It licked Film's cheek apologetically, and then disappeared into the woods.

Holding the little girl in his arms, he struggled to his feet and saw a group of knights advancing from the hill above Film.

Hermes rode his black horse and led Borges and Brad, along with six other knights, to his horror to find a ragged lady sitting behind Brad, and when she saw Film, she couldn't help but scream, and quickly dismounted and rushed over to reach for the child in Film's arms.

Filin couldn't bear to see her look full of hope and joy, and when she looked into Filin's eyes, he knew immediately that she had lost all hope.

She snatched the little girl from Firin's hand, grabbed the cold face hanging from her neck and began to scream.

This lonely sorrow hit Fei Lin like a tidal wave, and also broke down the wall in Fei Lin's heart, so that Fei Lin couldn't help but grieve with her, and her screams never stopped.

A few hours later, Filin was sitting in Hermes's study, screaming ringing in his ears.

Filin breathed in with the scream, shaking uncontrollably. Filin sat naked on a stool in front of the fireplace and watched the physician make the fire, while Borges behind him was as quiet as a stone, and at the same time the pine thorns and dirt from Filin's neck were cleaned. "This, and this one, is not a new wound. ”

He pointed to the other wounds on Filin's arm as he spoke, but Filin didn't say anything, in fact Filin had nothing to say.

The pot of hot water beside him was floated with dried irises and shards of periwinkles beside them. He dipped a cloth in water and wiped the wound on Film's throat.

"The blacksmith's hand is so big. He said aloud.

"Do you know him?" the doctor asked, turning to Borges.

"Didn't speak. He had seen him once or twice during the spring celebrations, when some merchants from remote areas had come with goods, and he remembered that he had brought some fine silver ornaments to decorate the harnesses. ”

They fell silent again, and Borges continued to work with his head. Most of the blood stained red by the warm water was not my own, except for a bunch of small injuries and muscles that hurt at the touch, there were many scratches and abrasions on his body, and a large swollen forehead, but he always felt as if he was not injured, and he was even more ashamed of it.

The little girl died, and Filin should have been at least badly injured, but I don't know why I had such thoughts.

Fihrin watched as Borges applied a piece of white gauze to Filin's forehead, and the doctor poured Fihrin a cup of tea.

Borges took the teacup and sniffed it cautiously before giving it to Film. "If it's a film, it's less valerian sedative. He said only this to the doctor, who walked back to the fireplace and sat down.

Charin walked in with the food, cleared a small table and set it up, and after a while Hermes strode into the room, taking off his cloak and hanging it on the back of his chair. "Filmin found her husband in the market. He said. "He's with her now.

She let the little girl play at the door before going out to fetch water, and when she came back, the child was gone. He looked at Filin, but he couldn't look at him.

"She was found in the woods shouting the child's name. Filin knew......" he glanced at the doctor. "Thank you, Diane. If you give Kaz Silverglow good medicine, you can leave. ”

"Filmin hasn't looked at it carefully......"

"He's fine. Borges took a long bandage to wrap Firin's chest, wrapped it around his other arm, and tried to fix the dressing on the wound on his neck, but it was of no use at all.

Because the bite was just at the intersection of the top of his shoulder and his neck, he had to divert his attention and watch the doctor look at Borges in annoyance before leaving, but Borges didn't notice it at all.

Hermes pulled over a chair and sat down facing Filin. As he raised his teacup to drink, Borges took it from Filin's hand. "Wait until you're done talking, or the valerian sedative in it will make you drowsy." ”

He walked away with his teacup, and he saw him pour half a cup of tea by the fireplace, then dilute it with water heated, and then fold his hands over his chest, leaning against the mantelpiece and watching the people.

Filin shifted his gaze to Hermes's eyes, waiting for him to speak.

He sighed. "Filin saw the child with you, and saw them beating each other for her, but then you suddenly disappeared. People lost contact and he tried his best but still couldn't find you, so he knew you must be in trouble, so he set out to find you as soon as possible, but I'm sorry I was late. ”

Filmin hoped that he would tell Hermes everything about Film, but it was too explicit.

Even if Filin knew the prince's secrets, he had no right to divulge them. Filin caught a glimpse of Borges scrutinizing the wall, and then spoke to the prince cautiously: "Thank you, Your Highness, the prince, you have arrived as fast as you can."

And even if you had come earlier, it would have been too late, for she had died almost as soon as Filmin saw her. ”

Hermes looked down at his hands. "Filmin knows the situation better than you, and Filmin cares about you. He looked up at Film, trying to smile. "The most striking thing about your fighting style is that you were able to survive this violent attack. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Borges, who was about to speak, and couldn't help but shiver. He saw the corpses of the smelted and the traces of the fight, and knew that Filin wasn't alone, but it would make the day worse.

Filin felt his heart suddenly freeze, because although Borges didn't say it now, his private questioning was even more unbearable.

"Kaz Silverlight?" Hermes recalls Film's attention.

Fei Lin spoke: "Please forgive Fei Lin, Your Royal Highness the Prince. ”

He almost burst out laughing. "Say 'Your Royal Highness' again. You can rest assured that he doesn't expect you to call Filin that, and neither does Borges.

He and Filin had known each other long enough, and he didn't call Filin Brother 'His Royal Highness' at such a time, don't forget that he was Brother Filin's Prince's people. Silverglow had borrowed his powers, often in less gentle ways.

Filin was sure that Borges could see that I did the same to you, and that Filin had ridden with you today, at least to that hill. ”

Filin looked at Borges, who nodded slowly, and neither of them knew why he was here.

"Filmin lost contact with you while you were fighting like crazy. If Filmin had used you as he wished, that wouldn't have happened. Hermes's fingers tapped on his thigh, still thinking.

"Filin thinks that you can only learn this skill if you practice. Borges, Silver Hui once told Filmin that you can use an axe more than a sword in a critical moment. Borges looked surprised.

In fact, he didn't expect Hermes to know about this, so he had to slowly shake his head again.

He once laughed at Film, saying that the axe was a thug's tool, not a gentleman's weapon. ”

Hermes smiled tightly. "Well, this is quite in line with Kaz's style, so let you teach him!

Lin didn't think that Hod had taught him, and though she would have done so if he had asked for it, Filin would rather have you teach him, as Filin wanted Kaz to practice keeping in touch with Filin while using the axe.

If one can combine the two courses, maybe he can become proficient in both.

Besides, if you had taught him, he wouldn't have been distracted by keeping the secret of Film's heart. Can you do it?"

Borges couldn't completely hide the look of displeasure on his face. "Yes, Your Highness the Prince. ”

"Then I'll leave you to work, and the sooner the better for me. Filin knows that you have other tasks and don't have much time for yourself, so you can ask Ah Fa to help you while you're busy teaching, he seems quite competent. ”

"He's very capable. Borges cautiously agreed. This was another small piece of information that Hermes knew.

"Well, good. Hermes leaned back in his chair and surveyed the two of them as if he were looking around the room. "Does anyone have any objection to such an arrangement?"

Filin understood that he ended the conversation politely with the question.

"Your Highness?" Borges's deep voice became soft and hesitant, "Rong Feilin...... Filmin is saying...... Filin did not want to question the decision made by His Royal Highness the Prince, but ......"

Filmin held his breath. That's good, the source of intelligence.

"Say it, Borges. Fei Lin thought that Fei Lin explained very clearly, don't say 'His Royal Highness the Prince' here. What are you worried about?"

Borges stood straight into the crown prince's eyes. "That's ...... Okay, bastard, he's a silver child after all, and what Filin saw there today......" Borges couldn't stop as soon as he spoke, trying to hide the anger in his voice, "You let him ...... Facing a dangerous situation like a slaughterhouse alone, other boys of the same age would have died a long time ago.

Film...... Try not to inquire about what Filin shouldn't know, and to understand that there are many other ways to be loyal to the King, and to understand that some missions are not so glamorous.

But in the mountains...... And what Filin saw today. Can you have someone else do this task instead of your brother's child?"

Filin turned his gaze back to Hermes, the first time he had seen an angry look on his face.

He didn't sneer or frown to express his displeasure, his eyes flashed with anger, and his lips tightened with anger, but he just said calmly: "Look a little more clearly, Borges, it's not a child sitting there.

Think again, instead of sending him up the mountain alone, he went through the sniper and hunt with him that they expected, not a head-on conflict.