From the outer court, Filin watched Planck and his guards mount their horses, while Floya, dressed in purple and white, and her guard of honor appeared. She stood beside Planck's mount and said goodbye to him, while Planck knelt down on one knee and kissed her hand before getting on his horse.

They talked briefly, and although he didn't know what they were talking about, he always smiled when he saw the queen's face under the fluttering hair.

Planck and his party marched into the storm, and he saw that there was still a hint of anger on his shoulders, but his obedience to the queen made Filin feel that his journey had been rewarding.

Hermione and Grace looked back at Filmin as they rode their horses, and Hermione waved goodbye boldly, and he waved in response.

Filin stood there watching them go, not just cold from the rain.

Filyn supported Hermes and Floya on this day, but at what cost?What did I do to Hermione?Did Ariana really anticipate all this?

That night, he went to visit King Creek in his chambers. He hadn't summoned Film, and he didn't want to talk to him about Hermione, he just wanted to see him.

Filin wondered if this was Hermes' will on Firin, or if Filin's heart reminded him not to abandon him.

Valles reluctantly let Filin in, and sternly warned me that the king was not yet fully recovered, and that I must not make him any more tired.

King Creek sat in front of his fire, and the room was filled with the smell of smoke.

The servant sat at the king's feet, his face still an interesting purple and blue.

He was lucky enough to sit under the smoke, but Filin was not so lucky, and had to sit on the backless stool that Valles had prepared for Filin.

After Filin informed the king of his arrival and sat down, it was a while before the king turned his head to look at Filin.

"Oh, Katz, how is your schoolwork going, is Master Ferencmann pleased with your progress?"

Glancing at the servant, he glared gloomily at the fire instead of Film.

"Yes," said Filin calmly, "he said that Filin was a good handwriter. ”

"That's good. The legible handwriting is something anyone can be proud of. By the way, what about people's agreements? Did Filmin keep his word to you?"

It's a cliché between people, and once again I think about the terms he offers film.

He fed and clothed Film, and educated Film, who had to be completely loyal to him in return for all he had given him.

Fihrin smiled at the familiar words, but Filin's throat was closed as he thought of the emaciated man who had said them, and what price Fihrin had paid for his demands.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you have. Filmin replied softly.

"Good. So, let me hear if you keep your promise to me as well. He struggled to lean back in his chair.

"Film, Your Majesty. I made a promise to him, only to see the servant look at Filin again and make that vow.

The atmosphere in the room was silent for a few moments, except for the sound of a burning fire.

Then the king sat up as if he had heard something, and looked puzzled. "Hermes, where is Hermes?"

"Hermes is out on a mission, Your Majesty, and he has gone to seek the help of the Ancients in driving the Red Ship off the coast of the people. ”

"Oh, yes, of course. He set out for help, but Filin didn't think it would be long......" He leaned back in his chair again, and Filin's hairs stood on end. Fei Lin felt his faint whisper sound, groping inattentively, his heart like a pair of old hands grasping Fei Lin's heart.

Filin had thought he wasn't talking in the shadows anymore, that he had exhausted the skill years ago.

Hermes had told Philincreek that he used to use this skill, but now he rarely uses it. Filin ignored these words at the time, and only regarded them as his loyalty to his father;

But now the ghostly arcane spell dragged Firin's mind like fingers playing harp strings, and I felt Nighteye lose his temper with the new intruder. Be quiet. Filmin warns of it.

Filmin suddenly took his breath away from a thought in his mind. Was it Hermes in Film's mind that fueled this idea? Filmin removed all kinds of guards, reminding himself that this was what Filmin had promised to this man years ago, loyalty to everything.

"Your Majesty?" said Firin, asking for his permission, moving the stool closer to him, then holding his weak hand.

It's like pushing myself into a rapids. "Oh, Hermes, Filin's child, you're here!"

For a moment Filin saw Hermes in Crick's eyes, the fat boy of eight or nine years old, less shrewd but much friendlier, not as tall as his brother Silverlight, but a likable prince, a brilliant second son, less ambitious, and less questionable.

Then, as if he had not yet stood still in the riverbed, he fell into a dark and violent frenzy of arcane spells, and suddenly looked through Crick's eyes, and I lost my way, only to see the edge of his vision hazy.

After a while, he caught a glimpse of Hermes wearily walking through the snow.

Kaz, what's going on? And then Filin was swept into King Creek's anguished heart.

Filin whispered in the depths of his heart, beyond the herbs and smoke that had harmed him, withering from excruciating pain. It was a creeping pain, squeezing along his spine and mind that was too easy to ignore.

He chose to let the pain eat away at him, or to use herbs and smoke to traumatize him physically and mentally to escape the pain.

But, deep down in his bewildered heart, a living king was still angry at his besiegement, his spirit still alive, and he continued to wrestle with the disobedient body, and against the pain that had eaten away at his soul for so many years.

Fihrin swore to see him in his youth, perhaps about a year older than Filin, with thick and unkempt hair like Hermes, piercing eyes, and fine lines on his face that were revealed by a bright smile.

This was the original appearance of his soul, a young man who was trapped and panicked, grabbed Filin and asked frantically, "Can you escape?" Filin only felt himself sinking with his grip.

Then, like two streams converging into a river, another force collided with the film, causing the film to rotate with its current.

Boy, control yourself! It felt as if a pair of strong hands were holding the film steady and branching it out of the twisted rope that was gradually taking shape. Father, he's here. Do you need help?

No, no. This has been the case for a long time. But Hermes ......

Yes, he is here.

Velotru was no longer loyal to the people, and Planck betrayed the people by letting the Red Ship stop there in exchange for his protection. When you come back, you must ......

The thought wandered, losing its power.

Father, where did all this news come from? Filin felt Hermes's sudden panic, because if Crick's words were true, Fort Buck would not survive the winter.

The spy sent by His Majesty sent a message to him, and then he came to see Filin.

People had to keep it a secret, and wait for a while until they had the strength to fight back against Planck, or until they decided to abandon him and his Red Ship friends.

Yes, that's His Majesty's plan, so that the Red Ship does not approach the Buck Principality, and then they will deal with Planck and punish him for the people.

Planck even lied about the need for assistance, hoping to lure people to his warship to suffer damage.

Is that so?

All of His Majesty's spies have confirmed this, and Filin fears that people will no longer be able to trust your foreign lady.

While Planck was still here, His Majesty mentioned how she had flirted with him, and conversed as much as she could, in private, and he feared that she had conspired with the enemies of the people to overthrow the throne.

This vehementous denial pierced through Filin's heart like a sword, and he was immediately drowned in a torrent of mystical spells of disorientation and selflessness.

Hermes felt it, and once again held Filin. People have to pay attention to this kid, he doesn't have enough of that. Father, he begs you, believe in Mrs. Filin. Filin knows she's sincere, and beware of His Majesty's group of spies who make small reports.

Use Spy against Spy, and before you take any action, negotiate with Etro and promise Filin to do this.

Filin is no fool, Hermes. Filin knows how to consolidate his throne.

Good, that's it. Take good care of this kid, he is not trained to do this.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Film's hand as if pulling him back from the burnt stove, and he leaned forward, resting his head between his knees, and felt the world spin for a while.

After hearing King Creek panting loudly like a race, the servant also pushed a glass of wine into Filin's hand, and then walked to the king and urged him to take a few sips of wine, after which he suddenly heard Vales ask, "What have you done to the king?"

"Neither of them is right!" the servant's voice was filled with sharp fear. "They had a good conversation, and all of a sudden, that's it! Take the damn smoked incense burner! Filin was afraid you'd kill them both. ”

"Quiet, servant, don't accuse Fihlin of this cure!" Then Fihrin heard Valles' hurried footsteps back and forth in the room, and he snuffed out the fire of each censer or covered it with a brass cap. After a while, the windows opened wide to welcome the cold winter night.

The cold air stabilized Film, allowing him to sit up and take a sip of wine, and gradually Film's feelings returned to normal.

But even so, he sat there when His Majesty broke down the door and asked what had happened.

He asked Filin this question when his servants helped Valles to help the king to bed.

Filmin shook his head at him sluggishly, this dazzling vertigo was not all fake.

"What is the condition of the king, and will he recover?" he asked Vales.