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Perhaps out of sympathy, perhaps out of the importance of the honorarium, a dwarf finally put down the glass in his hand and walked over. He looked at Vernor, whose hands were scarred, shook his head, and pointed to her hand. "Do you know why elves can't master the mastery of the craft of blacksmithing, IQ and body. You can't do it like this, you must first understand the structure of metal objects. Then find a way to grasp the effect that different heat of flame will have on the metal. ”

Vernor's eyes lit up, he crouched down respectfully, and said to him sincerely: "If you can explain it carefully to me, you will be paid twice as much." ”

I don't know that the disdain in the other party's eyes is not slight. He shook his head, his golden beard trembling slightly. "Double it in exchange for a careful explanation? I might as well go and have a few more drinks when I have this time. He stretched out his stubby palm and waved, "Triple can be considered." Also, you have to be not afraid of getting hurt. ”

The fee given to the dwarves had been a headache for her mother, Lady Audrey, for a long time. Moreover, during this time, King Aurifel pretended to be ignorant and had not sent wealth for a long time. Triple pay can really give you a headache. But Vernor didn't think about the difficulties he might face in accumulating his pay. She decisively untied the silver brooch on her chest and handed it over, "This should be regarded as a deposit, okay?"

The dwarf was still dissatisfied after taking the brooch. He nodded reluctantly, looking around under Vernor's slightly urging gaze. Soon, he smiled treacherously and walked in front of the metal piece that had just been removed from the furnace.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The fragile skin of your elves is no match for ours. With his stubby and heavy palms, he felt the temperature of different metal parts in the air, and soon he found a metal piece that he was satisfied with. The smile on his face deepened as he handed it to Vernor. "But the elf's self-healing feature is pretty good. Let's use the palm of your hand to feel the temperature that is perfect for ironcrafting. ”

Despite knowing that the other party had no good intentions, the combination of temperature and metal still attracted Vernor. She looked at the metal piece that was still a little red in her hand, gritted her teeth and reached out to take it. Unexpectedly, the dwarf held the seemingly ordinary metal piece in his hand, and the touch of it burned her skin and flesh. Even though he endured it, Vernore let out a scream and reflexively let go of his palm. As the metal hit the ground, the dwarves let out a mockery.

"The bow of the elves makes it impossible for you to grasp this mystery. It seems that no amount of money you give is useless. "Put the silver brooch into his arms, and the dwarf looks reluctant. "Do you know why? Because you can't withstand the higher temperatures like we do. And the best temperature is precisely when we feel a little hot, and you will get burned. If you really want to learn, you should work more on the composition and structure of metal parts. ”

After realizing that this was a physical cause that he couldn't solve at all, the feeling of frustration made Vernoll feel even hotter. She subconsciously flipped her injured palm over, looked at the scalded skin and sighed. At this moment, she suddenly felt a refreshing wind blowing.

There's no cool breeze here......

Looking up and shooting around, the flames in the forge were still burning, and the air was warm with hot water vapor, and the dwarves who were drinking and talking were sweating profusely...... Did you have a delusion?

She opened her eyes and shook her head vigorously, revealing a familiar pair of blue eyes in her slightly blurred vision when she opened them again.

The colorful world gradually became clear in Vernor's eyes, and the blue eyes that were close at hand made her realize that what she had just done was just a dream. But why is he next to him?

"Thranduil?" she called softly, tentatively.

Thranduil, one hand waving her robe, and one hand resting lightly on her arm, responded to the call with eager eyes.

"Oh my God, how did you end up here? Vernor looked at the elves around him and said in a softer voice, "It's too bad here, go back quickly." ”

Why do you always have to find a way to distance yourself from me? Thranduil frowned in displeasure and suddenly came up with a good idea. Curling the corners of his mouth into a wicked smile, he leaned close to the other man's ear and whispered, "If you drive me away again, I'll take off the veil." It is believed that it will not be long before the news of the Elf King's disguised visit to the advisor will spread throughout the alliance. ”

As he spoke, he deliberately stretched out his hand holding the robe, pretending to unveil him.

At this moment, Vernore seemed to see the shadow of Okpa. She hurriedly stretched out her hand and pressed the other party, and said helplessly: "There is really no way to take you." ”

The corners of Frenol's eyebrows, who seemed to be about to squint again, suddenly raised, and even his hands nervously climbed on Thrandier's chest, and asked with a hint of eagerness: "Is there something wrong with the woodland?"

Looking at the worry in her blue eyes, Thranduil felt better than if she had drunk a glass of fine wine. He deliberately pretended to be distressed and nodded, frowned, and said, "You really guessed it, something very big has happened - the king of the woodland is too worried about his advisers!

The veil of the beginning allowed Thranduil to see only her eyes, but the slightly touching smile on the corners of her eyebrows could not escape careful observation. The force that climbed on his chest and pushed it out was gone, replaced by hands caressing the dust on his armor.

"I'll go back and report to you on time. Vernor winked at him with a hint of cunning, and suddenly the conversation changed. "It's just...... Aren't the deportees not qualified to meet the king?"

Just as he was about to say, "This rule does not exist for you," the horns of reinforcements began to sound one after another, and the spirits of the entire camp moved. Vernore also got up with his saber in hand, and while putting on his boots with daggers strapped to them, he turned his head sideways to him. "I've got to go for reinforcements. You should go back sooner. ”

Thranduil had greeted Sauron's possible ancestors in his heart, but he understood the importance of military orders. What's more, he didn't have the courage to challenge Vernor's purpose of joining the Noldor military camp now. I could only hurriedly stuff the package wrapped in the Mithril helmet into Vernoer's arms, and solemnly said to her, "Put it on." This is the king's order. ”

In a hurry, the corner of the package was lifted, and Vernoll knew at a glance what an expensive treasure he was holding. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it. He could only turn around and gently hug Thrandeil, and hurried after the other Noldor elves.