"What will happen to my relatives if I die?"

The snow-white wall on the left has changed slightly, and a small area of white brick is turning to transparency. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info just a blink of an eye, the window-sized area became transparent, and a handsome cheek appeared on the other side of the transparent wall. Of course, all this was known only to Vernoer, and Miranda, who was curled up on the ground, did not notice at all.

"I will decree that they will have the same fate as you! Foolish elf, you have done something completely unworthy of your status, and you have buried the immortality of all your relatives. Think of your brother Gergil, who would have been a great comrade-in-arms and was about to have a wedding. It's all in your hands. ”

Miranda's eyes snapped open, and she stared at Vernor. If the look could kill someone, she must have died several times.

But why hasn't there been a next move? Vernore was a little anxious, and she felt that she should do something to make her hate poison even more.

"I saved your whole family without knowing it, but I was punished by the king. I don't think there's anything wrong with letting your relatives die more miserably out of the guise of personal grudges. She lowered her head and changed her waist, raised an eyebrow at Miranda, and said with a half-smirk: "Throw it away for the orcs to eat, or hang it on the wall to deter the whole country?"

The agility of the Sylvan elf seemed to be innate, and the blade that was originally facing his chest changed direction in an instant, and pressed against Vernor's slender and white neck. Her neckline was also grabbed hard, and it became difficult for her to breathe. His legs moved backwards as his opponent advanced, and even in such a dangerous situation, Vernore did not forget to let his movements stumble with an indescribable sense of staggering.

Be more vicious, elf. The safety of you and your whole family depends on this time. Vernor even leaned his neck forward, using a small amount of warm liquid from his neck to help.

"Are you not the lowly Sylvan elf, and though I cannot change my fate, I am willing to fight for my kin. Killing officials who wanted to kill me in the form of a personal vendetta will not change my end. Let the humble ordinary elves give you a ride now. ”

The door was violently pushed open, and the prince, who had experienced pleasure, confusion and anger quickly on the other side of the wall, led the soldiers in, pushed Miranda away with a frown, and held the crumbling Vernor. He held out a free hand and pointed at Miranda, "Take her down." ”

"Father is right!" said the prince, pacing beside the bed, reveling in his heroic determination. "The inferior elves need our care, but we can't get too close to them. Otherwise, they will have bold ideas that they simply shouldn't. I was so disappointed that Miranda dared to hurt the officials who wanted to stop her from committing suicide. This is simply a mistake that Da Lulin cannot tolerate! It is also disrespectful to me! That's right...... How is my advisor?"

The latter sentence, of course, asks Vernor, who was ordered to recuperate from his wounds.

In the eyes of the guards, that small injury was nothing to the elves, but the prince must ask the advisor to take care of the wounds, and everyone could only cooperate to show compassion and care, and the person concerned also very cooperatively began to pretend to be weak.

"Tell you, Prince, your advisor says that the bleeding has stopped, and she doesn't feel any discomfort for the time being. However, she said that she did not want to see Miranda again in the future, and wanted to transfer Miranda back to farming. ”

"You don't have to go back to your father for this kind of trivial matter, you can do it directly. The prince turned and walked towards the bedchamber, not forgetting to add a word before leaving. "Remember to move a little farther away. ”

All that happened to Miranda's meeting with the prince reached the king's ears with great speed, and he nodded with satisfaction to Edmund, who at great speed he led a detachment of guards and a large number of gifts to the Geim house.

"Give Miranda a good treatment to her relatives, and then still arrange for her original post. The king was struck down.

Furnoll pretended to be weak and breathed a sigh of relief. This scene is really adventurous enough, if Miranda is not as brave as she imagined, her whole family is basically finished.

Any brave creature can gain the favor of Vernor, and Miranda is a rare among the faithful Sylvan elves. For her, getting Miranda out of danger is just four more Ningros flowers in the big green forest, and it's just a gesture. Miranda's brother seems to be named Gergil, and she is a little eager to try if she has a brave and strong warrior on her team.

"I heard that in order to recruit a new soldier, you plan to return one of the original soldiers to the King's personal guard?" Thranduil, who was working on the crow model, glanced up and said casually, "Although the father only gave you the command of thirty soldiers, it is not difficult for you to add one more soldier. Even if I don't help you, my father won't mind. ”

When Vernoll shook his head, the multiple gauze wrapped around his neck rubbed against his skin, causing a slight burning sensation. She untied the gauze and said, "Not everyone is like you, who can easily command thousands of troops. Commanding thirty soldiers was already my limit, and one more soldier would be a big problem for the whole team, so I had to replace the soldiers, not add one more. ”

She took the slender silver needle and quickly and prepared a little on the jackdaw model. "This is the place, if there are little things like paper or tokens, they usually hide in this place of the crow. ”

"Actually, what I'm trying to say is that you don't have to promote Gergill to the High Nurses out of guilt. Miranda's punishment has nothing to do with you. Not really......" He put down the model in his hand and looked at Vernor's neck. The skin there has formed a slender purple line after grinding against the bandage.

Is her skin delicate to this extent?Thranduil looked away, involuntarily thinking that there must be a lot of purple spots on her body, caused by her own tricks. Why every time she takes off her mask, the faint white light on her face disappears. "I asked the guards to send a message to the past, and to offer condolences on my behalf. ”

"Guilt?" said Vernor, snorting softly, "Do you feel guilty for the inferior elves who have committed their wrongs and are justified in punishment? I simply admire Gergil's bravery...... Miranda's thing, in fact, you have part of the reason. I've heard that she's not the first to be punished for being too close to you. ”

Thranduil coughed lightly, lowered his head and picked up the model to observe intently, not wanting to talk at all.