For a moment, the white light shone through the curtain, as if it had never appeared, and was soon covered tightly by the king with the curtain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The noble king had bandages and ointments in his hands, his face was so smelly that he could smoke a mosquito, and he glared at Edmund with eyes that could make people suffocating.

"Ah...... Are you changing the medicine for the great advisor?" Edmund began to speak incoherently, "the moonlight is nice today...... What do you think about roasting a deer and eating it?"

"If Lord Edmund has anything to say, just say it. Vernor, with his mask and hat on, lifted the corner of the bed curtain and smiled slightly encouragingly at Edmund, which eased the atmosphere in the tent.

But Thranduil was not pleased. He was very unhappy! He finally won a chance to help her change the dressing, and he was folded in the hands of Edmund, who was indiscriminate, and no creature could help him intercede! (Specially left blank for you, please make up for how to get the opportunity to change the dressing.) Styles include, but are not limited to, selling cuteness, playing scoundrels, etc.) Throwing the bandage heavily on the table, he said coldly: "If what you say is useless, I may make you not smell alcohol for three days." ”

Edmund swallowed his saliva and shot a distressed look at Vernor, and said in a heartfelt manner, "The equipment sent by the dwarves is very good, and I have already put it in storage." ”

"You still need to say this kind of thing that all the creatures in the camp know?" saw Edmund about to cry, and Thrandier, who couldn't bear it, added. "You have one more chance. ”

"Ah...... I would like to ask the great advisor, the dwarves are so rich, should we try harder and find a way to make them spit it out?"

Thranduil looked at Vernor with a look of "you are in charge", and finally did not say anything to punish Edmund.

"Colin has already received the punishment he deserves, and maybe more than that. Let this be the end of the dwarf matter. Seeing Edmund's expression, she sighed softly and explained very patiently, "This harvest is not an accident or luck, but a chance. The dwarves' increased forging costs and perfunctory participation in the war have caused dissatisfaction among the last allies, and it is necessary to show if they do not want to waste their efforts. Not long ago, the dwarves came to inform them that the equipment needed by the final alliance would be completed half a month late, and as soon as the two were contacted, I guessed that they were planning to use the act of giving away equipment to calm their dissatisfaction, so they no longer held back, and had their previous actions. ”

Seeing that Thranduil was already deep in thought, Vernor nodded with satisfaction in his heart. "The lifespan of the dwarves determines that their kings change every hundred years, which means that the situation in their country will change in a hundred years at most. It is very difficult to spend too much energy studying the new situation, and to encounter opportunities that can be profitable. So, let's take our eyes back for a moment and focus all our energy on the war at hand. Actually......" she blinked, "I wouldn't dare risk the wealth of the woodlands you manage. I don't like to see you, Lord Edmund, so worried that your eyebrows are tied together because you give more than you gain. ”

Thranduil, who had been listening intently, did not laugh along with the two elves. When he linked the three words situation, interests and war, he made a decision. He glanced at Vernorr with deep meaning, and instructed Edmund: "Average the equipment given by the Dwarven Kingdom, keep one share from the Woodland Kingdom, and then give it all to the other countries of the last alliance." ”

The corners of Vernor's mouth twitched, and if it weren't for the medicine still tied to his legs, he would have rushed forward happily to give him a hug. She felt the weight on her shoulders lighten. Great King Aurère, dear Avril, I can finally say to you that I have been dishonored.

Feeling that something was wrong, Edmund rushed into the tent and grabbed Devin's hand and shook wildly. After hearing that the king was going to spit out what he had in his hands, Dewen reprimanded him very harshly for the hundredth time, looking only at the immediate interests. But after Edmund admits his mistake, it is clear that he has something else to say.

"Lord Devon......" Edmund thought for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence. "Why don't you prepare another tent for the great advisor, the dwarves are really unpleasant. ”

Dewen didn't catch it in one breath, and stretched out his finger to poke him in the chest. It took a long time for him to breathe and say, "What's wrong with you? old thing! Not to mention that the king and his advisers are holy elves." Isn't it true that the dwarves have done what the dwarves said now, and that poor old brain, you just keep an eye on the treasury. I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to me off. ”

Seeing Edmund, who had been together for many years, look frustrated, he couldn't bear it. lowered his voice and patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "I know what you're worried about. Do not worry. Let me tell you quietly. There were other elves in the advisor's eyes, and she certainly wouldn't do anything to destroy herself. Speaking of this, he wiped his hands proudly, "I've secretly looked at her eyes several times, and I definitely can't be mistaken." As for our king, with his qualities, you don't have to worry about him letting others go up in the dust. ”

Edmund's mood became as comfortable as a bird flying in the sky. Before he had time to share this joy with Dewen, he felt a relief on his shoulders, but he saw Lord Dewen, who was still full of ambition just now, frowning his head and talking to himself.

"There are other elves in his eyes, so scheming, if he didn't master jiu-jitsu, it's a bit like the elf that the old king once mentioned......" He couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the old king's intentions. "It's a pity, Gham's youngest daughter has crossed to the west, and the second daughter can't be found, and she can't even implement the arrangements for that elf. The abominable war, which has ruined everything!"

The same words were silently said by Vernoll in his heart.

Looking at Thranduil's back as she walked out of the king's tent, she thought of Avril. Had it not been for the abominable war, Avril would have had a perfect husband and would be the happiest female elf in Middle-earth. And now, the prince, who should have enjoyed his father's love to the fullest, took on the burden of a country in advance, and his young mind, who was not yet 200 years old, began to think about the dirtiest thing in the world—politics. She was intoxicated with infinite emotion, and did not perceive Thrandil's abnormality. Nor did he notice anything wrong with what Thranduil had said before he walked out of the king's tent.

He said, "I am immensely grateful to my father. It was he who invited you and gave it to me. ”