After taking a deep breath not far from the city gate, Vernor walked into the city that was still under repair. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As far as the eye can see, the most ornate royal city in eastern Middle-earth seven years ago has not changed in the slightest in this month, and it still silently displays the scars left by the war with its devastation. Fortunately, the simple and happy Sylvan elves were not affected, and almost all of them hurriedly shuttled through it with a bottle of fine red wine, injecting a constant flow of bright colors into the gray-white city. The moment they saw the Silver Mask, all the Wood Elves representing the bright colors would stop and salute the Silver Mask from afar.

"Vera is on top, and I've finally waited for you." The officials who heard the news hurried up to meet him and helped Vernor to hold his horse. "Go and see the children, God knows what Iluvita has put in their heads, and neither good wine nor meat nor the best toys in the world can calm them down. Just now, five other children lit up the freshly repaired studio in the blink of an eye, but fortunately they found it early. ”

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In the silent hall, Thranduil, with her eyes closed, returned to a month ago.

In a small town east of the royal city, after the stench of fresh corpses stunned the third group of Wood Elves who had been sent to clean up, the Elven King rushed over alone with his advisors. Before entering the town, he was mentally prepared enough and covered his mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief. But even so, the Elven King, who was accustomed to seeing corpses in war, was still stunned by the scene in the town.

Scattered on top of the haphazard gold and silver jewels were a dozen corpses that had begun to swell. Several corpses still maintained their attacking motion. Flies and milky white motths kept moving in and out of the corpse, or wandering in the green corpse fluid. The breath in the air soon pierced through the three layers of the veil handkerchief, reaching the tip of the nose and the exposed eyes. The Elven King, who was holding his breath, only took a slight breath, and then choked on the foul smell and retched a few times. Before hurriedly withdrawing, the elf king, whose eyes were covered with a layer of mist, grabbed the female elf beside him indiscriminately and pulled the other party out of the town together.

"It seems that there is no need for a careful inventory, and even if there are no corpses, the house is not much better. Just burn it down and rebuild it. "When the deer was driven to a place more than ten meters away from the town, the elf king dared to breathe heavily.

"You'll need to get people in and set up the quarantine as soon as possible. If this continues, it will pollute the surrounding plants. The woodland advisor on his horse suddenly turned his head, looked east, and frowned. Almost at the same time, she turned her horse's head and swung the reins and galloped toward a tall tree to the east.

When the Horned Deer arrived under the tree with the Elven King, he found Vernore half-kneeling on the ground, carefully digging up a strange plant with a small shovel. Behind her were countless wooden house blocks, and various tools were mixed in and laid out among the parts of the wooden house. On the tree to the left behind her, a half-remaining treehouse was crumbling from the wind and rain.

Despite the lush vines covering almost the entire house, Thranduil could see the foot of the bed hidden among the vines.

A tool room and a bedroom?

Thranduil instantly understood that this was the place with whom Vernoll had lived.

"I want to go home and see." Holding the dug plant to his chest, Vernorr raised his head and begged the elven king high above.

Thranduil, of course, would not be as angry as he was a month ago and said directly: "Approved." You can go back immediately", then turned the deer's head and left the place where his anger was burning. Revisiting in his dream, he tilted his head to look at each other, and said with a firm look: "No." Never want to leave me in vain. ”

As soon as the words fell, an arrow whizzed past the left side of his face, holding an empty bow in his hand, and the wood elf who had only seen one side broke into the sight of the elf king with the same posture as more than a hundred years ago.

The brown-haired elf on the horse is almost as tall as the Elven King. He raised his bow triumphantly, and after sneering at the Elven King, he stretched out his hands to wrap around Vernor, who was sitting in front of him.

"What about the elven king who is rich in the forest? You'll never be able to keep my wife, let alone have him. He kissed the female elf in front of him in a flash, and the wood elf let out a string of hearty laughs and carried Vernor. Only the Elf King was so angry that he trembled all over, surrounded by a heavy black mist and couldn't move......

"Bastard!" With a roar of rage, Thranduil, who had been reclining on the throne and sleeping, suddenly a spirit stood up. The fierce aura of the whole body shocked several attendants in the hall before they could put down the items in their hands, and they all stood in place and trembled. A slightly bold attendant raised his head and peeked at it, only to see the elf king stunned slightly, frowning and looking around.

His eyes swept over the windows of colourful glass and over the carved bookcase that had just moved in, containing all the letters that had been piled up on the floor. His gaze finally settled on the desk in front of him. The various official letters that were scattered in a mess have been placed on beautiful wooden pallets, neatly stacked on the left and right. A delicate napkin is laid out in the middle of the vacated desk, and the sun reflects the sun in the goblet of my favorite fine Doningwei red wine.

"Get up." Rubbing his forehead, which was about to explode, the Elf King asked in a rough voice, "Why did you come back without permission?" Aren't the kids too busy to get busy? ”

Several attendants quietly glanced at each other, and the one who was still a little bolder replied boldly: "The advisor has divided the children into batches." The joyful children were taken by the archers to see the weapons and learn about the animals, and the joyful children listened attentively to the adventure stories told by the instructors. Those who are required to learn cooking, sculpture, and geography all have their own arrangements. The advisor said it was called ...... It's called 'teaching according to talent'...... The children listened attentively and naturally didn't mess around, but there were enough people, so we came back. ”

Seeing the Elf King nod slightly, the attendant breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he thought that there would be no punishment for coming to attend to the king's intimate affairs in private, the elven king's next sentence made him shudder.

"Who told you to sort out my official letters?" The hand with the huge gem slapped heavily on the top layer of the official letter pile, and the Elven King raised his voice and shouted, "In this way, I will have to re-distinguish between them." ”

"No...... It's not something we put together. The attendant shivered and wiped away the cold sweat that kept breaking out on his forehead, and sighed that the words that the advisor had carefully explained before he left were really important. He hastened to explain: "It was your advisor who sorted it out. The advisor said that each letter has a different color of plants, the darkest plant represents the first treatment, and the white petals represent the final treatment. The unmarked letters on the left are important but not urgent for the advisor......"