As he spoke, Thranduil habitually reached out and picked up the glass, only to find that there was no wine in the glass until he brought it to his lips. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoEdmund was sent to oversee the work, and the original attendants in the palace were all sent by themselves to take care of the children who had lost their parents, so naturally there would be no more attendants to refill the wine.

The Elf King shook his head with a wry smile and put down the empty cup in his hand.

"What are you doing there? Hurry up and get the armor. Don't you see I'm busy? Thranduil didn't know why she was in a hurry to try it on when she heard that the armor had arrived. He is even willing to let the disgusted dwarven craftsman stand in front of him. The war is over, and even the best armor can only be put aside. Maybe it's because this suit of armor is a rectification plan from her who has been away for more than a month?

For the armor made by the dwarves, Thranduil has always been unsightly. Sturdy was more than comfortable, though he didn't know where the uncomfortable feeling came from. What's more, this armor set also made him miss the chance to get the Ring......

Without any expectations, the Elven King frowned and let Devin and the dwarven craftsmen put on his armor, still thinking about the repair arrangements for the town, until Devin had the courage to ask three times in a row, "Your Majesty, what do you think?" Only then did he come back to his senses.

Is this ready? How is it not the feeling of heaviness and bondage that it used to be?

Thranduil looked down at the silver armor on his chest, then at the cascading shoulder pads on his shoulders that seemed to be rushing down, and couldn't help but praise it.

"It's okay...... Is this done according to the rectification diagram? ”

"It is completely made in accordance with the rectification drawings given by your country, except that the materials are better." When it comes to the skills of his race, the dwarven craftsman is full of pride. "It's a newly developed material that's strong enough but light enough. You know that the lighter the material, the rarer it is. ”

"It's not so light that you don't feel weight on your shoulders at all. They're not small......" Twisting his head in the other direction, Thranduil once again admired the armor's V-neckline design.

The previous armor was always high enough to press the lowest part of his neck bone, causing him to reflexively frown when he turned his head, and the weight on his shoulders made him have to move his arms more vigorously in battle.

"This is a unique 'lone arch' process. It uses a peculiar splicing method to make the shoulder pad hang over the user's shoulder, and the weight is distributed to the whole body through the knot joint with the chest helmet, and the shoulder naturally does not feel weight-bearing. Speaking of which, I must thank you, Lord Devin. Bowing to a stunned Dewen, the dwarven craftsman took out the prepared berries and walked towards the Elven King. With the other party's permission, the dwarf placed the berries at the entrance of the shoulder guard on the Elven King's shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the berries slid smoothly out of the other end of the shoulder pads and landed in the craftsman's spread palm.

"Although the chief craftsman was amazed by the 'lone arch' forging skills mentioned in the rectification plan. It's a pity that the experiment has been repeated many times and still can't get the point. If it weren't for Lord Dewen sending someone to spread the word that the 'Lone Arch' forging was invented by Ken of the Tiehu family, Ken's descendants might still be begging in the streets and alleys. ”

Can Dewen know this? Thranduil suppressed the anxiety in his heart, carefully removed the crown of the branch and put it on the desk, and said to Dewen: "I have accepted the armor, and you can handle the follow-up procedures with the dwarf." Also, I'll wait here tomorrow for the rest of the business. ”

Ten minutes later, the Elven King's single deer rushed out of the palace gate, which was still under repair. The dust trampled by the deer's hooves caused the craftsmen who were repairing the gate to cough.

Although King Aurifel often sent his attendants to deliver supplies on a regular basis, Thranduil only knew the general direction of the Ghem's house.

As he climbed over the green forest mountain range behind the royal city and entered the forest between the enchanted stream and the rushing river, he could occasionally see carved beams and paintings scattered on the grass. And that's not all, even the forest that King Auryfell had given to the nobles of Sindar for a peaceful residence was full of bare tree stumps.

The sight in front of them can only show that the Great Green Forest, which has lost its owner for seven years, has been emptied of all the items and treasures that they think are useful by the unknown sweepers who have arrived one after another, and the trees that have a long life will not be spared. Even with three rivers acting as natural barriers, the noble manor of Sinda, hidden deep behind the royal city, could not escape its fate.

Thrandil, can't you just restrain your temper in front of her?

The elven king, who did not know the direction and craned his neck in the forest, blamed himself deeply: even if she went to check the former residence with the male elf, you should not immediately agree to her request to go home out of anger and jealousy, let alone put on a bad face and let her go back immediately. You know that she will never bow her head, let alone make any demands of her own during the town's renovation. Even if...... Even if you are afraid that you will not agree to let her go home, at least you should arrange a few craftsmen or send some supplies over for more than a month after she leaves, right?

It wasn't until many years later that the remorseful Elven King realized why he had neglected his beloved creature. As he fulfills his responsibilities as the Elven King, his people are his primary concern. Like all great kings, the Elven King always involuntarily puts his people first when his beloved creatures encounter them.

Driving his legs to speed the horned deer a little faster, Thranduil finally saw a towering spire on the northeast side of the forest. When he prepared the words of apology, adjusted his mind to face the blame of his beloved elf, and manipulated the horned deer to step past the pile of ceramic shards to the manor, all preparations were dispelled by the cheerful tone of the female elf.

"Hey, Thrandil, it's great to see you!" With his back to the Elven King, Vernor raised his toes, straightened his arm, pointed to the tree beside him, turned his head and said to him helplessly, "Quickly help me take down the tools above." It's that long stick. ”

Looks like there will be no blame at all? The tall elven king riding on the horned deer stretched his frowns, and with a slight stretch of his hand, he removed a stick with a pointed stone tied to the top from the leafy branches.

"That's your tool?" As he handed the 'tool' to the right person, he suppressed the heart-wrenching pain and tried to keep a smile on his face. "How did it get up?"

"Is it okay not to answer this question?" With the 'tool' pinned to his waist, Vernor picked up a thick wooden stick that had fallen to his feet, sharpened into sharp corners. "I forgot to take it off when I came down. I remembered it when I wanted to use it. Well! I was trying to smash it down with an axe. As a result, it came down, but the axe did not. ”