Gracefully rising, Norvre walked slowly towards him, with a voice as beautiful as Avril's. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "May the light of the gods bless you, honorable king. ”

"If you don't mind, can I see why you can still have such a smile after losing your husband? In my opinion, this is impossible. ”

"Grieving for the sake of facts that cannot be changed is obviously the most stupid thing to do. He's gone completely, and I can't hold it back. To live happily for your beloved is the best love for him. You don't think it's possible, it's just that there are ways to get rid of your troubles. ”

This girl has seen it so thoroughly! Aurel silently gave Vernoll 32 likes in his heart. He then describes his troubles in very exaggerated language, and faithfully hopes to get help from Vernor.

"Your idea really makes me ......," Vernoll said, tilting his head in thought for a few seconds, blinking his eyes, "makes me want to laugh." Place Avril and Rhea directly on the prince's bed...... Aren't you afraid that the valiant prince will shoot them? ”

"Please be considerate of an anxious father, Vernor. I must make the prince forget about the lowly Sylvan elves. And I just want them to have a holy and beautiful conversation. The holiness of Thrandil is beyond your imagination......"

There was not a trace of mockery on Vernor's face, and her serious expression pleased Orifer. "I don't think your dream will be too difficult to achieve, you just need time for the prince to forget. A few hundred years is not too much time for an elf. If you give the prince enough time, maybe your prince will invite Avril or Ryaer. ”

"I don't have much time left. There are so many dangers in the country that war is on the verge of breaking out. The prince's condition was so serious that it even affected his valor. ”

"There is nothing I can do to help you, honorable king. I would not agree with you throwing me into the prince's bed, and I don't think you would throw a married woman into the prince's bed. Even all the elves know that your prince is handsome. Vernor walked towards the door, wanting to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"I have absolutely no intention of throwing you into the prince's bed." Orifer subconsciously held out a hand to Novre, as if that would stop her. He knew that if the next sentence didn't have any point of appeal, the last hope would be gone. "I heard you searched for a weapon on an orc?"

The footsteps disappeared, and the blonde hair moved slightly, revealing the tip of the belonger's beautiful nose.

There is a door! While praising himself, Orifer said as quickly as he could the reasons he had come up with on the road. "Your home is in a location where you rarely see orcs. Let me guess how many orcs you've searched for in the last 100 years. 100 pcs? 50 pcs? Or less? ”

"Eighteen." There was a hint of helplessness in her beautiful voice, "Your palace is the closest to them. With us, it is difficult to find orcs alive or dead. ”

"What would you think if you had the command of 30 soldiers and fought near the palace or even further afield? You know that orcs often break into the vicinity of the palace, and it is the main job of the palace guards to eliminate them. ”

The blonde master's eyes lit up, "Then I will be willing to stay in the palace." If I could have absolute freedom, you would be my most respected king. ”

"I will respect your choice." Orifer stepped forward and gently placed his hand on the forehead of Vernor, who was already facing him, "You can enjoy the status of a doctor, a mentor, a commander, or anything higher than an ordinary elf, even a princess. I assure you that to some extent you enjoy absolute freedom. With all due respect, though, you have to be safe. You seem to be a lot shorter than the prince......"

The healing smile exudes a strong sense of confidence, and the flat tone reflects the state of mind that does not care. "I am as tall as your scepter. You don't have to worry about my safety, height doesn't make the prince cause me any harm. ”

The conversation ended with happy expressions on both sides. If Gam hadn't had a twisted expression on his face, it would have been a perfect conversation. As he was leaving, Orifer patted Gaim on the shoulder and teased, "You will respect Norvre's decision, right, my dear Gim!" ”

In the twitch of the corner of Gem's eyes, the elven king triumphantly led Vernorr back to court.

The silver mask covered the entire face, making it impossible for Thranduil to see behind the mask. He also noticed that the creature in front of him was not like all the dressed elves, with long flowing hair hanging down like a waterfall under the helmet and down to the waist. To be exact, he couldn't see his hair.

He was clearly not interested in the issue of covering his hair in his helmet, though, he was just happy. After seeing the last guard walk out of his bedroom and close the door shut, he walked quickly up to the man, looking down slightly into the eyes behind the mask. "I'm so happy to welcome you! Lady or sir? ”

Ignoring the man's backing and turning, he said excitedly. "You know, after Miranda was banished by his father, his father no longer allowed me to have close guards, not even men. Oh! My dear squire, does your arrival mean that my father has begun to give in to me? Oh, my God! It's still night, which means I can have a full-day guard? ”

Concession? He's a kid indeed!

Vernorr retreated ten paces away from Thranduil, slowly removing his mask. As she expected, the expression on Thranduil's face stiffened as her glowing skin was exposed to the air. After taking off the helmet, strands of blonde hair burst out. This beauty, which belonged to the High Elves, made her see the anger on the prince's beautiful face.

Perhaps not yet awakened from her shock and indignation, the prince remained absolutely silent as she spoke.

"I'm not your bodyguard. I should be your advisor. ”

"Advisor? Aren't the High Elves of the Sindar supposed to be placed on my bed? Can the identity of an advisor also attract the noble Sindar Elves? Thranduil tilted her head, sending what she thought was the most vicious eyewave to the other party. With his malicious language, he is simply the image of a little resentful woman who has been alone for a long time.

"Wait, I've seen you! Shouldn't you gallop through the great green forest with your Sylvan elven companion, shoot the prince's prey with a bow and arrow, and leave Vernor satisfied with a string of whistles? What did my father use to make you willing to leave your partner and come to me? Is it a chest full of treasure or a prestigious status printed on an official paperwork, a national notice? Or are you not at all the rumored husband who loves you deeply? You're just a humble beauty seeker who can change your partner at any time for the sake of beauty. ”