Thirty minutes later, after marking the last few pages of the book with all the ancient dwarven characters he knew, Thranduil subconsciously looked up at the viewing pavilion, only to find that there were no living beings inside. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info was supposed to be leaning on Vernor's chaise longue with only a bassinet full of handmade items. And Dewen, who was full of joy, was sitting on the chair next to him, thinking about something, and his happy expression made the elf king naturally think of the roster that depicted all the noble unmarried female elves in Middle-earth, and guessed what Dewen probably said to Vernor.

Damn it! Why didn't I think of that just now?

Putting the pen in his hand aside, the Elf King was so angry that he flicked his sleeves and went straight to the council hall. The whole process was only in the blink of an eye, but it made Elrond feel a bone-eating chill in the summer sunset.

Didn't you just help the elf king say that the female elf had fulfilled his wish for several years? What's wrong with him again? The wise man shook his head, looked at the half-translated ancient dwarven book in his hand, and began to think about extending his stay in the woodland. Considering that the woodland advisor had not yet taught all the Oriental languages, he had only taught the other party five or six out of ten goblin languages, as well as ancient dwarven languages......

Elrond decided to wait until Lindil arrived to report on the situation in Ringu before deciding how long he would stay in the woodland. However, no matter how urgent the situation in Ringu was, the wise man decided to stay in the woodland for at least seven more days. For the sake of wonderful knowledge, let Lindil and the healers of Ringu work harder.

The wise man who made the decision threw himself into the ancient dwarf books in his hand, and completely entered the Hon Hai of a new language. Naturally, he would not have thought that dozens of minutes later, in the huge council hall of the woodland, Lord Dewen, who was shivering with cold air from the Elf King's body, would hope that the wise man would come down at this time. At least after seeing the wise man burst into a light smiler like a spring light, his cold sweat could break out a little less, and maybe His Majesty's fierce aura could also be a little less?

In fact, the Elven King didn't do anything, just sat on the throne and watched Dewen. In order not to make the top official of the woodland too nervous and mishear what he meant, Thranduil specially asked the attendant to bring a chair for Dewen. As soon as he said something, Dewen, who was already sitting on pins and needles in his chair, immediately stood up again. The appearance of facing a great enemy made the elf king pull the corners of his mouth before he stopped laughing. But when he thought that the opportunity he had won so hard was very likely to be ruined by Dewen, the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.

"It's not about official letters. I haven't read all of your official letters......" Leaning back in his chair, the Elf King stretched out his feet and clicked on the low cabinet in the corner, motioning for the attendant to take out the roster pressed under the low cabinet.

This low cabinet, with some of the legs missing, was the only broken piece of furniture in the council hall at this time. The reason why he insisted on not letting the old low cabinet leave here was, of course, because the cabinet had a missing leg, and it just needed a not very thick roster to make up for the missing part. Therefore, the elf king can very indifferently let the roster written by the clerk be left in the council hall in the form of a cabinet foot.

"I heard that this roster was drawn up by Lord Devon and all the woodland officials?" When the roster in his hand passed by him, the elf king not only showed disgust, but also covered his mouth and nose with his hand, as if there was some peculiar smell in the roster.

"As a king, should I thank you for your concern for my emotional problems, or should I banish you one by one on the common charge of 'arbitrarily determining the private life of a king'?" After finishing speaking, the elf king deliberately made a thought form, but stared at the highest official in the woodland, not missing any of the other party's movements.

In the hall, which was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, Devin began to sweat with nervousness. It wasn't until the hands of the highest official in the woodland holding the roster trembled so much that he almost threw the book out of his hand, and his chin was so low that it was directly against his chest, that the elf king felt almost intimidated.

"It's enough to have an elven king in the woodland, you don't need a queen! This is one of the national policies of the woodland, and I hope that Lord Devon can always remember it in his heart and convey this national policy to all the wood elves! Sensing Dewen's suspicious look, Thranduil smiled with a smile on his lips. Why did you set such a national policy, I really owe it to you for the roster you have drawn up. You go and ask the attendants, and you'll know why. ”

Standing up under the bewildered gaze of Dewen, the Elven King was graceful, but his steps left the council hall in a slightly hurried manner. Even though Thranduil had tried to speed up his departure, he could vaguely hear Devon's angry roar at his attendants.

The highest official in the woodland, Dewen, asked the attendants before the Elven King had completely left the council hall.

Changing his frightened demeanor when facing the Elven King, Dewen angrily walked up to the attendants, waving a roster of dust and asking, "Do you think there is anything wrong with this roster?" ”

Stimulated by the dust, all the elves sneezed in unison. The attendant with the heaviest sense of vicissitudes hesitated for a moment, and then quietly took a step back before replying, "There is no problem." It is...... I just feel that the female elves on the roster are not as beautiful as Avril Lavigne, who was chosen by the king, and naturally they are not as beautiful as His Majesty. ”

"That's it." Several other attendants chimed in. A female attendant covered her mouth and nose and said solemnly: "It is not an exaggeration to say that Your Majesty's beauty is the best in Middle-earth. Even if we can't find an elf more beautiful than Your Majesty to be our queen, at least it can't be worse than Avril. Do you say yes, Lord Dewen? ”

The squires never had a chance to say the rest of the story. Because Lord Dewen, who has always been calm, actually smashed the roster in his hand directly at them. Not only that, after Dewen, who was trembling with anger, discarded the roster, glanced around, grabbed a bouquet of flowers inserted in the vase and waved it. The attendants had no choice but to hold their heads and began to flee in the temple to avoid the less lethal attack. After chasing for a few laps, Devin, who was so tired that he was panting, finally threw away the "weapon" in his hand and sat down on the ground.

"You ......" gritted his teeth and looked at the wood elf attendant who was in a posture of fleeing at any time, and Dewen scolded in his heart with words that he thought were extremely vicious, before beating his chest and saying: "How many female elves in Middle-earth who are more beautiful than Avril and unmarried?" Not to mention a female elf who is more beautiful than His Majesty! If you can't find a female elf who is more beautiful than Avril, do you want to watch Your Majesty live alone and forever? ”

If the king does not get married, then the woodland kingdom will never have a crown prince. What if something happens to Your Majesty, and there is no crown prince in the woodland, what will the wood elves do?