The squire hurried in return, and Thranduil frowned and exclaimed, "I don't want to hear the words 'they're happy.'" Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info says what they're doing. ”

The squire pursed his lips in fright, and after thinking for a while, he replied, "The advisor has accompanied the princess to the plains on the other side of the battlefield." The advisor said he would come back in three days......"

Thranduil kicked the table away from the table next to him. "What about Dewen? Let him go and gather the guard of honor. As the host, I should accompany the princess on her travels. ”

Dewen, who had already left, had no choice but to go and return. Although he was glad that the Elven King had finally begun to pay attention to the Silver Moon Princess, he had to remind, "According to your invitation, the officials sent by the Dwarf King will arrive early tomorrow morning. Don't you have an important trade to talk to him about? ”

Mithril Helm of the Dwarves! Thranduil finally turned anger into motivation. It would take a few years to implement that, but the Mithril Helm was indispensable. Three days, three days, and then come back in three days.

Three days later, when he craned his neck and finally saw the princess's guard of honor slowly entering the camp, the attendant who had been sent to follow the adviser trembled and replied: "The advisor has gone straight back to the Noldor camp." It didn't take long to leave. As soon as he finished speaking, the elven king who was riding on the deer left a trail of dust and went straight to the Noldor camp.

Devon and Eros looked at each other, and they both began to worry about the King's advisor. Because he was worried that the Elven King would settle accounts with the advisor after he reacted, Dewen sent someone to inform Vernor to avoid the Elven King as much as possible.

"Anyway, the expelled elves are not qualified to meet the king." Devin used this as an excuse. Unexpectedly, the elf king still refused to give up, and chased after him directly. Thinking of Thranduil's disgust with the people of Dendan, and the fact that the advisor had sent the jewels over without permission, Dewen's brows were tangled again.

"Do you want me to bring a few soldiers with me to take a look and act when the opportunity comes?" Deeply aware of how important advisors are to the Woodland Kingdom, Eros asked unwillingly. In his opinion, the adviser had escaped by rushing to offer expulsion as punishment before His Majesty had determined the punishment. But he still felt that with His Majesty's growing temper, he might not let go of the adviser so lightly.

"If you have the guts, go ahead." Devin sighed and turned, as if talking to himself or as if he was deliberately prompting, "Think of Edmund who was sent to learn to cook." And he said something that everybody wanted to say - the deal was too much of a loss. ”

Eros saw the scene before Edmund was punished. The king of the woodlands, with a crown of branches, had a proud lunch with the dwarven trade officials. The Elven King's smooth cheeks still bear the shallow scars of the previous day's fight with Prince Noldor, but this does not affect his beauty, at most it makes the dwarven officials look a little more curious when they see him.

When the dwarven officials directly brought up the dwarven king's usual greed in front of all the elven officials, the woodland officials thought that the elven king would casually smash the wine glass in his hand. The woodland officials, who sat closer to the dwarves, were even prepared to take refuge lest their robes be stained by the wine in the wine glasses. Unexpectedly, the Elf King did something unexpected, he didn't even frown, stretched out two fingers on his other hand, nodded and said, "5 forging furnaces are fine, but you need to change two." I know you have two Mithril helmets. One for the king and one for the queen. ”

The Elven King is too good! The dwarven officials suspect that the rumored fearsome Thranduil has a knack for seeing through people's hearts. Before leaving, the dwarven king gave him 2 Mithril Helmets for 5 forges. In order to sit on the ground and raise the price, the trading plan he just proposed was that he could only change one piece. However, the dwarven officials still want to fight for greater benefits, which allows him to show off his skills in front of the king and queen for more rewards.

"If I don't accept it, I don't mind taking the time to go to Lonely Mountain. Meet your king. The Elf King stretched out his hand with a huge ring and raised it, which meant to send off the guest. But I want to give you a hint. If the deal is not against your king's wishes, he will need to come out and negotiate it himself. With his temper, there could be a terrible punishment? ”

The dwarven officer felt his scalp tingle, lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Just as you want." When will it be delivered to you? ”

"There's no rush. You can go back with 1 forge as a deposit. Then ......" Thranduil crossed his hands on the table and said patiently, "2 Mithril Helmets have been changed to 1 size that can be worn by elves, and the extra materials have been sent to me." Don't tell me there are no materials left after the change! I can guess with my eyes closed at least a quarter more! Okay, you can go down. ”

Woodland officials still feel too much of a loss. But among them, only Edmund, who regarded wealth as his life, stood up and said, "Although the Mithril Helmet is rare, it is really not worth 5 forges, Your Majesty!" When we first captured the Black Gate, we gave 10 forges and moved the entire treasury of the dwarves......"

"Then Lord Edmund, tell me why the remaining five forges have been idle for a few months and have not brought me any wealth?" With the deal on the table, Thranduil's patience was almost exhausted. "What other country can afford to pay for what they are worth? Except for Sauron! I'm going to send troops to watch them at the Black Gate! If you can't drink, eat, or bring anything you can't bring, it's useless! You have been in charge of the treasury for so long, and you still don't understand this truth, so you go to the kitchen to study for a month. ”

"Speaking of which...... It's almost time for the woodland barracks to take on duty. Aros, too, learned from Devin and turned decisively, walking towards where the woodland archers were.

Thrandil, riding a horned deer, intercepted Vernor on the periphery of Nomenor's army, halfway between the woodland and the Noldor. She had already replaced her silver mask with the usual black veil of Noldor, looking a little surprised. Although it is the periphery of the army, there are creatures passing by from time to time. A probe looked out and approached the Nomenorians who saluted the Elven King. Vernoer hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the reins, lowered his head with the appearance of a deer attendant, and pulled him to a farther place, then gently touched the horned deer, and asked softly: "Your Majesty still blames me for giving the treasure to the Dengdanians?" ”

"I'm annoyed. But it's not about equipment, is it? Thranduil bent down deeply, allowing her eyes to barely meet the other's. You didn't even say a word to me and left. Vernor...... What is it that makes you feel disgusted with me? Why do you avoid me? ”