"It seems that the king really likes you." Ireland was a little envious. The elves all had good hair quality, but Ivy's hair was like sunshine, which made the elves love it.
A long and quiet breathing sound came from above his head, and the noise that was still making noises suddenly stopped. Although Lin Su couldn't see the top of his head, he knew that the one above him should be asleep.
"Where should a newborn elf live?" Lin Su didn't see any place for the little guy to rest here, except for the throne that looked elegant but not comfortable enough.
"Here." The Irish high priest brought over a pot of flowers with lush branches. The flower on the top was in full bloom, a circle bigger than an adult's palm. But no matter how lushly it bloomed, it was still a pot of flowers.
"What if it falls down?" Lin Su asked with a frown.
The Irish high priest laughed and said, "No, fairies have wings. If they fall, they will fly back up by themselves. You also lived in flowers when you were a child."
Lin Su: "...No house?"
"This is the house." The Irish high priest pointed to the surrounding tables, chairs, benches and the entire tree house.
"What about the clothes he is wearing?" Lin Su asked again.
When the little guy was born, he was wearing clothes that looked like the veins of leaves. It was not transparent and the green color looked very cute, but Lin Su noticed that a corner of his clothes had been torn, which meant that they were not strong.
"Elves don't need clothes, they can be made with flower petals." The Irish priest laughed.
The other elves also have cloth, but it’s not so much clothes as it is cloth wrapped around their bodies. Fortunately, they are very good-looking, so the cloth wrapped around them looks quite beautiful.
The only clothes that resembled those worn by ordinary humans were the robes worn by the Irish high priests. Therefore, Lin Su suspected that it was not that they did not want to dress the elves, but that they did not know how to do it.
No one can expect a race that drinks nectar, lives in tree houses, and is at ease every day without any worries in the forest of elves to learn to make as many handicrafts and clothes as humans.
"Can't it be made of cloth?" Lin Su asked.
The Irish High Priest hesitated: "The elves are too small, the cloth will trip them."
Very good, I really can’t do it.
Lin Su tried to take the little guy who was sleeping soundly on his head, but it was difficult to take such a soft and slender thing off without being able to see. As soon as Lin Su touched the belly, the Elf King, who was sleeping soundly, let out a drowsy cry and hugged his hair even tighter.
"Do you want to take it down? Actually, you can sleep on your head." said the Irish priest.
If he rashly woke the little guy up, he might end up with a crying Elf King. Lin Su tried to get it but couldn't, so he gave up: "Ireland, I might need to go out for a while."
"Aren't you going to accompany the king?" Ireland looked at the Elf King above Lin Su's head and felt a little nervous.
If the king cries, he, an elf, may not be able to handle it.
"I need to get some things to make him live more comfortably. The king of the elves should be taken care of more carefully." Lin Su said.
"Oh, Ivy, you are such a thoughtful and gentle elf." Ireland said gently, "Be sure to pay attention to safety when you go out, especially around dark beasts and humans."
"Okay, thank you for your reminder." Lin Su said with a smile.
He sat aside waiting for the elf above his head to wake up, but perhaps the newly born elf king was too tired. After waiting for a while, Lin Su felt his head turn over. When his hair was released, a tiny elf rolled down from his head.
When Lin Su reached out to catch him, he turned over in Lin Su's hand, revealing his white and tender belly. Lin Su lowered his eyes to look at it, and couldn't help but reached out to poke it. The little hand that was originally clenched into a fist and placed on the side of his face subconsciously touched his belly, without opening his eyes, and put his little hand back to continue sleeping.
The Irish priest was almost frightened by what he saw. However, after seeing Lin Su's actions after catching it, he moved over and looked at the tiny Elf King seriously. He swallowed and said, "Can I touch his belly?"
The king’s belly is so cute, as white as the whitest flower in the forest of elves, with the pink petals, rising and falling... He has also seen many elves, why are there no ones as cute as the king?
In the original world line, the High Priest of Ireland was equivalent to the father of the Elf King. Although he looked as young and handsome as ever, he had lived for a long time. When the Elf King Lance wanted to return to the Tree of Life, he was the first to return to the Tree of Life.
The little guy cannot live without the Elf Forest and these elves. He should grow up happily in love and praise.
"Be gentle." Lin Su said.
At that moment, Ireland actually felt like touching something that belonged to Ivy. No, no, no, the king belongs to all the elves.
He stretched out his white fingers and touched the petal-like belly with his pink fingertips.
When Lin Su poked the little guy, he just touched it subconsciously, but when Ireland touched it, the sleeping elf suddenly sat up with a start, blinking and staring blankly at the finger in front of him. When Ireland couldn't stretch or shrink it, his eyes suddenly came back to his senses, and then tears began to fall.
The little face was covered with blushes, and the little hands were clenched into smaller fists to wipe the eyes.
"King, please don't cry." Ireland's gentle eyes were full of anxiety. "I'm sorry."
He shouldn't have disturbed the king's sleep just because he felt he was too cute.
"Ah, ah..." The little Elf King obviously had not slept enough. He rubbed his eyes and cried, and he didn't forget to yawn.
"What should we do now?" Ireland felt guilty and didn't know what to do.
Lin Su took the handkerchief, lifted up the little face and wiped the tears from his face. It turned out that whether it was a human child or a newborn elf, they would cry because they did not get enough sleep.
The little Elf King was still sobbing when his face was tilted back by the handkerchief, but the next moment, as the hand he was sitting on gently shook him, he seemed to feel a little comfortable. He pinched the edge of the handkerchief, and when Lin Su pressed him down, he yawned and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The Irish priest was so surprised by this that he didn't dare touch the tiny Elf King this time. He even spoke in a very low voice: "Ivy, you really have a way. Is this how you coax human children to sleep?"
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