"Do you really want to do that?" said Eros held out his hand to block it, a hint of concern. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 You should know what the penalties are for stealing the King's coat of arms. Besides, maybe it's really just a thrill, just to teach us a little lesson?"

Is it really just a risk? No, you can't take the few thousand elves left in the woodland to bet on whether the High King will be as generous as ever, especially if both Princess Silvermoon and Isild are hurt. Even if he gambled on the generosity of the High King, he could only let Thranduil go in person.

She pulled out the letter pressed against Eroth's hand and pressed the king's coat of arms down heavily. "Make haste to bring the expenses into the treasury and send them to the High King. If he is on the battlefield, lead the carriage directly to the battlefield. ”

Looking at the advisor with a hint of banter in front of him, Aylos sighed heavily at the letter.

"Hey, Lord Elos, you really don't have to worry about me, anyway, for as long as I can remember, there doesn't seem to be any theft of the King's badge. Vernoll smiled and handed over the stamped letter. "Even if the punishment is determined, it will take a while to discuss it, right? I have enough time to ask Lord Devin for help. ”

With all that said, Eros could only lead his attendants to take enough treasure and send it to the High King as quickly as he could. At the time of the withdrawal, Edmund, who regarded money as his life, was not there, and the official letter and official seal were indeed the real thing, and the process of withdrawing the library was finally completed quickly.

When Eloth arrived at the treasury, Vernore hurried to the king's tent.

Standing by the tent door, she pondered how to convince Thranduil in the shortest possible time, but when she met the other man's eyes, she couldn't help but laugh at herself. Isn't the shortest, least risk-free solution always to myself, and why do I keep avoiding this fact?

With the sweetest smile she could on, she walked over to the empty seat beside Thrandeil and sat down. With the tablecloth draped in front of her, she placed her hand gently on Thranduil's lap. Feeling the other party shudder slightly, she smiled and moved her head closer.

"According to etiquette, I should send Prince Noldor back on your behalf. Taking Thranduil's hand, she let her voice become softer. "But, I don't know why, I want you to come with me......"

Why did you use battle perception, what did Aros tell you, these questions were all completely thrown by the Elf King to Valinor. He nodded in agreement without even thinking about it. Isn't it just to send you there? I can send you to the ends of the earth.

"Go and meet the Most High King, too. At that time, you said that you would thank him in person. Do you remember the Black Gate loot?"

Where can Thranduil remember anything now? It wasn't until he entered the king's tent in the Noldor camp and was torn off his face by the angry High King that Thranduil came to his senses.

Seeing that Thranduil's face had more paint on his face than his own son, the High King's face finally improved a little. After making sure that Isild had only suffered some skin wounds, he waved away the other elves present. Only then did he point to the two elf kings standing behind, suppressing the smile in his heart and pretending to be angry.

"One is the elven king, and the other is the elven prince, you should really show the mirror to yourself! Don't you think that your face is blue and purple, and you don't look like a king at all?"

The Supreme King was full of blame, but he sighed in his heart, after all, they were just two children! All that Thranduil had done before was also condemned in the heart of the High King to be childlike willfulness. He laughed at the thought that he almost agreed to that crazy plan for the sake of his child's willfulness.

"Okay, I still have something to do. It's time for you to take care of your wounds, too. The two children were sent away, and the High King's face immediately sank. He beckoned to his entourage, and Masashi commanded, "Send the jewels that the woodland just sent to King Arnoor, and tell him to take the jewels and go to the dwarves to change his equipment." Remember, be sure to tell him to remind his son not to have any more crazy thoughts that are not good for the woodland barracks. ”

With the High King's order, the anomaly of the Noldor army disappeared immediately, and the Danden soldiers received an order to return to their normal formation. Emperor Elendil and Essidor, who had hurried back from the battlefield to receive the jewels, looked at each other and saw that the jewels were full of joy at all.

It's just a little bit of time. As long as the Elven King went to the High King a quarter of an hour later, the Dengdans could change their formation with the High King's acquiescence, so that the enemy could drive straight into the woodland camp. Although the High King has arranged a defensive legion that is sufficient to ensure the safety of the Wood Elves, as long as Thranduil can learn a long lesson, it will be more comfortable than receiving jewels that can be used to buy equipment. Elendir let out a long sigh and raised her hand for the soldier to carry the jewels away.

"Although I didn't let out this bad breath, I still got the equipment in the end. Essidor was quick to comfort his lost heart with the benefits he had gained. "The elven king is the elven king after all, and he can react so quickly as soon as he senses a movement. With his strength, even if we can't occupy any top spot in him, we will still focus on wooing him in the future. ”

"What else else?" said Elendil, slumped into a cowhide chair with broken armrests. "Even Gilgalad has spoken, this kid's luck is really good......"

Thranduil also felt that she was quite lucky today!

Vernorr took the initiative to come over and hold his hand. After sending Isild back to his camp, Vernol actually proposed to go back to the woodland barracks first, and not be in a hurry to return to Noldor to join the war. From time to time, the elven king who was riding on the deer glanced back at the advisor who was following behind him, and shouted inwardly: Happiness is so easy?

Who could have known that after returning to the king's tent, Vernor, who had been smiling lightly, suddenly knelt in front of Thrandil. For some reason, Thranduil reached out to help her, but instead made her kneel a few steps back.

"Your Majesty, please punish me. Lowering her head and gently touching the Elven King's leather boots, she said apologetically, "I have stolen your King's crest. ”

"That's it...... Is this a matter?" Thranduil didn't clear his mind for a moment, and subconsciously said, "You should get up and talk about it first." Tell me why we want to steal it. Is there something missing, or is there a special purpose?"

As long as it has nothing to do with the interception of the equipment of the Dengdan, I don't mind forgiving you.