After getting the other party's acquiescence, he said a reason that even he felt extremely numb. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"I ask you to help me protect Starlight and the Royal City, until I return. Please don't tell Avril that this is going to be her dowry. I hope these dowries are intact, and will you guard this surprise for your sister for the time being?"

Vernore had no way of refusing. In fact, before Thranduil came, King Aurifel had already communicated with her. She promised to stay in the city with Avril after the king left, waiting for their triumph.

"I always had a bad premonition...... Perhaps, when necessary, your status as a princely advisor can help somewhat. Aurelfeld nodded to her slightly, "I promise I won't cause you too much trouble." All matters will be taken care of by Lord Edmund, and he will only come to you if he encounters something that he cannot decide. ”

No one could have predicted how much of a difference this decision would have in the near future, just as no one could have predicted how long the war would last.

The departure of the king and prince took with them all the soldier and elven rations, including all the weapons in good condition.

Vernorr and Edmund wandered through the deserted streets, speechless.

In fact, there are still many elves left in the royal city, but all the elves are very busy. With the exception of a small number of soldiers guarding the four gates, most of the remaining elves were busy farming and crafting bows and arrows at their posts. Once the war began, the royal city had to provide all the food and weapons of the woodland army on the front line, which had independent authority in the war, so it had to be self-sufficient. At the same time, it also paid for part of the supply of the Allied army as a condition for independence. As a result, the huge royal city looked like an empty city. It is only in the evening that the city has some popularity, when the convoy loads the day's supplies and transports them out of the city with all the elves seeing them off.

Vernore looked in the direction of Edmund's finger, and there were about 10 or so soldiers there. They stood on the lookout of the city gate, their tall and slender figures looking helpless and small against the backdrop of the city gate.

"Why does the soldier look a little out of spirit?" Velvain in Fnorr's impression always has a smiling face. But the soldiers at the city gates were obviously not very happy.

"No alcohol. Edmund shook his head helplessly. "The city needs to set aside a week's worth of food, and the amount of food produced after deducting the amount supplied to the front line is exactly what we have for two days. At this rate, it will take a full month for the city to prepare for a full month's food. There is no surplus food left to make fine wine. ”

"Reserve only three days' worth of food, and make half of the day's surplus food into fine wine. ”

"Oh my God, do you know how risky this is?" said Edmund, shaking his head, muttering to himself that the elves really didn't understand what war was. "With such a small weight, if the royal city is attacked, the enemy will not have to fight us, and we can be trapped for a week and surrender without a fight. ”

"I really don't know what war is. As if reading his thoughts, Vernor said in an unquestioning tone: "I only know that if the elves of Sylvan lose their wine, they will lose the sun and the trees lose the rain. Besides, if the enemy doesn't fight us, won't we fight them?"

At night, all the lookouts are piled with barrels of fine wine at their disposal. After a hard day's work to see off the convoy, the elves no longer go back to their homes and lie in bed in a daze, but spontaneously take out their treasured game, fruits, and even musical instruments. Edmund was also pulled under a lookout, and just as he was standing, a leg of lamb with a strong fragrance was stuffed into his hand.

"My lord, try it. I just came hunting in the afternoon. The elf who served the food raised an eyebrow at him, as if he were celebrating the Confederates' final victory.

"Who allowed you to go out hunting in the afternoon?" Edmund bit the leg of mutton in his hand fiercely, trying to make his expression look hideous and vicious. But the chewing mouth just made him feel a little more happy. He can't be blamed for that. He had been eating dry food for three days, and he felt that he was growing like a tree. "Do you have nothing to do during the day, and are you not afraid of the dangers hidden in the forest with your broken bodies?"

There is no way, most of the male elves who are staying in the city now, except for the hundreds or so regular troops guarding the city, are disabled elves.

"Didn't you ask the future princess to take her soldiers out hunting?" the elf understood, Mistress Edmund. He thought that the adult must have been like himself, and had not enjoyed game and wine for several days, and was a little out of his mind. The future princess said that the time was short, and she only had one helper from the consultant, and she brought back 8 wild animals one after another. Hey, you can't guess what she brought back at the end, she brought back a frost wolf. However, the advisor said that the frostwolf's meat was not delicious at all, and that he should feed it to the crows. ”

Edmund glared fiercely in the direction of the palace, and did not touch his mouth with satisfaction until he had finished eating the leg of mutton. "You drink and drink, and whoever dares to get drunk will be locked up in the dungeon, and you won't even smell the wine!"

"Don't worry, sir. This kind of wine, even a ten-year-old elf baby can be drunk as milk, and it can't be drunk. I don't know who answered, causing a burst of laughter.

Edmund took a sip and tasted it for some reason, only to find that this wine really only pays attention to quantity and not quality. It was definitely the worst wine he had ever drunk, not one of the worst it had ever tasted! But so what? Looking at the carnival in front of him, he refilled another glass.

The interior of the prince's chambers contrasts sharply with the revelry of the lookout. The two blonde elves stared at each other and froze for a long time. The one with brighter hair stepped forward and pushed away the elf who tried to hug him.

"I'm not going back! I'm going to wait here for Thranduil to come back!"

"Avril, it's not as safe as you think. "Our house is deep in the forest, and we have the royal city as a natural barrier. There are also 3 escorts given by the king, which are enough to ensure both safety and life. ”

"Why do you keep treating me like a child?" Avril's own white light brightened with anger, "Don't you hear what people call me? They call me 'future princess'. I'm going home now, how will I face them in the future? What do you think of the future princess who has escaped? Oh, no! I can't even talk about being on the verge of being in battle. What will Thranduil think of me? Will he take me to visit the army and wander the streets in the future? Besides, what right do you have to deprive me of my right to wait for Thranduil's return?

Am I wrong? Vernor's whole body stiffened and fell silent. After a few moments, Avril crouched down in front of her, resting her head on her waist. "Sister, please protect me and let me wait until the prince returns. ”