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Elrond, who wants to get rid of the danger of a receding hairline as soon as possible, has to tell the Elven King: Your advisor wants a living orc leader, seemingly to avenge a dead elf. As a result, he was so angry that he lost his mind The Elf King grabbed his belt and threw him on the hospital bed to the side, and the Elf King, who still didn't feel enough, rushed over and pressed himself with his knee for a while. If it weren't for Lindil's desperate pulling, and a lot of Noldor elves who didn't know whether to gossip or save their lives broke in, his waist is estimated to be raised for a week or two before it can be healed.

Blaming himself again for forgetting to tidy up his messy clothes after solving the danger, so that after the rumors intensified, Elrond subconsciously touched his waist, which had been in pain for three days.

"I know how angry he was that day...... But the children are more important, so why don't you go back and try to persuade them? ”

How angry was that day? Vernorr raised an eyebrow and looked at Elrond.

How could a wise man know about pretending to be drunk?

Two high-IQ elves finally have a misunderstanding in communication. This misunderstanding caused Vernoll to think about the veracity of the rumors, and made the wise man even more worried about his own hairline.

"I don't really want to ask questions that you don't want to mention. But I feel compelled to give you some advice. Meeting Vernor's eyes, Elrond slowed down as much as he could. I can probably guess why you're looking for the orc leader Hammidon, and maybe the hatred is so big that it disturbs your mind. But if you can't find him today, you can find him tomorrow, and you can find him the day after tomorrow. A year, two years, you always find him. But now? I don't believe you didn't detect Thrandil's evil spirit. For the sake of the children of the woodland, in order to prevent more innocent creatures from being hurt by him, I think you should take the role of woodland consultant as the main one. What do you think? ”

No matter what the current situation is, no matter how angry the Elf King is, he must give it a try. Vernore nodded slightly, decisively replaced the black veil with a silver mask, and lifted the tent.

On the way to the account, Vernore was intercepted by Princess Silvermoon's nurse. She had planned to check with the officials before making a decision. But Princess Yinyue's nurse's attitude is very tough.

"You're the female elf from the Noldor, aren't you? The prince was to have lunch with the king, just one of the shrouds. She turned her head sideways to the female officer beside her, "Change her clothes...... The Elven King is too, and no one can figure out what he's thinking. It was really overwhelming to suddenly agree to the invitation. ”

Vernore could have found a hundred ways to get out, or to reveal his identity in the woodlands. She didn't know why, so she silently followed the female officer who led her, and quietly changed into the clothes that the maid should wear. A tray with only two cloth towels was held up in front of her.

"On the left is what the maids used to wrap the handles of the cups, and on the right is the ones that the maids used to wrap the knives. You will stand at the back then, and if Your Majesty and the Princess need to change the dishes, a maid will come to you to pick them up. ”

Vernor covered his mouth and nodded, once again lamenting that the human princess's table gift was the best in the real Middle-earth, and the silver moon princess was still slightly inferior to it.

The elf king, who couldn't guess, looked sideways at the dozens of maids gathered around the dining table, stretched out his hands a little uncomfortably, and asked Princess Yinyue to help him untie his cloak. As he sat down at the table, he realized that Princess Avary's table ceremony was even more grand than that of the Woodland royal family. Several rows of maids and retinues must have lined up beside him and Princess Silvermoon, holding different items in their hands. At the entrance, there was a steady stream of maids holding trays and walking in order. He felt that he was really crazy to agree to have lunch with Princess Silvermoon, which was completely the standard of a state banquet that should not be on the battlefield.

"For as long as I can remember, I've had to learn to use different cutlery and fixtures, and hopefully it won't make you uncomfortable." The shy Princess Silvermoon waved her hand, and immediately eight maids gathered around Thrandil. They laid everything out with skillful and fast movements. As they began to retreat in unison, Thranduil's hands were wiped clean, a gorgeous cloth was laid out on his knees, and the rows of cutlery in front of him reflected the golden light.

He coughed lightly, and before he could say anything, Princess Yinyue frowned slightly, and said softly to her nurse. "Your Majesty's right hand side of the third knife seems to be a little problematic?"

"Yes, Your Highness Princess." As soon as the nurse raised her chin, the maid who was in charge of changing the dishes stepped forward to look at it, and replied respectfully, "There is indeed a scratch, I will replace it." Then the maid waved over to Fnor, who was in charge of holding the wrap.

The change occurred when Vernor stepped out of the queue. The Elf King, who had been looking slightly gloomy, stood up suddenly, and his sharp body and majestic voice made all the creatures present bow their heads and bow their waists, which also made Princess Yinyue look shocked.

"You've been in the woodland camp for so long, and you don't know that seeing my advisor is like seeing me?" Thranduil pulled Vernor, who had not been standing beside her, to herself, and pointed to the mask on her face and said to Princess Silvermoon word by word, "Remember this mask, she is my advisor!" After speaking, he ignored Princess Silvermoon, who kept muttering "I'm sorry", took Vernor's arm, pushed away the maid standing beside him, and rushed out.

After rushing all the way out of the Silvermoon Princess's special camp, Thranduil quickly let go of his hand. He turned his head to look at Vernor, and smiled evilly. "After that, you don't want to hide in the camp anymore. At least not in woodlands. ”

"So you did it on purpose." Thinking of Thranduil's pretended angry gesture just now, Vernoll couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Your Majesty, then, your advisor has come back to report on his duties. Are you going to have lunch first, or do you want to go to the ledger first? ”

Thinking that Princess Silvermoon would send countless more maids to apologize for this incident, Thranduil restrained her smile and frowned slightly. "Let's go to the account."

She was always embarrassed to send her maid to rush into the account. But...... Thranduil's eyes swept around Vernor, and he shouted to the soldiers not far away, "Let the cooks bring two lunches to the council." Both were to be made according to the king's standard. ”

The two elves walked silently, and as they were about to reach the tent, Thranduil suddenly stopped. "You can't get rid of the princess's assignment? It's not like your style. ”