Tilting his head to make up for the picture that Vernore said, the elven king, who had always been proud, could no longer stop the smile that emanated from his bones, and let out a "poof" and then laughed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You, you ......" Thrandil, who was about to fall off the deer with a laugh, simply jumped down, touched the horned deer and laughed for a while, and finally was able to speak normally: "Is this forest marked with cursed magic, how can the great king's advisor do stupid things here in the eyes of the woodland officials?"

If you have to think about everything you do in your own home, what is the point of eternal life?

Considering that the king still had to think about it wherever he was, Vernor did not say such a thing. She shrugged with a smile and changed the subject: "The armor seems to have been changed. ”

"It's the first time I've heard of the 'arch arch' process. Subconsciously looking sideways at the shoulder pads, Thranduil took a few quick steps to catch up with Vernor. "It is said to be a long-lost craft. ”

"The craftsmen who invented the 'curved arch' craft did not come across a good era. Walking over to the broken stone bench and asking the other to sit down, Vernor reached out and gently stroked the silver shoulder pads, full of regret. "The chief craftsman of the time was highly skilled but jealous. In order to ensure that his position was not threatened, he managed all the craftsmen into thousands of people. Despite stifling innovation and remaking the light, Ken invented the craft and applied it to the dwarven king's new armor. As a result, the dwarven king was furious without trying the armor, and had the chief craftsman punish Ken for 'tampering'. Ken, who was supposed to be a master craftsman, died drunk at the garbage heap in Erpol after losing his blacksmithing job. ”

"This chief craftsman is really not worthy of his official position!" Stroking away the drops of water that fell on his face, Thranduil asked, "So you are trying your best to hide your ability, because you are afraid that you will cause trouble?"

"It depends on who they are. If you are faced with a king like you, you don't have to hide. Remembering the High King for some reason, Vernoll got up with a little melancholy. I was trying to remind the other party to go back as soon as possible, but there were a few more drops of water on my face.

There are no stars in the already dark sky, and the heavy rain that I have been waiting for for half a month seems to come sooner than expected?

Looking at the Elven King, who was still looking at his armor and smiling at him from time to time, Vernor planned to stay with him for a while.

"Since you can come, it means that the affairs of the state are almost handled, at least there are no immediate affairs to be dealt with, right?" Pointing to the broken tools prepared not far away, Vernoll blinked mischievously: "I wonder if the noble king is willing to condescend and help me do something?"

"The king certainly can't, but Thranduil is honored. Solemnly saluting the other party with a common elven salute, Thranduil carefully removed his armor and reminded him again: "Forget that identical identity that is in fact hateful, and send me as much as you like." ”

"Then you're welcome. Helping the other man cover his armor with a rain cloth, Vernor untied the long strip of cloth hanging from his waist and tied up the elven king's blonde hair with great ease. He found a piece of cloth thick enough to tie around Thrandil's ornate undergarment, and led him to the place where the tools had been placed. As he went, Vernoll glanced back from time to time, still not satisfied.

"It always feels like there's something missing. Motioning to the other party to find as good tools as possible in the tool pile, Vernore sighed softly. "Even though I made you look like me, I can't forget the fact that you are the king. How dare I give an order?"

Almost what?

Thranduil stopped rummaging for tools and looked at the other man carefully.

She was still wearing the robe that had not reached her knees on the day of parting, perhaps the light armor that had been wrapped in it had been removed, and the robe was loosely covering her slender body. Under the robe, the legs of the black velvet pants were tied with rattan and various gadgets. As for the exposed face, because it is no longer restricted by the status of a woodland consultant, it is naturally not covered with a silver mask. In order to facilitate the labor, the dazzling blonde hair was also wrapped in two pieces of cloth of different colors. Looking at it, except that her legs are not full of tools tied with branches, the only difference from her is that there are different shades of dirt on her face?

Far away from the palace, where the kingship was displayed everywhere, Thranduil, who had completely abandoned his position as king, showed a wicked smile and grabbed the other man's dusty hand. When Vernor didn't react at all, he pressed his face against it. When he looked up again, his face was imperfect with dust, but there was no sense of distance.

"You?" the stunned expression was replaced by a scherzo. Without hesitation, Vernor reached out his other hand and added a little more "color" to Thrandil with the mud that had not yet dried. And using the method of "tooth for tooth", with a playful voice, he ran a few steps away with a tool when the other party did not react.

"Don't make a fuss, Thrandil. Chased by Thranduil to the pool, and laughing until he couldn't breathe, Vernoll was finally able to speak peacefully. "It won't rain for long, so we'd better dig the aqueduct before the rain arrives. Otherwise, I'd have to spend most of my day fetching water again. ”

"You're an elf and you use a lot of water every day?"

Why spend most of your time fetching water?

"I'm not the only one who needs water here. Vernor turned proudly and raised his hand to the northeast. "It took more than a month, and they turned me into the richest forest elf in the penniless. ”

In the direction of her finger, a black steed was grazing green grass outside a fence of various materials. In the fence of different heights next to the horse's hooves, spring flowers are blooming brilliantly. From time to time, small animals jump up from the flowers, or squeeze the flowers to the side.

"You are indeed the richest forest elf now. Thinking of the palace, which had not yet had time to be repaired, and the inner garden, once known as the best of the forest, was littered with construction debris, Thranduil plunged the broken shovel in his hand into the earth with envy. It wasn't until the aqueduct was dug and the rainwater from the heights flowed down the slender channel into the pool that he remembered that there must be two branches of the rushing river passing through it.

It seems that it is not only the branches of the river that flow through the royal city that are blocked, otherwise Vernoll would not have dredged the river for more than a month, but would have to dig a canal to store rainwater. In this case, it is not up to her to do it alone, but where can I get the Soul to help her now? If the Linlin side could have sent troops to take over the post earlier......