Faced with helping the war babies who could get close to Vernor on their own, Thranduil, who had never been very interested in children, was extremely generous. The www.biquge.info not only instructed the officials to write official letters so that all the creatures of the alliance could share the joy of God's gifts, but also personally gave him the name Taureel, which means "victorious creatures".

This series of actions certainly brought him more gentle treatment from a certain female elf. Vernor, who had been avoiding him for several years, didn't even frown because he deliberately approached. Although it was only too close, his lips wiped his cheeks as he turned his face. After hearing the name, Vernor, who had no spare time at all with the baby in his arms, even smiled at him several times as a token of gratitude. So when Vernor began to put on his armor and gloves and tried to send Taurel away, Thranduil tried to stop her: "Stay her a little longer." ”

"I'd like to keep her a little longer, too. Carefully placing Taurell in a bamboo basket covered with soft mats, Fnorr took a few steps back before starting to put on his gloves with a look of regret. But her first priority now is to get back to her mother. ”

The dullness on her face as she put on the mask made her frown slightly, and it made Thranduil make a bold suggestion.

"You don't have to wear a face mask anymore. I think...... No creature in the woodland would dare to think anything bad about your glowing skin. Nor would they dare to raise any suspicions in front of me. ”

Vernoll frowned slightly, and resolutely fastened the clasp of the mask. As she tucked her hair over and tucked it into her hat, she asked a question that seemed very obtrusive at this point. "The old soldier did not die, but his place was replaced by a new soldier, and at a fixed time, a new soldier was always replaced. If it were you, would you do that?"

"That doesn't sound like a good way to lead troops. After handing the basket containing the baby to the soldiers outside the tent, Thranduil sat down with a straight face, and watched as Vernor's blonde hair was hidden in his bib. "Each soldier in the formation has a fixed position, and after death, new soldiers are sent to replenish it. Although each general has a different style of leading soldiers, it is possible to change the position of soldiers if it is not necessary...... Unless the purpose of the generals is more important than the adaptation time required for the formation change. ”

Seeing that Vernor, who was beginning to lose his mind, he asked. "Did you notice anything wrong?"

Vernorr did notice something was wrong, in the Noldor barracks.

In the past five years, every three months, the female elf warriors around her will inevitably have a new face. At first, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, after all, injuries and deaths in war were happening all the time. But during a recent reinforcement trip, she saw two female elves who had fought together by her side a year ago. Judging by their armor and weapons at the time, they had been incorporated into the ranks of the High King's close soldiers. The reason why you can recognize the female elves who wear black veils for a long time around you is because they are not only around you during battle, but also when you are resting after battle.

No, much more than that!

Lost in thought, Vernore had an indescribable momentum, and with a wave of her hand, Thranduil had to be quiet. It also allowed her to connect all the seemingly normal but slightly weird things in an absolutely quiet environment.

Why is it that when repairing equipment, the female elves around them can directly take out different models of metal accessories from the package on their bodies, and they are as complete as if they have entered a dwarf's shop? Why do the female elves around them pay close attention when they are treating their wounds? Why do soldiers who live in the same camp occasionally introduce talking points into famous political events in history, and the elves around them will take the opportunity to say some ridiculous remarks, as if waiting for their own suspicions. The answer to all this can only mean one thing - there are creatures who want to test themselves!

The feeling of being watched will make ordinary creatures feel awkward, and if it were other elves, they would definitely rush to the Noldor Barracks to ask for their resignation immediately. But not with Vernor. She was not afraid of any conspiracy against her, nor was she willing to give up the opportunity to find the cause of Okpa's death. Looking at Thranduil, who looked worried, she shook her head. While admonishing himself to be more low-key in the future, Vernor couldn't help but scold Thranduil's behavior that made him high-profile in the woodland. If he hadn't said, "Recognize this mask clearly, and see my advisor as if you see me," how would he have been noticed by a caring being?

However, he did so out of concern.

Vernoel sighed softly and said to Thranduil: "I can change the debriefing time to once every half month, and I would like to ask you not to go to the Noldor military camp again." Is that okay?"

Thranduil was almost certain of what Vernorr had found in the Noldor barracks. He asked, in an almost begging tone, "What exactly have you discovered?, and if there is any conspiracy against you on the Noldor side, I don't mind upsetting the balance maintained by the Closing Technique, even if it offends all the allies." ”

Vernor looked at Thranduil for a moment with a complicated look before turning his head sideways and saying, "You should trust my abilities. It's really a conspiracy, and I definitely have a way to dismantle it. You are the king, and any move will affect your people, so leave it to me. ”

After the dinner, Vernor prepared to return to his tent, but was told by the soldiers that the tent had been dismantled. Her face remained unchanged, and after bowing slightly to Princess Silvermoon across the dining table to say goodbye, she glanced at Thrandil, who was pretending to be ignorant beside her, and the corners of her mouth hooked. Then, in a voice that Thranduil must have heard, she said to the soldiers, "Then carry my bed into the big tent of the Cultivation Department." ”

Blinking sideways at Thranduil, whose lips were slightly open, Vernor added, "I heard that there are 12 female elves in the Cultivation Department who are carrying gifts from God, and I can't wait to experience this joy in advance. Good night, Your Majesty. ”

Half a month later, two soldiers stationed in the area of the small tent received a new tent. By the king's orders, they had to set up their splendid tents, which were neatly stacked in carriages, by night. Thinking that the king had ordered them to dismantle the adviser's tent half a month ago, the two busy soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and were both happy for the adviser. For in their view, it showed that the king had truly forgiven the advisor.

The small camp area for married elves was always very lively after the war, and the elves who were busy enjoying the warm post-war moments with their partners naturally did not notice the Noldor elves who had been transferred over. The male elves, who were directly under the command of the High King, dodged into the tent after the soldiers who had set up the tent left. Looking at the tent, which had only time to be furnished with ornate furniture, he shook his head in disappointment. Frustrated, he rushed to the Noldor camp.