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"Nothing is unpleasant. I'm just thinking about what to do next. Swallowing all the bitterness in his mouth, Vernor slowly moved out of his chair. Deliberately making a slightly playful smile, she winked at a bewildered Thranduil. "If Your Majesty thinks that I have done well, can you give me a reward? Can you give me a separate room in the palace? I want to stay in the palace as much as possible. ”

This way I can try not to see the wood elves again, especially the children. Maybe instead of facing their heartfelt smile and care, the guilt will be a little less?

Thranduil, of course, would not refuse Vernoor's first unsolicited request. He wanted to high-five and laugh at the idea of staying in the palace as much as possible. The only living beings living in the palace except the attendants were Thranduil herself, and she was finally willing to face up to her inner feelings, and from now on she would have only guarded me?If it weren't for the terrible thinking skills that Thranduil had developed in her seven years as a king, she would have been so excited that she was almost incoherent.

"Good!" he grabbed the other's hand, and Thrandil's tone was filled with rare joy. "When the reinforcements arrive, there are enough wood elves to call. When I returned, I immediately ordered that the guest bed next to the prince's bed be repaired first. After that you will live there, and no living beings will be able to disturb you. ”

"There are hundreds of palaces in the palace, but only the prince's dormitory, where you live now, has barely been repaired. There weren't enough sprites available before, but now ...... Your Majesty might as well repair the king's bed first. Vernorr leaned back, slightly tired, letting his hands move out of the other's grasp. "You can't stay in the prince's bed all the time. Sooner or later, the woodland will welcome a new prince, and you can't take over the magpie's nest. ”

A quick glance at Vernor's eyes, making sure that there was still an elf on the blue eyeballs, Thranduil didn't dare to say the phrase "The green forest may never have a prince".

"Just as you say. I'll ask them to renovate the king's bedchamber first. "For the sake of the Wood Elves, and for her to live in the Prince's Bed forever in her place, the Elf King does not mind facing the boundless solitude of the King's Bed alone in the years of eternal life. He said softly, "As for the prince's bedchamber, it will be given to you." ”

Of course, Vernor thought the reward was very strange. As she began to search her mind for words of rejection, a short, shrill horn sound came to her ears. The experience of the Seven Years' War made her think only of battle after the sound of the horn, and she subconsciously sat up from her chair, and habitually touched the saber at her waist with her hand.

"Don't be nervous. The eyes that had been a little sad just now became unusually dazzling after the sound of the horn. The Elven King, dressed in military uniform, not only did not make any moves, but blocked Vernor's outstretched hand towards the saber. "This is not the sound of a battle horn, but a hint of the beginning of comedy. Weren't you still worried about what to do in Riverdale? Now I can tell you for sure that worrying is unnecessary. ”

While removing his armor, the elf king who walked to the door of the tent proudly showed a smile that was enough to kill all living beings in an instant, but could not shake the smile of the female elf who had been sleeping with the portrait of the Lord of Yongquan for ten years. He craned his neck outside the tent and shouted, "Tell them to start preparing dinner." ”

The battle plan to beat the enemy army to increase the deterrent force had to be terminated because he did not get the horses, but the elven king only cared about dinner at this time?

Although the Elf King's entire body exuded a strong sense of confidence at this time, Vernor still frowned slightly and opened his mouth. "Thrandier ......"

"You've done enough with the Wood Elves, so it's up to me to do the next. As soon as he took off the iron bracer, he saw the other party stretching out his hand to pick it up, and this tacit understanding made the Elf King's footsteps a little light. After handing over the bracer in his hand, he gently patted the other party's shoulder, and said sternly: "Don't think about anything else, the Elf King thinks that your first task now is to eat well!"

When "eating well" became the king's order, Vernor found that the difficulty of the task, which he had to do three times a day, suddenly increased. Although she ate very hard, the food piled high on the plate didn't seem to decrease much. And the amount of food for dinner was only one-fifth of his own, and the elf king, who had quickly settled the dinner, was tilting his head and raising his eyebrows to spy on himself. Whenever she was about to put down the dishes, the Elven King's palm on the table would tap the table a few times, revealing a look of displeasure. Fortunately, it didn't take long for more than a dozen Rivervalley Humans, who had rushed through the half-orcs to rush to the outside of the camp.

After looking at the human who was embarrassed and couldn't even speak, and understood what the other party wanted to say, the wood elf stationed outside the camp made a quiet gesture, walked to the door of the tent and bent down and shouted: "Your Majesty, Rivervalley Town sent someone to say that three hundred horses will be sent one after another, and the mayor of the town asks you to laugh as soon as possible." ”

The Elf King, who had a solemn face just now, smiled silently at Vernorr when he heard the shout. In the process of retracting the hand on the table, he deliberately put his hand on the familiar face and rubbed it for a while while while the female elf was thinking sideways. It wasn't until he noticed that the other party began to slowly withdraw from his thoughts that he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Tell them I'm resting. The matter of collecting the horses will be discussed tomorrow. The elf king's mouth with a wicked smile made an unimaginably sharp sound, which shook the soldiers who had been waiting outside the tent, but did not shock the female elf sitting opposite him. She looked the Elven King up and down with wide eyes and made sure that there were no traces of war on him, and then got up and walked to the place where the armor was placed.

Not the slightest trace of blood could be found on the silvery-white armor, only a thin layer of dust covered the surface, and it was difficult to tell whether the owner of the armor had participated in the battle. But even if the Elven King had really come into contact with Gondabaa or the remnants of the enemy hiding in the withered wasteland, as she had thought, how could the enemy dare to come into close contact with him with his actions in the "Last Battle"?

Turning back to the Elven King, picking up the black gloves on the armrest and looking closely, Vernorr confirmed his guess.

The sparse and uneven threads on the inner palm of the glove only indicate that the user has been holding a heavy object for a long time, such as a saber. And on Thrandil's way back to the woodland border from Rivertown, there were obviously no enemies that the Elven King needed to defeat personally......