As soon as the dwarven officials left, Lord Edmund immediately stood up against it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Why would Your Majesty spend money to equip the Númenorian cavalry, though the treasury is very abundant, and even if the Wood Elves have good wine and meat every day, all the people of the woodlands will often receive new rewards from you, and this will last for hundreds of years. But the Numenor cavalry is only for you to use temporarily, and not the people of the woodlands. At a time when victory is still far away, it is necessary to maintain strength in order to cope with the war that will last for an unknown number of years. ”

After saying this, Edmund didn't dare to look at the Elf King again, but just looked at the envoy with a strong look, hoping that his old partner could also say a word or two of persuasion. It's a pity that Dewen gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. However, the Elf King, who had been much gentler to his people recently, was silent for a moment, and after sighing that he was only very comfortable communicating with his advisor, he suddenly asked, "Your son seems to be called ...... Garion?"

Edmund was so frightened that he fell to his knees. He hadn't forgotten the moodiness of the Elven King and the fact that a 20-year-old elven child could also be trained. Although the elf king has been much gentler to his people recently, who dares to guarantee that the elf king, who can punish himself as a chef, will not punish his children for his father's actions?

Panic and worry made Edmund not think about how his son would be known to the Elven King, and he just trembled and crawled up to the Elven King, ready to touch his head with the fine leather boots on his leg.

Even Dewen, who was ready to be killed without saying a word, couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to start pleading.

"Do I look like a demon who eats children?" Thranduil didn't give Devin such a chance. He forced a smile and retracted his foot a little. "Your son is very nice. I find that he seems to be more talented in economics than yours. ”

"Huh?" Edmund was completely in the clouds......

Vernor once said: Love your people as you love your children. They love you as much as you love King Orifer.

Thranduil didn't quite understand what that meant, and she didn't know how to love her children. Until he saw the children standing at the gate of the camp holding strange handicrafts.

"Your Majesty, this is what we have done ourselves, and we intend to give it to Your Excellency Advisor. The leader Garian raised the leaves in his hand, and he couldn't tell what kind of handicraft it was.

Today was supposed to be the day Vernore returned, but she had been following Isild on the battlefield. Looking at each pair of little eyes full of anticipation, looking at every strange object held by the children's little hands, Thranduil understood why Vernor let him love his people.

When I'm doing as well as you do, these kids will remember me like that, right?

He lowered his head and coughed. When he spoke again, even he was startled by the softness of his voice: "Lord Advisor is on the battlefield and will not be back today." ”

With a moment of silence, the Elf King, who was already in an extremely heavy mood, felt anxious again. Dozens of children cried at the same time, and Garion, who was the leader, actually cried and hugged his legs, and raised his toes, rubbing tears on the pants of his gorgeous boots without noticing.

Seeing that the black pants were soaked deep and shallow with tears, the Elf King raised his chin. was about to shake off Galion, who was holding on to him and refusing to let go, but he didn't expect the other party to sob, take off a piece of jewelry from his chest, and hold it high to his chest. "Your Majesty, take this jewel and bring it back to the advisor. She would teach us fun games. ”

Upon noticing that the king had lowered his chin again and had a very ugly smile, Garion hurriedly pulled out another jewel. "If one piece isn't enough, add another piece. If two pieces are not enough, then I can go back and get another one. ”

At such a young age, you know that your hole cards can't be revealed all at once......

The hand that was about to push the other party away lightly landed on Garion's back, and from this moment on, Thranduil found that it was not difficult to love his people like children.

"It's not just Garion. There seems to be a child named Faeron, whose parents both died in the Black Gate Expulsion War. Thranduil couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the child, who looked no more than 25 years old, who fell to the ground with a small weapon in his hand, but who still threatened to kill all the enemies so that the advisor could return immediately. "It can be cultivated well. By the way, what has Princess Silvermoon been up to lately?"

Dewen stammered: The topic changed too quickly......

His Majesty kept Princess Yinyue in the woodland for five years and ignored her, so why did he suddenly ask her again. Is it really because of their occasional remarks that they have moved their minds to propose marriage? If it is, it would be great.

"Princess Silvermoon is as demure as ever. Because the war was not good, she had not held a large banquet for a long time. By the way, yesterday Princess Silvermoon sent an attendant to bring you a bottle of winter wine brewed by Avarui. In order to prevent the elf king from hearing the meaning, Dewen also added, "Avari has been away from the war in the past few years, and with the guidance of the High King, his strength has increased greatly......"

"Let the news out that I'm planning to marry Princess Silvermoon. Seeing a look of surprise on Devin's face, Thranduil hastened to emphasize. "Just spread the news, don't start the marriage proposal behind my back!"

Seeing that the expressions of Dewen and the other officials changed from surprise to doubt, Thranduil changed his sitting position with satisfaction.

Isild, I see if you're too busy to come over when you hear the news!

It wasn't Isild who first learned the news, but Princess Silvermoon.

After five years of waiting, I finally got the news I dreamed of. Princess Silvermoon felt that the pressure she had faced in the past five years was very worthwhile. Half a year after she settled in the woodland camp, her parents proposed that she return to China, and sent relatives to pick her up several times. Fortunately, the High King tried his best to stop it, and promised to do his best to bring about the marriage.

"Nurse, am I going to do something?" Princess Yinyue wandered around her tent for a long time, still feeling that her mind was blank. I had to ask for help from the nursing mother next to me.

"In terms of royal etiquette, the parties should not see each other again until the time of marriage. Seeing that the princess's eyes were gradually dimming, the nurse quickly patted her gently on the shoulder and added, "But the current situation is special, and the etiquette of marriage has not yet begun......

Before she finished speaking, Princess Yinyue, who had always been very polite, had already trotted up with her skirt in her arms. She couldn't wait to meet Thrandil, she had a lot to say. But when he arrived at the tent of the king of Thrandil, he was told by the soldiers that the elven king was going to take over the command of the Númenorian cavalry.