"Please rest assured that any weapons that may cause harm to you will be put away."
Thurnhill treated her like a distinguished guest.
Looking at Thanhill, with her beautiful face and smiling face, her beautiful face was enough to make the world eclipse her.
However, Cheng Qianxun didn't feel flattered, but instead her heart was in suspense.
Elleras led her into the castle and to a room.
It is said to be a room, but it is actually a place where things are stored.
Except for the bedrooms, there are no doors in any space in the castle dug out of tree roots and rocks.
But all the elves know which places belong to whom, and they will not take things away casually when they enter.
"This wine is good."
Alleras poured the wine for her.
"Less, I can't drink more."
When he finished speaking, only a fifth of the glass of wine had been handed to him.
Elleras obviously still remembered, she smiled and took the drink.
Seeing several empty wine bottles on the wooden table, he casually asked: "Your Majesty still loves drinking so much."
"Yes, elves all like to drink."
Elleras was helping him pour wine for himself.
Elves have a long lifespan.
The longer their lifespan is, the more boring they become.
The elves can't go out of their way to acquire souls like the underworld, and they don't have the magic power to save souls, so they can only drink.
After pouring the wine, Elleras raised the glass to her: "Since you left, my father drank more."
Then he drank it all.
She was stunned and quickly changed the topic: "Is Alandel okay?"
"She left and volunteered to guard the ruins."
Elleras went to pour wine again: "It is said that the ancestors of the elves sat on these flying boats and were summoned.
They came here.
The ruins are these things, and they have been there for a long time.
It’s useless.
It’s been seventeen years, how long is she going to stay there?”
Watching Alleras drink the wine in the glass in another gulp.
There was unconcealable bitterness and nostalgia on his face.
She seemed to understand something, and I don't know if it was a hint or if she really saw through the world of mortals and did it voluntarily.
I left here and went to the tomb-like ruins, where I stayed with a pile of junk.
If it weren't for the long life span of elves, seventeen years would be enough to kill an ordinary human being.
From a young girl to a yellow-faced woman.
Fortunately, sometimes it becomes a burden.
Human life is limited.
No matter how difficult or painful the decision is, it will last only a hundred years.
In the end, ashes will return to dust, dust will return to dust, and everything will disappear.
And the elves are alive.
Will always remember.
Unless you can figure it out and let go, it will always be a knot in your heart.
In fact, the elves love wine, and there is a reason why both men and women like what is in the cup.
Sometimes memories of the past are brought back and I can't sleep, so wine can help me fall asleep.
After all, there are no sleeping pills or Mafei powder here.
After two glasses of wine, Alleras went to pour another glass of wine.
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It doesn't seem to have any impact.
Seeing that he was drinking so hard, she warned: "Drink less.
Be careful of getting drunk."
Then I heard a voice, so noble that it was almost proud and slightly majestic: "Drink as you like, but drink slowly."
Looking sideways, Thurnhill, who had taken off his military uniform, was standing at the door.
After saying a few words, he had already changed his clothes, so quickly.
However, she is a natural beauty and does not need to put on makeup.
As soon as she takes off her armor, she comes out with a set of clothes, so she is naturally very fast.
The long dark brown-green robe is tied with a dark brown belt around the waist.
Judging from the proportions, the legs are surprisingly long.
A sword hangs on the right side of the waist.
Only a very tall person like Thernhill can hang such a long sword.
The total length of the sword is 1.5 meters.
If it is given to Cheng Qianxun, it will basically be used as a crutch.
He can either carry it on his back or hang it on his waist.
It will definitely be dragged on the ground.
The skin inside the V-shaped collar is dazzlingly white, and the tight muscles on the chest make the clothes look not thin.
Wearing a red cardigan robe, it mosses the floor and rolls on the ground behind it as she walks.
When such a beauty approaches, everything around him becomes dim, as if all the light is focused on him.
When you get closer, the difference in height can only be seen by looking up.
I have never seen anyone who can combine feminine and majestic beauty without any conflict like Thernhill.
For something so rare that every second could be picturesque, Cheng Qianxun naturally would not miss it, and watched Thurnhill walk all the way in front of her.
After walking up to her, Thurnhill looked down at her, and then smiled at her, with a smile that made mountains and rivers shake.
He then reached out to take the empty wine glass in Elleras' hand: "You should taste the wine slowly.
With your ability to drink, , I won’t get drunk even if I drink a bucket of it, so don’t waste it.”
Elleras probably didn't like being restrained, so he just wore an extra cloak than what he usually wore when patrolling in the jungle.
The cloak had already been taken off when I came in, so there was no need to change anything.
But seeing the slight smile on Thurnhill's lips, Alelas walked away obediently.
Thurnhill took the wine glass that Elleras drank from and went straight to pour the wine without taking another glass from the table: "The wine tastes okay, right?"
While pouring, he muttered to himself: "Wine is the best gift given by nature to the elves.
This year's wine is even more intoxicating, sweeter than ever before and has a long aftertaste."
After pouring, he turned around and faced the cup with his cup.
She smiled.
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Thernhill picked up the wine glass and watched her take a sip, his eyes filled with electricity.
It seems that the Adam's apple of the men of the energy race is not big.
Looking at the neck that can be called a jade neck, imagining the slight irritation when the wine passes through it.
I have seen enough men, but the man in front of me is definitely the most beautiful, so beautiful that it is beyond words.
Oh, this man is actually not a human, but an elf.
Originally, elves have a kind of fairy spirit that does not eat the fireworks of the world.
There is not much difference in the appearance of men and women.
They all have delicate skin and slender figures, and Thurnhill is undoubtedly not to mention Among humans, she is the most beautiful among the elves.
In the past, if you saw such a beautiful woman, you might be stunned to the point of losing your composure, but she was no longer a mortal.
With such a beautiful view, she took a look at the order without hesitation, took a slow sip, moistened the tip of her tongue, and said calmly: "I'm not good at tasting wine, and I don't waste much.
I can't drink too much."
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Thurnhill looked at her, as if he wanted to see something about her carefully.
Then, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually grew thicker: "You are still the same, you haven't changed at all.
Whether it's your words or your drinking capacity."
She responded casually.
It was not easy to look at such a beautiful woman and speak eloquently: "Your Majesty, too."
"Don't always call me Your Majesty.
Other clan leaders rarely call me this way.
You can call me by my name directly.
Even the name that the orcs hate is still often on your lips."
This point of Thernhill is different from that of the old-fashioned nobles.
The classes are very similar and they are good at using gray humor.
"Okay, Your Majesty Thernhill."
She still called him "Your Majesty" because she didn't want to get involved in emotional disputes with this old handsome man.
The honorific title can maintain a certain distance invisibly.
Thurnhill smiled and turned around to pour the wine, leaving behind a stiff back: "Let's talk about where you have been over the years
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