Five hundred and thirty-one, take the tone as a tone

Frustrated with the book, Thranduil, who was not about to give up, began to think hard about how Nader had been stopped by the dwarven officials during his lifetime. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 Info Thranduil, who was not good at fun, lay on his desk slightly childishly and wrote down everything he could think of on paper. After thinking about the written paper for a long time, he chose to "frequently hold banquets with foreign races, and refused to deal with government affairs in the name of drunkenness", and abandoned such long-term measures as "spending a lot of money to domesticate animals for pleasure under the influence of exiled foreign people".

This Nader, as expected, has done a lot of foolish things in his old age, but fortunately it is just some inconsequential things. With his passing, these bad things will be forgotten by the dwarves.

At this moment, Thrandil, who was slightly sad, suddenly envied the race of its short life.

As life passes, all the mistakes made will be erased? That's why it's hard to find a flaw in the records of any race, right? As long as it is not a killing of relatives, the record of any king will not have content that will be a bad guide for future generations. In other words, Nader will eventually become a good king in the memory of the dwarves with a brief record.

A relieved Thranduil stood up, looked in the direction of the lonely mountain and explained to the attendants: "Invite all the people of Bion to the palace." ”

After 48 years of the Three Eras, the wandering Bion people who had obtained a small world from the Elven King would come to visit them from time to time. These wandering merchants, after acquiring the land, changed to farming, and always took turns to live in the woodland king's castle for a period of time, and presented some of the fruits of their own cultivation to the elven king. Although the Elven King never gave them a chance to meet in person, the Bion people were not affected. There are many creatures from different races and different countries in the woodland kingdom, and there are the most in the royal city. The people of Bion did not want to miss the opportunity to learn about his interests.

On top of that, the Bion people who have traveled all over Middle-earth are certainly more bold than the Wood Elves! In other words, they can most of them help me.

Thranduil changed into a more convenient tunic and told his attendants: "You don't have to explain to the Bions the precautions for meeting the king, just bring them in." Tell the people of Bion that the feast should be enjoyable. ”

"Oh my God! I swear, you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. ”

With this exclamation, the banquet was held in a pleasant and noisy atmosphere. How can the Bions, who have never had a king, know any rules? In their opinion, the Elf King with a pleasant face in front of them also had no sense of distance at all. In particular, when the legendary king, who was not very good-tempered, was praised as "beautiful", not only did he not get angry, but he also teased with interest: "Oh? The aesthetics of the Bion people are the same as those of the elves? ”

The people of Bion have completely lost their sense of restraint in front of the Elven King. While the eldest Bion sat next to the Elven King and explained Bion's aesthetics, several young female Bion even leaned over and tentatively stretched out their hands to the Elven King. Contrary to their knowledge of elves, the legendary unangry king responded with a friendly gesture - he stretched out his arms and let them touch him through his robes. And their next request, he also declined with a light smile: "I promise that I am real, and so is my face." Touch it or not, can you keep something exclusive to my future wife? ”

"You'll be a good husband!" A middle-aged female Bion did not hesitate to praise herself, and solemnly explained with her waist crossed: "Who said that the elf king has a withdrawn temperament and is not tolerant of the opposite sex?" I'm going to beat that kid up! You know, when I heard you say this decades ago, I had the opportunity to take the initiative to pursue you. Maybe she could be your wife? ”

Looking at the Bion in front of him, who was only half his height, Thranduil laughed: "Although I can't accept a wife who is not my own, I like creatures who think and say whatever they say. ”

Seeing from afar that Vernoll was approaching him, he took an empty cup at hand and asked the woman, "You have frightened all my attendants with extraordinary enthusiasm, should you do something for them?" ”

So Fernor saw the elven king drinking from the hands of the female Bion.

Although he was a little puzzled by the behavior of the female Bion people leaning against the elven king, Vernor did not dwell on it. After waiting for a moment in the noisy environment, seeing that the Elf King had no intention of leaving, she had no choice but to take the initiative to lean over and ask softly: "Can you talk alone?" ”

"You mean talk to me alone?" Thranduil raised an eyebrow triumphantly, leaned into Vernor's ear and said, "What's wrong with this?" As long as you are willing to give you the opportunity to be alone, I will immediately let all the opposite sex leave our world. Where do you want to go alone, my love? ”

When something serious happens, how can he always hear a different feeling in his mouth?

Despite his anger, Vernorr rose with the Elven King and took a friendly farewell to the Bion. But the moment she entered the room and closed the door, the smile on her face disappeared.

"Thrandil, you've become less like the Elven King I know. Tell me, how many aliens have you been exposed to in the past fifteen years? ”

Otherwise, why is it tainted with the hedonism of ephemeral beings? His face has not changed in the slightest, is he still the conscientious king fifteen years ago who could not find anything wrong in government affairs? Or is he really infected by a foreign race, and has the habit of "paying attention to the present" that he shouldn't have as an elf?

The somewhat anxious Vernoll did not wait for any reply, but was comforted by the senseless elf king patting him on the shoulder. He also threw the question back: "Answer my question first, what have you done in the past fifteen years?" ”

"I don't want to talk about that right now. Thrandil, I heard that you refused to provide timber for Xidu? Pushing away the hand on his shoulder and holding the other's arm through his robe, Vernoll forced himself to say softly: "Is it okay not to do this?" ”

"Tell me what I've done in the past fifteen years, and I'll do everything you want me to do." Patting Vernor's hand, Thranduil righteously explained: "Including, of course, the cutting down of the first tree that was transported to the shore of Grey Harbor. And of course, more and more......"

"Like being invited to a lord's wedding? Formal diplomatic relations with Arnold? After receiving an affirmative response, Vernoll breathed a long sigh of relief and was in the mood to talk about his life in the past fifteen years. In fact, there is nothing to tell, for the past fifteen years she has been living in a treehouse near the town of Dongkou. Most of the time she learns how to take care of trees and plants with the elves in the Farming Department. For a small part of the time, she will go to the border for a short stay if she can't go abroad.