Filming didn't have the energy to sneak out of the room, sneaking up the stairs, and then sneaking down the hallway, fearing that someone would suddenly come out and find Filmin standing where he shouldn't be. Filin once longed for Ariana's warmth and tenderness, and as a result, gained a sense of serenity and serenity.

But now things were different, he was afraid of the sneakiness and anxiety of seeing each other, and even if she closed the door behind Filin, he couldn't let his guard down, just because Hermes was in Filin's heart.

And Fihrin had to prevent him from feeling my feelings and thoughts about Arianna, and not exposing those to the connection that Filyn and Hermes shared.

What if he gave up studying the scroll he had been trying to study, and what if he had figured out the spirit anyway, Hermes would find what he was looking for. So, he rolled over and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, even though there was silence around him, Filin's heart was not at peace.

The connection between Filin and Hermes is like a hook in Filin's flesh, and it must feel the same as the feeling of a hooked fish struggling to break away from the fishing line.

The relationship between Filin and Nighteye was on a deeper and more subtle level, but whenever it was there, the pair of green eyes glowed softly in the dark corners of Firin's heart.

These parts never sleep, never rest, never stand still, and the constant connection began to wear down Film.

A few hours later, the candle was about to burn out, the flame was fading, and the subtle changes in the air let Fihrin know that Etro had opened his silent door.

Filin got up and went upstairs to look for him, but every step Filin took up the stairs only made Filin's anger grow.

This anger does not resemble people roaring or fighting with each other, but stems from fatigue and panic, as if suffering an injury.

This anger makes one want to stop everything, and then bluntly say, "Filmin can't take it anymore." ”

"Can't stand what?" Etro asked Firin. He bent over the stained stone table to do some grinding work, then looked up at Filin, his tone revealing sincere concern, so that Filin finally calmed down and looked at the person who was listening to me.

A tall, lanky old Assassin, with acne scars and almost white hair, wore the familiar gray woollen robe, which always had stains or small burn marks on his clothes.

Filin wanted to know how many people he had killed for the king, and that he had been assassinated by a word or a nod from King Creek, no doubt faithful to his oath.

Regardless of these assassinations, Etro himself was a mild-mannered man.

Filmin suddenly wanted to ask him a question, more urgent than answering his question.

"Etro," asked Filin, "have you ever killed someone for yourself?"

He looked a little surprised. "For myself?"

"Yes. ”

"Killing to protect my own life?"

"Yes. Filin does not mean killing for the sake of the king, but killing people...... Make your life better. ”

He snorted. "Of course not. Then he looked at Filin with strange eyes.

"Why not?" Filin asked.

He looked incredulous. "But no one kills people just for convenience, that's not right. It's called murder, boy. ”

"Unless you kill for the king. ”

"Yes, unless you kill for the king. He readily agreed.

"Etro, what's the difference? What's the difference between doing this for yourself and doing it for Crick?"

He sighed and stopped what he was doing and walked to the end of the table and sat down on a high stool.

"Filin remembers asking the same question himself, but Filin asked not anyone else, but himself, because Filin was at your age, and Filin's mentor had died. He stared firmly into Filin's eyes.

"It's a matter of personal belief, boy. Do you believe in the king?

The king should be more important than your half-brother or your grandfather, more important than the good old man Crick, or the kind and honest Hermes.

He must be the king, the nucleus of a kingdom, the axle of the wheel.

If he is such an important person, if you believe that the five principalities are worth preserving, and that the well-being of the people will be more assured by the king's justice, then the answer will come out. ”

"In this way, you can kill for him. ”

"That's right. ”

"Have you ever killed against your judgment?"

"You've got a lot of questions tonight. He calmly warned Film.

"Maybe you've left Filin alone for too long before he has time to think about these issues. When people meet every night, they always talk about something else, plus I'm also busy, so I didn't think about it that much, but now Filmin does. ”

He nodded slowly. "Thinking isn't always...... It's comfortable.

It's always good, but it's also always uncomfortable. Yes, he had killed against his own judgment, but that went back to the beliefs that Filmin had just mentioned.

Filmin must believe that the people who gave Film's orders knew more than Film, and that they were well-informed and wise. ”

Filin was silent for a long time, but Etro relaxed. "Come in, don't stand at the door. People have a drink together, and then he's going to talk to you—"

"Have you ever killed a man by your own judgment alone, for the good of the whole kingdom?"

Etro looked at Filin for a moment, with an annoyed expression. Then he looked away, staring down at his old hands, rubbing their pale and silky hands against each other, fingers touching the conspicuous red acne scars.

"I don't make those judgments. He suddenly looked up at Filin. "Filmin never accepts that burden, and he doesn't want to have such concerns. It's not what people are supposed to do, boy, and that's the decision a king should make. ”

"I'm not a 'brat,'" Filin noted, taking a surprise himself, "Filin is Kaz Silver." ”

"To emphasize Kaz. He sternly stated, "You are the illegitimate son of the abdicated crown prince." He abdicated the throne and left himself without any right to judge. You are not a king, Kaz, not even the son of a true king. People are assassins. ”

"Then why did the people stand by while the real king was poisoned?" Filin then asked bluntly. "Film saw it, and you saw it.

He accepts the temptation to take herbs that make him lose his mind, and when he can't think, he accepts more temptations to take herbs that make him more stupid.

Knowing that the source was close at hand, he doubted its true provenance, and the people watched him grow depressed day by day.

Why? What kind of belief is this?"

His words stabbed Filmin like a knife. "I don't know where your faith is, he thought it was in Filin. Filin knows more than you do, and Filin is loyal to the king. ”

This time it was Film's turn to be dumbfounded. After a while, Filin slowly walked through the room to the cupboard where Etro stored his wine and glasses, and he carefully filled two glasses of wine and placed them in a tray, then brought the tray to the table by the fireplace, and sat down on the stone table of the fireplace.

After a while, Etro came over and sat down in his upholstered chair, lifting his glass from the tray and sipping.

"The past year has not been good for people. ”

"You rarely look for Film, and when you come to me, you're full of secrets. Filming tried not to reveal the accusation in his tone, but to no avail.

Etro let out a short laugh. "And you're an automatic, self-proclaimed question, doesn't that bother you?"

He laughed again, ignoring Filin's angry look. When he finished, he took another sip of wine and looked at Filin, his deep eyes still dancing with interest.

"Don't glare at Firin, boy. He told Film. "You've always asked of Filmin twice as much, if not more, from you. In Filming's mind, a master always has the right to expect his students to have faith and trust in him. ”

"You have!" said Flynn after a moment, "and you are right, he does have his own secrets, and he expects you to trust them as righteous and noble secrets, but Flynn can tell you Flyn's secrets, and you don't."

Whenever he entered the king's chambers, he saw that Valles' smoke and herbs worked on him.

Fihrin wanted to kill Valles so that the king could regain his senses. Next, he wanted to...... Complete this task. He's going to remove the source of these poisons. ”

"So, you want to kill Filin?"

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on it. "Are you the source of the poison that Valles provided to the King?" Filin was sure he had misunderstood.

He nodded slowly. "Some are, and may be, the ones you object to the most. ”

Filin's heart was cold and stiff. "But, Etro, why?"

He closed his lips and looked at Filin, and after a moment he spoke softly, "The king's secret belongs only to the king, and he cannot tell it, whether Filin thinks that the person who hears it will also keep the secret."

But if you can think as well as Filmin trained you, you'll know Film's secrets. Filmin doesn't hide this from you, and you can deduce many of your own secrets from Film's secrets. ”

Filmin turned and stirred the fire behind him. "Etro, he's tired, too tired to play a guessing game. Can't you just tell Film?"

"Of course, but then Filin will lose his trust to the king. Besides, it's bad enough that Filin just said that. ”

"You're nitpicking!" Flynn yelled angrily.

"Perhaps, but that's Filin's business. He replied calmly.

His surprisingly calm angered Film. Filmin shook his head violently, putting the mystery behind him for now. "Why did you summon Filin tonight?" Filin asked indifferently.

There was a look of hurt in his calm eyes. "Maybe it's just to see you, maybe it's to stop you from doing something stupid or doing permanent damage. Filmin knows what frustrates you, and he assures you that Filmin will share your worries.