Filmin knocked on the door of the star and was allowed to enter, and upon entering, he saw that Rem had just finished cleaning the room and put it in order, leaving an empty chair to sit on.

They were both excited to see Filin, and I talked to them about my trip to Velotrotro, but avoided mentioning the heroine.

Filin knew that Constellation would hear rumors about her sooner or later, and would definitely question Filin;

And Fei Lin will have to refute the rumors in front of her at that time, saying that the rumors have exaggerated the hand-to-hand encounter between Fei Lin and the female hero. Hope this works.

Filmin also brought back gifts, a miniature ivoryfish for Rem to use as a necklace pendant or pinned to her clothes, and Starlight's gift was a pair of amber silver earrings and a large clay pot with a wax lid for winter green raspberry jam.

"I haven't tasted a winter tree. Constellation was puzzled by the gift that Filmin had given her.

"No?" I asked, feigning doubt. "I thought you told Film, this is the childhood fragrance you miss day and night.

Didn't you have an uncle who gave you a winter tree?"

"Nope. Filmin doesn't remember telling you that. ”

"Rem, then, perhaps?" asked Filin sincerely.

"It's not Feilin, young master. Although it smells good in the air, it is still too pungent for me. ”

"Oh, that's right! Well, it's Film's mistake. Filin put it on the table.

"What?Snowflake, isn't it pregnant again?" As he spoke to Xingcai, her white dog finally decided to sniff Film, and I could feel that her little heart was wondering about the smell of the wolf on Film.

"No, it's just a blessing. Rem interjected to answer for it, then stopped to scratch behind its ear. "Madame left sweet meats and biscuits on the plate, and Snowflake always had a way of stealing them. ”

"You know it shouldn't be allowed to be like this, it's not good for its teeth and hair. Filmin accuses Star, but she replies that she does, but Snowflake is too old to learn the rules.

The people continued to gossip, and after an hour Filin got up to leave, and he had to try to report to the king again.

"Earlier, he had sent him away at the door of his house," Filin had mentioned, "not the guard, but his servant Valles, who would not let Filin in. Filin asked him where the guards had gone, and he replied that the guards had been ordered to retreat.

He also said that the king needed to be quiet, so it was better for him not to quarrel with him. ”

"The king dragon is not in good health, you know it. Rem said. Filin had heard that he seldom stepped out of the room before noon, and when he did, he was as if enchanted with energy and a great appetite.

But in the evening, he suddenly became weak and began to slurred his speech.

In the evening, he dined in his room, but the cook said that the contents of the plate were always brought back in their original form, which was a worrying situation. ”

"That's right. Filmin agreed and turned away, not wanting to hear any more.

Well, the king's health was a hot topic in the castle, and he had to ask Etro what to do and find out for himself.

Film's previous attempt to meet the king was met by the nosy Valles, and he was rude to him, as if I had come to the king to pass the time, not to report after completing the mission.

He also treated the king as a debilitating sick man and volunteered to prevent anyone from disturbing the king. Vales, he thought, no one had taught him how to do his duty well and not overstep?

As he paced gently towards the king's chambers, he couldn't help but wonder when Ariana would discover the scent of the winter green tree.

She must have known that Filin had brought it back for her, because it was the scent she had wanted to have since she was a child.

Valles walked over and opened the door, then looked out through the crack in the door. When he saw Filin, he frowned and opened the door a little more, but blocked the gap behind the door with his body, as if Filin's glance would be detrimental to the king. Instead of greeting Film, he asked, "Didn't you come here earlier today?"

"Yes, he came, but at that time you said that King Creek was asleep, so Filin had to come again and report to him. Filmin tried to maintain a polite tone.

"Oh, is this report important?"

If he thinks that he is wasting his time, he will send him away. Filmin suggests you tell him I'm coming. Filin smiled a little later, trying to soften his sharp tone.

"The king didn't have much energy, he only wanted him to get up when necessary. He was still standing by the door. Filin looked at his form and wondered if he should push him away with his shoulders and into the room. But that is bound to cause a lot of uproar.

If the king was really sick, he didn't want to bother him anymore. Someone tapped Fihrin on the shoulder, but when he looked back, it was empty, and when he turned around, he saw the servant standing between Valles and Filin.

"Are you his doctor?" then, why should you make such a judgment?" continued the servant Dai Feilin, "of course, you can be a good doctor, and your virtue is enough to make Filin diarrhea, and your words will also remove the flatulence in Filin's stomach.

And people, dear king, who has been weakened by sickness in your presence all day, I wonder how many times he has had diarrhea?"

The servant carried a tray covered with a napkin, and he smelled the rich aroma of the beef consommé and the warmth of the freshly baked egg noodles.

He decorated his black-and-white flecked winter coat with enamel bells and a skullcap studded with holly wreaths, and carried his servant's token under his arm.

It's another rat head token, and this rat head seems to be high above the top, and it is alive and well. Filin had seen him hold it in front of the great fireplace for a long talk, and take it upstairs to the king.

"Go away, servant, you've been here twice today. The king is already bedtime and does not need you. Valles said sternly, but he stepped back inadvertently, allowing Filin to see that he was the kind of person who could not face the pale eyes of the servant, and that he would cringe if the servant touched him with his pale hands.

"Not twice, but three times, his dear Vas, the presence of Filin replaces yours.

Tell Your Majesty all your gossip. Since the tiles can have farts, the walls should also have ears!

Such ears must have heard a great deal of the king's affairs, and perhaps you could enlighten the dear prince and make him poach, and his deep eyes, to the point of seeing Efelin, were enough to prove that his bowels had twisted back to blind his eyes. ”

"How dare you say that, Your Majesty?" said Vales, angrily, as the servant had already entered, and I followed.

"He should hear this. ”

"Say this, say that, whatever you want anyway! So, dear Vas, don't spit your flatulence out to Film, leave it to your prince, who will be glad to hear you fan the flames.

If Filin believes he's enjoying the smoke right now, then you can vent your gas to him, and he'll nod drowsily, thinking you're right, and he'll think your gas is so fragrant. ”

The servants still had words in their mouths, and trays full of food guarded him like shields.

Valeth was on his feet, and the servant forced him to retreat, then passed through the living room into the king's bedroom, where he placed the tray beside the king's bed, while Valeth retreated to another door in the room. Then the servant's eyes brightened.

"Oh, the king is not lying in bed at all, is it possible that you have hidden him, his dear vassy, come out, your majesty, his cunning and cunning majesty.

You are the King of Creek, not the King of Blindness, so don't sneak up hiding by the walls and under the sheets!" the servant began to fiddle with the apparently empty bed and bedspread.

Holding out the token for the rat head above to look at the curtain, I couldn't help but laugh.

Vales leaned against the door as if to guard against the people, but the door opened from the inside, and he fell into the crook of the king's arm, and then fell heavily to the floor. "Look at him!" said the servant to me, "and you see that he is a disgrace, not only taking Filin's position in front of the king, but also clumsily throwing himself on all fours trying to pretend to be a servant. Such a person deserves the title of servant, but he is not qualified to take on the task of a servant!"

Creek stood there in his nightgown, a look of annoyed dissatisfaction on his face. He looked down at Valles on the ground in wonder, then looked up at the servant and Film, ignored what had just happened, and spoke to Vares, who stumbled to his feet: "This steam is not good for me at all, Vales, but it makes Film's head hurt even more, and it makes Film's mouth full of bitterness."

Take it away! Tell Your Majesty that Filin thinks his new herb may be used to ward off flies, but I'm afraid it won't cure the disease.

Remove it now, and wait until it's too late for the room to smell weird. Oh, servant, here you are. And Kaz, you're finally coming to report.

Come in and sit down! Vales, didn't you hear what I said, get that pesky pot away!

No, don't pass through here, take a detour and take it out!" Crick waved his hand and sent the guy away like a pesky fly.

Crick closed the door to the bathroom tightly, as if to prevent the smell from wafting into the bedroom, and then walked back and moved a straight-backed chair by the fire.

In a few moments the servant brought a table and placed it beside the chair, and the cloth covering the food became a tablecloth, and he served the king with the grace of a maid.

First the silverware and napkins, his dexterity made Crick smile as well, and then the servant bent over the fireplace, his knees almost touching his ears, his slender hands resting on his chin, his pale skin and hair glowing as red as a flame.

His every move was graceful as that of a dancer, and his posture was as clever as it was joyful, and the king leaned over to smooth his servant's flying hair like a kitten.