Voice of Dragonland

"What's the origin of the ugly guy?" Selosta blocked Galian at the palace entrance.

"Well, I only know that he is an elf brought by His Majesty from Lorraine, and he is coming to the dense forest to find relatives. I don't know the rest. Why did His Highness ask him?" Gallian answered honestly.

"Don't you think the father is too close to him?"

"Huh?" Galian blinked in confusion, "Your Highness, where do you start? If we talk about getting closer, all the elves in this country are not as close as you and His Majesty."

Selosta didn't speak, her beautiful blue eyes were drooping, and her face was full of wind and rain.

"Your Highness?"

"Find a way to get him away from the royal father." Selosta's voice was cold, with a strong dampness, hovering faintly above the empty palace.

Gallian's eyes sank, "Your Highness, the ugly guy's job was handpicked by His Majesty, please forgive me for being powerless."

"Hand-picked?" Selosta narrowed his eyes, a faint rage flashed in his eyes, and looking back again, he still had the gentle and cheerful appearance, nodded casually, and turned to leave, "Okay then, I see."

"Your Highness..." Galian called out to Selosta.

"Ok?"

Selosta looked back, still smiling.

"The ugly guy has nothing, and he hasn't found any relatives yet..." Gallian bent down, "Please don't embarrass him, Your Highness."

"Why do you think I will make things difficult for him?" Selosta's smile froze.

"You are a prince, so naturally you won't have trouble with a disabled lonely elf. I'm thinking too much." Galian replied humbly.

Selosta's eyes fell on the top of Galian's head, and after a few seconds, she turned and left.

The smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a trace of resentment, and he bit his lips tightly, revealing a trace of blood.

"Your Highness, if His Majesty finds out that I brought you here, he will punish me." The little maid held up the torch nervously, her brown eyes turned back and forth uneasily, her shoulders were tightly huddled, and the fitted robe seemed to grow bigger in an instant Number one, wrapped loosely around his thin body.She looked terrified, as if a monster would jump out from the end of this huge spiraling corridor and devour her.

"No, I won't if I say no." Selosta took the torch, "Okay, is it the last one? I can go by myself."

"No, no, Your Highness, let me go with you..." The little maid thought about the guilt of losing the prince, and suddenly felt that being eaten by a monster would be more enjoyable.

"That elf looks like an orc, aren't you afraid?" Selosta glanced at the little maid.

"I'm not afraid..." The little maid's legs trembled violently. She turned her head to look at the way she came, and she was frightened like a frightened bird. But just now, His Highness strongly asked her to lead the way. Why are you doing this now? Scare her~ "Tsk, don't scream when you see anything later, let alone talk nonsense!" Selosta's eyes flickered, an intriguing smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she continued to walk forward.

"Yes, Your Highness." The little maid frightenedly grabbed the hem of the prince's clothes, and followed her to a darker place.

In fact, this is not an adventure game, but the residence of the guards in the dense forest. However, everyone lives in the spacious and bright upper floor, and the ugly guy lives alone in the darkest corner of the lower floor.

The tortuous corridor did not light a lamp for him alone, and the deeper it went, the darker it became.

Selosta held the torch, and the scene of her father dropping his hand on the ugly man's head flashed over and over in his mind.

Thranduil seldom gets close to others, let alone any physical contact, but he sees it clearly, the gentle fall of the palm, the brief stay, so natural and so warm.

He didn't know why he cared so much about this seemingly ordinary touch, but that insignificant touch was always circling in his mind, like a tiny stone in a boot, making him restless all the time.

Especially the eyes of the ugly guy peeping at Thranduil, that is greedy admiration!He will never be wrong!

Clenching the torch in his hand tightly, the resentment in his eyes was deep. Where did the courage come from, so that this humble orc had the guts to covet his father?

"Your Highness?" A suspicious voice suddenly came from the darkness, rough and hoarse, like a ghost in the legend, which frightened the little maid to scream.

"Shut up!" Selosta really regretted letting this little maid who didn't have one come here with him. Before she could say anything, her momentum was three points shorter.

The little maid covered her mouth, shaking like a bird in the rain.

Selosta handed her the torch, leaned on the hilt of the sword at her waist with one hand, and approached him step by step, "Ugly?"

In the darkness, a figure slowly walked towards here.It's him, the ugly guy, he lowered his head and hid his face in the shadows, "Your Highness, this is not where you should come."

"Indeed." Cylostra stepped towards him, gripping the hilt of his sword and lifting his jaw, forcing his face into the firelight.

The little maid bit her finger hard, her eyes dimmed with fright.

"This is not where I should set foot, why, you know?"

"This is... a humble place where servants live, and it will stain your noble footprints." The ugly guy was forced to look into Cylosta's eyes.Those eyes are beautiful, the blue is clear to the bottom, the blue is cold and bright, but the look in those eyes is so arrogant and domineering.

"Yes, you are right." Selosta nodded, staring at the ugly guy's brown eyes, and said word by word, "It seems that you still know the distinction between high and low, and that I am a prince, but You, as a servant..."

"What advice does Your Highness have?" He looked at the prince, and some blurred fragments flashed through his mind, trivial and messy, unable to be spliced ​​together. His eyes became blank and empty, and this blankness was in Selosta's eyes. Undoubtedly turned into a provocation.

"Turn your dirty eyes away from my father..." Selosta moved closer to him, gritting her teeth.

A muffled thunder exploded from the ugly guy's chest, making him unable to respond.

"He is the greatest king of the jungle, how can someone like you covet him?" Selosta whispered viciously in his ear, "Have you seen yourself? Do you know your identity? I advise Don't transfer your dirty thoughts to my father, don't even think about it!"

The ugly guy finally found his voice, he eagerly denied, "I didn't..."

"You didn't?" Selosta sneered, as if soaked in icy water in winter, freezing his blood, "Do you know what you look like when you look at my father? Like a dog who has seen meat... "

Word by word, clearly burnt into the ugly guy's heart, burning his flesh and blood, the shady thoughts in his heart were torn apart nakedly, making him difficult to breathe, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't refute, just desperate And numbly looking at Selosta's haughty face that is exclusively blessed by the gods.

"It's God's gift that you can live and eat food. It's the kindness of your father. In my opinion, a creature like you should decay and rot together with the orcs, and stay in a dark place forever!" Theros Ta saw the ugly guy's pain, and he couldn't wait to sprinkle salt on his wound, "Don't you understand that no elf is willing to see your face? Don't you think that my father is kind to you because he likes you?" ? He can face you without spitting it out, which is entirely due to the cultivation of a king for thousands of years!"

"No!!!!" The ugly guy pushed Selosta away fiercely, the resentment and pain in his chest were entangled and tore at each other, the pain made him lose his mind, and the pain made him scream endlessly, "No!!!!!!"

"Help...help..." The little maid threw away the torch and ran along the road, "The monster is going to hurt the prince!!!! Help!!!!"

Selosta looked coldly at the ugly guy beating the wall, howling and whining, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an indifferent arc, "Now, even if I kill you, no one will blame me... Do you know why?"

He leaned close to the ugly guy's ear, "Because you got out of control first and hurt me..."

"Tear..." Selosta's clothes were torn, and the thin blade cut across the delicate skin, leaving a clear bloodstain, and the smile on his mouth was so cold and vicious, "Don't worry, of course I won't kill you now ..." He raised his hand, and the soldier-sized dagger landed at the ugly guy's feet, "This kind of important matter, naturally, must be decided by the king. If you like him so much, let him announce your death... "

The ugly guy's cry came to an abrupt end, and he quietly lay down on the wall, letting the sharp blade goug out his flesh and blood bit by bit, the invisible wound was dripping with blood, and his painful scalp was numb, "Why... "

"Why?" Selosta smiled, "How could I let such a person stay with my father?"

"If I were an ordinary elf...if I didn't grow up like this...would you allow me to stay by the king's side?" The ugly guy's tone was indifferent, as if he had reached the tranquility before dying.

"..." Selosta didn't answer, would he?Would he take the risk and allow an elf who coveted his father to be by his side?

"You won't..." The ugly guy continued calmly, "No matter who that person is, whether he is beautiful or ugly, male or female, as long as he has unreasonable thoughts about the king, you will get rid of him..."

"What do you want to explain?" Selosta said coldly.

"If I am guilty, then you are no nobler than me, Your Royal Highness." He said word by word.

Selostra drew his sword and pointed it at the ugly man's throat.

The ugly guy turned around nimbly, avoiding the edge of the sword, and held the blade firmly with his huge left hand, "You can't kill me...not now."

Selosta was shocked, and tried to draw the blade of the sword, but the sword remained motionless like in the hands of an ugly guy, his face flushed a little bit, "You will die sooner or later..."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your guidance..." The ugly guy suddenly approached Selosta, his distorted face was only one nose away from him, "But I believe... I won't!"