"Perhaps...... I'm curious about this legendary princess. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Vernoll did not hesitate to praise him, "in the end, Avari was born a princess, beautiful and gentle. ”

"Oh?" Thranduil turned her whole body around, staring at Vernor, lest she miss any of the slightest coversity. "What do you think...... How about Princess Silvermoon being the queen of the woodlands?"

"Huh?" the moment Vernor's confused expression appeared, Thranduil had already turned around and laughed three times in satisfaction. His steps became brisk, too.

Thranduil was secretly proud: it's good to be confused, this big trouble is finally worth it.

The news of the advisor's return soon spread throughout the camp. All the Sylvan elves who learned the news automatically ignored the sad innocent princess and smiled with relief.

Edmund, who was in the "Woodland Devil Training Camp", patted his son Garion on the shoulder and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Don't worry, as soon as the advisor comes back, he will definitely find a way to let you go home." Twenty-year-old Galian and Feren, who was five years older than him, also followed Edmund's example, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to grit their teeth and raise their heavy bows and arrows.

No one could have imagined that the happiest person was not the Elven King, nor Edmund, but an ordinary librarian.

Ever since the king rushed into battle and single-handedly slaughtered the orcs, the wine cellar began to be in trouble. Every day when I went out of the warehouse, there were always countless Sylvan elves who were punished for not being able to drink, and they were dead outside the camp tent, but they raised their nostrils vigorously and circled the wine barrel. And that's not all, they stared at themselves with innocent eyes, so that he had to open the barrel and let the smell of the wine comfort the punished elves. Because he knew that if he couldn't even smell the smell of wine, this kind of grief that was far greater than the loss of his relatives after the Black Gate War might really cause the Sylvan elves to give up eternal life.

As usual, he sighed and opened the barrel on the cart. After pushing the cart out of the tent, he found that the situation today was very unusual. Outside the tent, there were as many Sylvan elves as ever, but they were singing happily with empty wine bottles in their hands?Are these punished elves already delirious?He was stunned.

"Lovely caretaker, you can just push the wine away. A Sylvan elf dancing with a glass in his hand gave a friendly reminder, "We don't have to smell any more, we're ready to have a drink!"

"As soon as the advisor returns, I dare say that there will definitely be a grand dinner later. Maybe our punishment will be over. The other, half-reclining elf, hooked his legs, and the king-sized barrel hanging from his feet shook twice. "I should have found a bigger glass. ”

The librarian knew about him. The official, who was often in and out of the ledger, did not know why he angered the king and was fined a month for not drinking. Although the punishment is heavier than that of a normal elf, the advantage is that the message will be more accurate than that of a normal elf. It is also true that the advisers rarely come back twice to report on their work, and there will be a grand banquet in the evening. The Administrator breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly prayed that the Advisor would never leave—he never wanted to be surrounded by golden elves as soon as he left the cellar.

"I heard that there will be three weddings in the future?" At the behest of the Elven King, Vernor, who had quickly settled his lunch, finally got a chance to speak. After receiving the message that Devon nodded in acquiescence, she winked at the Elven King, "Weddings are really the most beautiful thing on the battlefield. His Majesty was able to witness the marriage in person, and I felt this kindness in the Noldor barracks. ”

Being praised by a favorite elf is better than drinking the best wine in the world. The Elf King tilted his head proudly, pretending to be indifferent and said, "Then you can go and see it later." You are guaranteed to be more satisfied with the wedding scene. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, the wedding should be followed by a grand feast. A wedding witnessed by His Majesty himself, and a feast of celebration will be grander?" and after casting a "give it to me" glances at the soldiers who were constantly glaring at him at the tent door, Vernoll got up and saluted. "I'm more interested in the evening banquet, when I can meet the three married elves. Your Majesty, why don't you let all the Sylvan elves have a blessing and drink together? ”

"Yes, these are small things. But ......" Thranduil blushed and narrowed his eyes slightly. "If I'm not there, you still don't drink. In case you get drunk......"

What if I'm not around when I'm drunk again?

This made Vernoll question his IQ once again. That trick really shouldn't be like this, she couldn't imagine why after getting drunk, the elf king could still talk to her calmly, and she could also show a bad smile. Even she didn't know if it was because she was afraid that useless tricks would affect future meetings, or because she was so as not embarrassed. She opened her mouth and said softly, "Have I ever been drunk......?"

A galaxy-like light lit up in Thranduil's eyes, accompanied by a cheerful voice. "Bring out the best wines. For all the woodland elves to drink at the dinner party. ”

The dazed soldiers immediately rushed out of the camp with happy smiles as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Some soldiers rushed to the wine store to give orders, while others rushed to their own camps to tell each other. Thrandil, who had been left in the tent, could only get up in a respectful stance with Devon and Vernor, and walk slowly towards the wedding quarters.

As soon as the Elven King left the account, Vernor's smiling face vanished. She looked at Dewen, who was also completely unhappy, and muttered, "The children are terrible?"

"It's not just the kids. Devon frowned and shook his head, making a gesture of please. "Let's talk as we go. ”

In another royal tent, Essidor removed his armor from his chest and slammed it on the table.

The armor that had been temporarily put together with iron hooks was suddenly torn apart by the wooden tabletop, tumbling and falling to the ground. A semicircle-shaped fragment bounced on the ground for a long time and landed next to a chest full of jewels.

"Who brought this box to me?" The roar shook even himself, and Essidor turned his head to look at his eldest son, Elandour, who was stunned to the side, and softened his tone. "Didn't you say don't put it with me?"

"I've moved here......" Illanddur glanced at his father's saber at his waist and took two steps back. "This box was made up by us smashing pots and selling iron. Although because of the elf king's interception of purchases, it may not be able to be spent. But in the treasury tent, where the silk threads could be seen, I really didn't feel at ease. Father, you are the most guarded and safest here. ”

It's okay not to mention the Elf King, but when it comes to the Elf King Essidor, he almost feels that his liver is split!