Floya sighed and decided to give up on Film.

"The girl who made these candles had a very keen sense of smell, and could bring almost the fragrance of the whole garden into the room and surround the film.

His Majesty gave Filin some of her honeysuckle wicks, and later Filin personally searched for the candles she had made.

She's a maid here, and she doesn't have the time or resources to make a lot of candles, so Filin feels lucky to be given a gift from her. ”

"Your Majesty!" Filin repeated. His Majesty had spoken to Ariana, and he knew very well that she could make candles, and all kinds of premonitions made Filin's heart tighten. “

I'm afraid, he's bothering you, and that's not what Filin wants.

Please allow Filmin to leave and come back when you need company, okay?"

"This exercise requires a companion, Kaz Silverlight. She looked at Filin wistfully.

"Can you try to take it easy again?" Filin thought ...... Oh, well, he let you go. Hearing the remorse and loneliness in her tone, Filin sat up straight, took a breath and slowly exhaled, allowing him to feel her consciousness flicking over the net again.

She had an intellectual origin, he thought. Not very strongly, but she does have the ability.

Firin quietly left her room, wondering with a little glee, what Borges would have thought if he found out.

But when he remembered how shrewdly she had detected what Filin was doing, it wasn't so funny. Filin remembered the night hunt with the wolf cub.

Does this make the queen quickly complain that she has strange dreams?

When he recognized this fact, a cold feeling welled up in his heart.

Filin knew that sooner or later he would be discovered due to long-term negligence, and he also knew that Borges could sense that Filin was using his intellectual origin.

What if there were anyone else? So, he made up his mind. Tomorrow, he will go into action.

The servant will always be one of the most difficult mysteries to solve in Fort Stag, and it is almost fair to say that no one knows for sure what he came from.

His origin, age, gender, and ancestry are all topics of speculation.

The most astonishing thing is that such a public figure can still be shrouded in mystery, and that there are always more questions about the servant than answers.

Does he really possess mystical powers, prophetic abilities, or magic?

Or is he, by his wit and sharpness, to make people think that he has the power of an unpredictable prophet?

If he doesn't know the future as he appears, he is a prophet who dominates many people to help shape the future he has in mind.

The white snow sets off the white hair, and one ear is twitching, and at this time, the small movement reveals the whereabouts.

Did you see that?' Filmin asked it immediately.

Filmin smelled it.

Filmin saw it.

I winked lightly at my prey and didn't make any more movements. That's enough.

It leaped, and the rabbit was startled, and the wolf chased after it. The rabbit ran lightly through the loose snow, and the little wolf had to pounce on it with a galloping and jumping.

I saw the rabbit dodging and running, running here and there, round the trees and around the bushes, and then running into the thorny vines.

Is it still there?" the wolf sniffed hopefully, but the dense thorns caused it to retract its sensitive nose.

Ran away. Filin told it.

Are you sure? Why don't you help?

Filmmakers cannot chase prey on loose snow. I had to sneak close and jump if necessary.

Oh. I see. Chew one's cod.

People are two wolves, and they must hunt in pairs. Filin can drive your prey to you, making you ready to jump out and bite its neck.

Filmin shook his head slowly. You must learn to hunt alone, little wolf. Film won't always be with you, either in your heart or by your side.

Wolves don't hunt alone.

Probably not, but many wolves do, and so will you. But Filmin didn't mean to start you by hunting rabbits. Come here!

It crouched on Film's heels, trying to let Filmin lead it. The people left Fort Stag before the light of the sky dimmed, but now the sky was an open blue, pure and clear.

The trail he had embarked on was nothing more than a shallow gully in the deep snow, and with each step he took sank into the calf-deep snow. For people, the forest is a place of winter tranquility, with the occasional sound of birds flying by or crows chirping in the distance.

It is an open forest, mostly with saplings, and only a few large trees that have narrowly escaped the burning hills, making it a good place to graze goats in the summer.

Their hooves leave footprints on the ground. As they walked, they came to a frugal stone house with dilapidated corrals and shelter for goats, which were only used in the summer.

When he went to look for the wolf in the morning, he gladly led me to a circuitous path where he could evade the guards, and the brick-sealed cattle fence was its way out, and the stones and mortar were crumbling from the slight loosening of the soil, forming a wide gap through which he could slide out, and Film, from the snow he had stepped on, often used this channel.

The people sneaked out of the walls and away from the castle, walking like shadows in the dim starlight and snowy moonlight, and when the people were safely out of the castle, the wolf wolf used the expedition as a sniper exercise.

It rushes forward and waits, leaps up to catch Filmin with its open claws or bites, and then runs far away in a large circle before attacking from behind Film.

Filin let it play like this, gladly accepting the practice that warmed Filin and the unintentional playfulness. Filming always kept people moving, so just a few miles away from Fort Buck at sunrise came to one

A place that is rarely visited in winter. It was purely by chance that Filin saw the white rabbit in the snow, and he originally wanted to find an easier prey for him to try his skills.

Why do people come here? It asks Filmin when people see the little stone house.

Come hunting. Filmin replied briefly, then stopped not far away, and the little wolf leaned down beside Filmin and waited.

So, let's get started!, Filin told him. Go and see if there is any prey.

Oh, it's worth hunting, this is it. Sniff out the crumbs of food in the human nest. It thought contemptuously.

Not scraps. Check it out.

It ran forward, then from another angle towards the stone house, and he watched it go. People hunt together in their dreams, and I've taught it, so now Filin wants it to be able to go alone without Film's help at all. I was convinced of its ability to hunt alone, and blamed myself for asking it to prove it now, just to delay the time.

It hid as far as it could in the snowy bushes, then cautiously approached the stone house, pricking up its ears to be alert and sniffing incessantly. Familiar taste. It's human. Goat. Died coldly.

It stood still for a moment, then cautiously stepped forward. It can now learn to take steps with pre-planned and precise strides, straighten its tail and stay focused.

It jumped up and grabbed its prey, shook its head and bit the little creature to fly, and caught it when it landed. It happily announced, then tossed its prey into the air and jumped on its front legs, then happily caught it with its tiny front teeth and threw it into the air.

Filin showed a look of pride and approval. When he had had had enough, the rat was a soaked ball of hair, and he swallowed his prey and jumped back to Filin.

A bunch of rats! It's full of rats. There are smells and traces of them all around the stone house.

Filmin thought there must be a lot of rats here. Shepherds are complaining about the abundance of rats and the spoiling of food in the summer. Filin thinks they'll spend the winter here, too.

Fattened in amazement, at this time of year. The little wolf jumped away after expressing his opinion.

It hunted in high spirits until it was hungry, and then it was Firin's turn to walk to the stone house. The snow piled up on the wobbly wooden door, but Filin slammed it open with his shoulder.

The interior of the stone house was gloomy, with snow leaking from the roof and freezing in streaks on the dusty floor, a rudimentary fireplace and a chimney with a kettle hook, and stools and wooden benches as the only furniture.

There was also some firewood next to the fireplace, just enough for the film to use to make a fire on the blackened stone.

The film kept the fire weak, enough for the film to keep warm and keep warm the bread and meat that he carried with him.

The little wolf also came to taste the food, not so much that he was hungry, but to share the delicacy with Filin, and then he leisurely explored the inside of the stone house, and there were many rats!

Filmin knows. Filin hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to continue, you won't starve here.

It sniffed around the corner, then suddenly raised its nose and took a few steps towards Filin, then stopped and stood stiffly. People stared at each other, desolate in the darkness. You're going to leave Filin here.

Yes. There's plenty of food here, and Filin will come back in a little while to see if you're okay.

Filin believes that you will have a good time here, and will teach yourself to hunt. First rats, then bigger prey......

You betrayed Film. You betrayed the same wolf pack.

No. People are not the same wolf pack. Filmin lets you live freely, little wolf.

People are too close, it's not good for each other, and he told you a long time ago that he won't have a hold back with you.

People's lives are irrelevant, and it's better for you to live alone and be the wolf you should be.

Film's nature should belong to the wolves. It looked up and glared at Filin. Can you tell the wolves around Filin that they can accept the invaders invading their territory and accept Filin as one of them?

Filmin had to look away from it. No. There are no wolves here, and it takes days to reach the wilderness where wolves roam freely.

So what does the film have here?

Food. Freely. Your own life, an independent life without film.

Isolated. It bared its teeth at Film, then suddenly turned, circled past Filmin and walked to the door.