Filin knew what he was seeing, only because he had seen the tragic consequences of other looting.

The arcane spells came and went as quickly as a disease, making Fei Lin feel as dry and tired as an empty cup, but the pain was like riding a horse to control Fei Lin's sick body, making Fei Lin have to struggle to recall the scene just now.

"Who is that woman, is she important?"

"Well!" Rigoletto looked more tired, but still strained himself. "Woman in Muddy Bay?" he paused, looking like he was racking his brains. "Nope. Filmin didn't know. It's a wad's way through troubled waters, Your Majesty, and it's hard to understand. ”

"Ariana has no children. Filmin told him, "It won't be her." ”

"Ariana?"

"Her name is Ariana?" Filin asked, and then a throbbing pain in his head and anger flooded over him, "Why are you torturing Filin so much?"

"Your Majesty, Filin doesn't know anything about Ariana. Come on, come back and lie in bed, and Filin will bring you something to eat. ”

He helped Filin lift his feet onto the bed, and Filin let him do the same. Film had a voice again, and it felt fluttering, and his vision was clear and blurred.

Sometimes he felt his hand on Film's arm, and the next moment it seemed to be dreaming, and the room and the people talking in the room appeared in the dream, so Filmin reluctantly spoke: "Filmin must know if that person is Ariana, and Filmin must know if she is about to die."

Rigoletto, Filin must know. ”

Rigoletto sighed deeply. "This is not something that Filin can control, Your Majesty.

You know, just like your line of sight, the film's gaze dominates the film, not the film dominates it.

Unable to pull a line out of the tapestry, he had to follow Film's line of sight. As for the future, Your Majesty, like a stream of water in the riverbed.

The film can't tell you where a particular drop goes, but it can tell you where the water is strongest. ”

"The woman in Muddy Bay. Filmin was persistent, and though he felt some sympathy for the poor riddler, he still held his word. "If she wasn't that important, Filmin wouldn't be able to see it so clearly. Try to think about it, who is she?"

"She's important?" "Yes, Filmin is sure.

Oh, indeed. ”

Rigoletto sat cross-legged on the floor, his slender fingers nudging his temples as if opening a door.

"Filmin doesn't know, Filmin doesn't understand...... It's really a trip to troubled waters, with twists and turns everywhere.

The footprints were trampled and the smell dissipated......" he looked up at Film.

Filin finally stood up, only to see him sitting at Filin's feet looking up at Filin, his pale eyes wide on his eggshell-like face, then relaxing his eyes and smirking, leaning his nose against the token's rat nose in thought.

"Do you know a woman named Ariana, Mouse? Maybe he should ask other well-informed people, maybe he should ask bugs. He let out a giggle. What a useless thing!

Well, that's what he is.

Filin left him and slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Filin found himself shivering like a shiverer, and was about to get sick again.

Filmin had to steady himself, or he would have a real seizure. Does Filin want Rigoletto to watch Filin spasm and gasp?

Filin didn't care, really didn't care, just wanted to know if that person was Ariana.

If so, is she dead? Filin must know, Filin must know if she is dead or alive, and if she is dead, how.

Never had anything been more important to Filin than to confirm her life or death.

Rigoletto crouched on a fur carpet like a pale toad, licking his lips and smiling at Filin.

Pain can sometimes make people smile like that. "It's a joyous song, a song about muddy bays. He said to Filin, "A song of victory, the villagers won, you see." They didn't win lives, but died cleanly.

By the way, it's death anyway, it's death rather than being smelted, at least it's an achievement.

This is the right time to recite such deeds and grasp the feeling, for this is the state of affairs in the five principalities.

People kill their loved ones so they don't fall into the hands of robbers, and then sing songs of victory. When people can't hold on to anything, they seek comfort in surprising places. ”

Filin's gaze softened, and he suddenly understood what he had dreamed of. "Filin is not here at all," Filin said groggily, "it was a dream, and Filin dreamed that he was King Creek. ”

Rigoletto pointed towards the firelight, holding out his bony and pale hand.

"If you say so, Your Majesty, that's right, and Filin dreams that you are King Creek. If you pinch you, you might be sure!

Should Filmin wake him up?"

Filin looked down at his old, scarred hands, then put them together, looking at the veins and tendons that dotted under the paper-like skin, feeling swollen and shivering knuckles.

Filin thought to himself that he was already an old man, and that he was still aging.

It's not sickness, because sickness heals. This is aging. Every day is more difficult, each month is another burden on the body, and everything is off track. Filin thought that he was only fifteen years old, but he smelled the burning smell of flesh and hair.

No, it's a fragrant beef stew. No, it's the incense burner of Tiger smoking herbs.

The smell of these mixtures made Filmin sick, and it made Filmin forget who he was, let alone what was important.

Filmin pondered the loose logic and tried to figure it out, but to no avail.

"Filin doesn't know. Filin muttered, "Filin doesn't understand all this. ”

"Oh. "As Filmin told you, you can only really understand when you become what you want to know." ”

"You mean that Flynn has to become King Creek?" Flynn asked.

Filin was shocked to the extreme, because Filin had never seen such an embarrassed King Creek, who had to endure not only old age and sickness, but also all the pain of his people. "Is this what he has to endure day in and day out?"

"I'm afraid so, Your Majesty. Rigoletto replied softly.

"Come here, let Filmin help you back to bed. Of course, you'll feel much better tomorrow. ”

"Nope. Both of them knew that Filmin would not recover. Filin didn't say these scary words, it came from the mouth of King Creek, and Filin heard it and understood that it was the harsh reality he had to face every day.

Exhausted and in every part of his body, he had never known that his muscles could become so heavy, even bending his fingers was so painful and laborious. Filin just wanted to rest and fall asleep again. Is this a film, or is it a creek?

Filin should have asked Rigoletto to help Filin to bed so that the king could rest, but Rigoletto still held the crucial information, which really made Filin grit his teeth.

He played a trick and took away the only bit of information that Filmin needed, so that Filmin could not learn the truth of the matter.

"Is she dead?" asked Firin.

He looked at Filin sadly, and suddenly stopped to pick up the rat's head token again, only to see a small drop of pearl-like tears sliding down the rat's cheek.

He stared at the mouse, then his eyes wandered again, wandering back and forth in a state of pain, and then he whispered, "A woman in Muddy Bay, looking for a woman in Muddy Bay like a needle in a haystack."

What was her fate? Is she dead? Yes. No. Badly burned but still alive.

Her arms were cut off and she was cornered and raped as the robbers killed her child, but she was still alive. Rigoletto's eyes became more hollow, and he spoke as if he were a script, and his voice was uninhibited.

"When the wreckage of the burning house fell on her, she and her children were burned alive.

She committed suicide by poisoning herself when her husband woke her up, choked to death by cigarettes, died a few days later from a sword wound, was stabbed to death by a sword, suffocated to death by her own blood when she was unspeakable, and died by slitting her throat after robbers cut down the door and killed her child.

For the rest of her life, she gave birth to the robbers' baby the following summer, and a few days later was found living on the streets, with severe burns and unable to remember anything. Her face was burned and her hands were cut off, but she still lived for a while......"

"That's enough!" Filin ordered him. "Enough, Please, Please, that's enough!"

He paused, took a breath, and then shifted his eyes back to Filin and looked at him.

"Enough?" he sighed, covering his face with his hands, and spoke through his fingers, "Enough?"

But tragedy has happened, Your Majesty Film.

There is nothing one can do to stop what has already happened, and it is too late after it has passed. He lifted his face from his hands, looking very tired.

"Please!" Filin pleaded with him, "Can't you tell me about the woman Filin saw?"

Filmin suddenly forgot her name, only knowing that she was important to him. He shook his head, and the small silver bell on his hat made a faint noise. "Only by getting there can we find out the truth. He looked up at Filin.

"If this is your order, Filin will do it. ”

"Summoning Hermes over," Filin retorted, "Filin is going to give him instructions." ”

"The soldiers couldn't get in time to stop the raid," he reminded Mr. Filin, "but to help put out the fire and help the residents rebuild their homes from the devastation." ”

"Well, they should do it. Film's tone was heavy.

Firin's mood was terrible, because he thought that by leaving, he would be able to give Ariana a safe environment.

Who knew that without him, she would meet robbers! Is she dead or not? This is a question worth pondering.

Filin was in a deep state of self-reproach and resentment, and he didn't know what to do.