Skillfully changing the unclean robe on his body, the tired Elf King did not choose to fall asleep immediately. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He wants to look at the books that Mayor Changhe gave him and find the answer to what he should say when we meet tomorrow. In his opinion, even if Vernoll was not angry, he was still a little excessive. What can I say without mentioning the unhappy things, and at the same time let Vernoll know that he apologized? Holding the book in his hand, he subconsciously walked to the wine cabinet, and with a glance of his eyes, he saw the red wine that Ziljan had given him.

From the time she could drink alcohol as an adult, Thranduil had a high demand for alcohol. He's not a creature who will try new wines lightly. What's more, the wine of the human royal family tastes too domineering in Thranduil's opinion, and it is not the best wine. That day, he took Qilyang's wine and ordered it to be put in his own dormitory, purely for the sake of the other party's Prince Danden. I didn't expect that the attitude of pretending to pay attention to it at that time made the attendant really think that he cared about this bottle of wine and never took it away?

Had it not been for Ziljan's request to take Fernor back to the human kingdom, what would have happened to the rest of the world?

Enraged, Thranduil pulled the bottle out of the wine cabinet with almost a pulling motion. Knowing that as the king of the woodland, he could not and would not punish Prince Dandon in any way, so he had to take his anger out on the innocent wine. After opening the bottle with an ungraceful motion, Thranduil retrieved the largest glass - even though he was intent on destroying the bottle in the hands of humans in one gulp, the aristocratic upbringing prevented him from drinking directly from the bottle.

However, the bottle was not completely drunk in the end.

In addition, the effect of the wine is very strong, and the effect can be achieved by drinking a few sips, and in order to prevent the drinking creatures from drinking too much, it is deliberately made a little bitter. As soon as the strange aroma of the liquid flowed through the taste buds, there was a hint of weirdness in the domineering taste, which made Thranduil stop drinking. Slightly disgusted, he looked at the wine he had only taken a sip of, and Thranduil placed the glass on the table.

As soon as he was lying on the bed with a book, before he could take a few looks, exhaustion made him close his eyes in the bright light. However, after a few minutes, the elf king, who had no idea that the heat of his body had not allowed him to fall asleep, sat up from the bed with a distracted expression on his slightly flushed cheeks.

Although human wine tastes terrible, the hypnotic effect is good. Thinking that he had entered the dream realm, Thranduil took off his outer robe slightly irritably, and leaned against the head of the bed wearing only a soft undershirt. His eyes were fixed on the door of the dormitory - according to the dream, his beloved female elf would push the door open with a light smile and sit down beside him without saying a word.

Mistaking the real world for a dream is not to blame for Thrandeil. As a holy elf, only in dreams can he have an inexplicable sense of heat. Although he felt that the dream at this time was a little abnormal, his confused consciousness and sometimes blurred and sometimes clear vision allowed him to dispel all doubts.

But after all this time, why didn't she come to me on her own initiative, as she had done in countless dreams in the past?

Thranduil decided to take the initiative.

Considering that every time he was about to get Vernor in a dream, a wood elf named Okpa would always appear in time and wake up in a panic with cold words. Thranduil had not forgotten to take his saber with him when he left the dormitory.

It was rare to enter a dream with such a strong sense of reality, and he didn't want to miss the feeling of Okpa. Anyway, no matter how wonderful it was at the beginning, it was all empty in the end, and it was not for nothing to teach the disgusted Wood Elf a lesson. With this conviction, he quickly walked through the empty corridor to the door of the dormitory, which was only separated by a wall from him.

Seeing that the door that should have been closed was actually hidden, even leaving a gap, Thranduil was even more sure that all this was just a more realistic dream. Of course, he didn't know that the hidden door was deliberately done by Vernoer to make it easier for Mino to enter and exit, but he was once again glad that Vernoll took the initiative in the dream. Only in his dreams, the indifferent Vernoll would take the initiative to lean on his chest with a shy smile, and take the initiative to stretch out his hands around his neck. even, took the initiative to take off his robe for him who put on a proud posture......

It's a pity that the dream that has been staged countless times has an accident again. Thranduil, who had crept into the dormitory with his saber, did not see the elf sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at him, he only saw the sleeping elf with his back to him. The long hair that should have appeared in the dream was replaced by blonde hair that was so short that it only reached the shoulders. Even Mino, who had never entered a dream, actually appeared next to the female elf. The northern dog breed, which did not like to make sounds, tried his best but could not stand up, so he had to raise his head slightly from the lap of the female elf, and gently shook his tail to the elf king to show his closeness. In order not to disturb the sleeping elf, Thranduil hurriedly walked over and gently touched Mino's head, successfully quieting it.

Minow, who was in his twilight years, knew that it would not be long before he would leave his master forever with the end of his life. In order to be closer to its owner in the last moments of its life, it wants to spend more time with its owner. Although Vernoer has been staying in the inner garden for a long time for more than a month to grow plants, Mino, who lives in the inner garden temporarily, can also follow his master every day and enjoy the gentle caress of his master from time to time. But the heavier and heavier body made it stop and rest after a few steps. Mino was well aware that life was running out of time for it.

One night a few days ago, after finding that even his favorite steak was hard to swallow, it took Mino nearly an hour to slowly move to the door of the dormitory where his master lived. Knowing that there was only a closed gate from the most important creature in his life, the exhausted Mino curled up contentedly between the two gates, guarding his master in the way he thought was most loyal. As the night faded and the sky began to whiten, its owner finally appeared between the two slowly opening gates.

Mino struggled to stand up, but it could not stand upright anyway, and put its front paws on Vernor's body in the usual way to show closeness. It only heard a soft cry of surprise from its owner, and then stretched out its hands and embraced it all in its arms. The soft embrace and familiar scent made it sleep contentedly, and when it woke up again, it found itself lying in an inner garden full of strange plants.