[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

When Olivier just opened his eyes, he saw Sisi sitting beside his bed.

The red-haired elf's legs crossed, and she was picking up a strand of long hair and winding it slowly around her fingers. The light-white fingertips slowly twirled around, allowing the fiery red hair to wind around her fingers.Ceci's movements were gentle and would not disturb Olivier, but he was very focused and patient.

Olivier's eyes were still foggy, as he himself said, it's always unseemly for elves to just wake up, not to mention after struggling for almost half the night yesterday.

The elf prince buried his face in the pillow, whimpering indistinctly, his long light brown hair spread out to cover his round shoulders.Sisi tilted his head, stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair beside Olivier's cheek, and got the elf prince's reluctant stare: "You got up very early."

"It is my duty to be ready to serve you at all times, Your Highness." Sisi put his left hand lightly on his chest, bowed his head slightly, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"If you didn't grab the quilt with me yesterday, I would have believed what you said." Olivier stretched out his hand out of the quilt, but Ceci grabbed his wrist and stuffed it back.

"Your Highness, didn't you kick me off the bed too?" The red-haired elf smiled, and wrapped the Prince of the Jungle tightly with a soft quilt, "I'll get you clothes, don't move around."

This person takes care of himself like a baby.

Olivier hid half of his face under the quilt, looking at Ceci who was looking for something in front of the closet.

I don't know when Olivier allowed the elf's invasion, and Sisi controlled almost every aspect of his daily life.

Ceci took a pajamas and put them on the bed, then went back to the closet to choose a suitable robe.

Olivier didn't rush to get dressed, but supported himself from the bed with his arms and sat up, looking at the red-haired elf with turquoise eyes: "I'm hungry." Yesterday's quilt battle made Olivier feel ashamed. Tired like a battle.

Ceci looked back at Olivier and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's not a good time to eat now. I only prepared berries. I'm sorry for that, Your Highness, but I have something urgent to inform you."

This is not the first time Sisi sneaked into Olivier's room early in the morning and waited for him to wake up, although this time Sisi obviously slept on the bed of the elf prince, so Olivier looked helpless He muttered: "What's important? Is the bookstore leaking this time, or the fruit was eaten by bugs?"

"The bookstore and the fruit are related to the cultural and material construction of the dense forest. These are very serious problems, Your Highness." Sisi straightened his expression, very serious and serious, and almost deceived Olivier.

The Prince of the Jungle, who had known Sisi's little tricks for a long time, sighed, reached out and took the velvet pajamas aside and shook them on himself, covering his body and clean thighs, lifted the quilt and got out of bed and stood on the furry pajamas. On a small wool rug.

However, the elf's body was slender and slender, and even pajamas couldn't completely cover the white and smooth calf. Sisi's eyes slowly slid down from the white leg to the bare ankle and the toes hidden in the fluff of the carpet.

Sisi's eyes flicked slowly across the beautiful scenery, and then he still smiled softly and softly: "Your Highness, I don't think you are decently dressed like this."

"Come on, no one but you knows that I live here, so who can I show respect to?" Olivier glanced at him, and wandered around the room indifferently, forcing Sisi to turn his eyes away .

With two dry coughs, the red-haired elf continued to pick out the clothes Olivier needed, while the Prince of the Jungle walked to the window and stretched out his arms. The next second, the red bird landed on Olivier's door. On the fingers, the cry is crisp.

"Your Highness, I just got the news that there was an accident with those human caravans." Sisi walked over with a silver-gray robe and a light-gray belt, put them on the back of the chair, and then slowly smiled with a faint smile. Slow down.

"Accident?" Olivier reached for the robe, raised his brows slightly after hearing Sisi's words, "They broke into the jungle?"

"No, it wasn't made by elves." Sisi took Olivier's pajamas, put them aside, and turned around to see that Olivier had already put on the robe.There was a pity expression on his face, it flashed past, and then he said with a smile, "It looks like an assassination, there are no survivors, except for a team of patrolling guards, no elves left the dense forest."

Olivier stretched out his arms so that Sisi could put the belt around him, and he let out a breath after hearing him say this: "We'd better go and have a look."

It wasn't that the prince of the dense forest suddenly expressed sympathy, but because someone could kill someone quietly near the dense forest. This was a threat, or a provocation.

However, all of Olivier's thoughts were interrupted by the pain in his waist. When he lowered his head, he saw Sisi, who was squatting in front of him, trying to fasten his belt. kill me?"

"I think you need to exercise more recently, Your Highness," Ceci smiled and looked up, "otherwise it won't look good in your clothes."

Unfortunately, Olivier didn't listen to Sisi's words. He just stared blankly at the elf squatting in front of him. From this angle, he could clearly see the collarbone protruding from the slightly loose collar of the red-haired elf , fair skin, and firm chest...

Raising his head, Olivier felt that something was wrong with him, very wrong.

Maybe it's time to get in touch with those outstanding and beautiful elf ladies?

"Okay, Your Highness." Sisi stood up, looked at Olivier for a while, and then nodded with a smile, as if he was very satisfied with his work.

Olivier coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "Go and see those two human cubs, remember, don't tell them about the caravan."

"Yes." Sisi nodded and turned to leave.

Olivier stood by the window. When the door was closed, he turned his head, stretched out his finger, and let the red bird land on his hand again.

Doubt is sometimes a seed, and Olivier doesn't want to plant it, but the Prince of the Jungle has to think more, even though he is never willing to question Sisi.

"Tell me, did Sisi leave the tree house yesterday?"

The bird chirped softly, then shook its little head.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Olivier's mouth, he raised his hand, and let the red bird fly.

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Thranduil obviously knew what was going on, but the Elf King didn't take it too seriously. He held a letter in his hand, which was written by Elrond himself.

Sitting on the throne, the King of the Jungle leaned on the wide armrest, resting his chin on one hand, his eyes squinting at the parchment in his hand, he slid across it one by one pickily, and then his eyes jumped from the last one again At the beginning, continue the work just now.Alves, the elf who was in charge of the jungle's money expenditure and income, stood aside with a smile. There was no trace of boredom on his handsome face, but he looked at Thranduil with interest.

Olivier saw this scene as soon as he entered the hall, almost subconsciously, he quickly walked under the throne, stood upright in front of Alves, and blocked the eyes of the elves looking at him.

Alves was not angry at all, he lowered his head and saluted Olivier: "Your Highness."

This sound also drew Thranduil's thoughts, his glazed eyes turned to Olivier, and the Elf King put the parchment aside: "Come here, Olivier."

Olivier was not polite, he first smiled at Alves—even though he was reluctant—then walked up the steps and stood beside Thranduil.

Thranduil put the parchment directly into Olivier's hands, and said in a low voice, "I need you to make a choice now."

Olivier blinked, looked down, and frowned at the first word.

The note belonged to the King of the Grove, and it was evidently a letter, beginning "Dear Thranduil."

It's as if he can call him export by this name.

Olivier looked down, but found that this was not an ordinary letter.Although it ambiguously and extensively explained Elrond's longing and blessings for Thranduil, those were directly skipped by Olivier and did not enter his mind.

And the list attached at the end is probably the reason that bothered Thranduil.

The names of at least [-] different wines are densely written on it. It has to be said that the Lin Gu elves have reached the pinnacle of writing, and they can describe the most perfect posture of wine with beautiful language.

For example, the first "Emerald Elf" on this wine list and the last "Colorful Neon".

These names are beautiful, and it is not difficult to imagine how beautiful the wines look.

Olivier is not afraid of drinking, but it is only because he can drink a few more glasses because of his childhood influence, but he has already been tempted by these names, not to mention the elf king who likes alcohol to the point of being intoxicated.

"This is a very difficult choice." Olivier frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and it seemed that it was very difficult for him to choose some and discard some.

"Yes, it's difficult." Thranduil sat there with his legs crossed, his brows slightly wrinkled and his lips tightly pursed.

Alves looked up at the father and son, and found that their expressions at the moment were unbelievably consistent, and the subtle changes on their faces were exactly the same.

This gave Alves a hint and a wake-up call.

Thranduil's trust in Olivier is increasing day by day, and the prince of the jungle may really gradually become a powerful figure in the jungle.

Conversely, perhaps His Highness the Eldest Prince's admiration for His Majesty is deeper than what Alves imagined.