looked forward to the pain of the past, and that he would be fine when he woke up tomorrow.

If Filmin had to face this pain every second of his life for the rest of his life, and knew that it was eating away at the few days he had left, what would Filmin do? No wonder Crick was on drugs.

Filin heard the door open and closed slowly, but did not hear the servant making tea, so he forced himself to open his eyes, only to see Cadon and Rosen standing stiffly in the Firin's room, as if they were in the cave of a beast.

As he turned his head slightly to look at them, Cadon's lips pursed as if they were about to growl, and Nighteye roared back in Flyn's heart. Firin's heart beat suddenly, indicating danger here, and he tried to relax his muscles and prepare for the fight.

However, the sharp pain in his head left him completely unable to move. "I didn't hear you knock on the door. Fei Lin was reluctant to speak, and every blood-red word echoed in Fei Lin's mind.

"I didn't knock. Kaidong said fiercely. Her words were clear and painful as if she had been beaten with a stick.

Filin prayed that she did not realize how domineering she had been to me, and that the servant would come back quickly, while trying to appear indifferent, as if her visit was insignificant, so Filin lay in bed and did not want to get up.

"Are you here to ask him for something?" Film's tone sounded rather rough. In fact, every word he uttered took too much effort on his part.

"Does Filin need to ask you something? "Kaidon just mocked.

The arcane spell was stimulating Film, and Lawson also poked Filmin awkwardly at this time, causing Filmin to tremble uncontrollably.

The king used code whispers on Film, turning Filmin's heart into a bleeding wound, and Rosen's unskilled code whispers raked Filmin's head like a cat's claw.

Barrier yourself. Hermes whispered like a whisper, and Filmin tried to build his defenses, but he didn't have enough strength to do so, only to see Didon smile.

Rosen forced his way into Film's heart like a hand pushing a pudding, disrupting Film's feelings all at once. In Flyn's mind, he smelled terrible, like a rotten yellow-green substance, and a ding-dong sound that sounded like boot thorns.

Hermes urged Filin, his tone very frightened and weak, and he knew that he was trying to hold on to his soon-to-be-split self for Firin. His utter stupidity is going to kill you! He doesn't know what he's doing.

Help him!

Hermes did not send any more messages, but the power of the film was getting weaker and weaker, and the connection between the people was fading like the smell of perfume in the wind.

People are the same wolf pack!

Rosen slammed his head against Film's door, bounced himself back with such force. The force was more violent than the repulsion, and he couldn't put into words what Nighteye had done to Rosen's heart.

It's a hybrid of magic, and Nighteye uses the power of the bridge built by the source of intelligence through arcane spells to attack Lawson's body from his heart, forcing Lawson's hands to scratch at his throat against the mouth that can't be grasped, his nails slashing at the skin, causing blood-red scars to appear on the skin in his tight tunics.

Caton screamed, her sword-sharp sound piercing Film's heart, only to see her lunge over to help him.

Don't kill - don't - don't kill!

Nighteye finally heard what I said, and threw Rosen away like a mouse, straddle him to protect him. Filin could almost hear its panting, feeling its warm fur, but he didn't have the strength to ask what was going on, so he curled up and hid under it like a puppy, knowing that no one could break through the eye of the night to his guards.

"What's that?what's that?" Caton screamed madly as she grabbed Lawson by the hem and pulled him to his feet.

His throat and chest were covered in purple scars, but through his barely open eyes, he could see that the scars were quickly receding, and there was no trace of the attack of the night eye, and he saw that Lawson was so frightened that he peed his pants. He closed his sunken eyes at the moment, and Caton shook him like a doll.

"Lawson, open your eyes, Lawson!"

"What did you do to that man?" the servant's tone was full of anger and surprise, and the room filled with his voice.

Behind him, the door was still open, and a passing maid with a full hand of clothes watched, then stopped in surprise to watch.

Another young maid followed her with a basket, and when she saw this, she quickly looked in through the door, and then the servant put the tray on the ground and walked into the room, "What's the matter here?"

"He attacked Rosen. "Kaidon was sobbing.

I saw the servant look incredulous. "He, he doesn't even look like he can attack a pillow, he thinks you're bothering this kid!"