But precisely because there are so few of them, the elves become curious every time they appear.
The elves around him were praising and discussing their experience in weaving. Patrick looked at him and said, "I'm not sure yet, but Egg, please don't tell anyone about this. Many elves have a crush on Lord Ivy, and if you tell anyone, it will make everyone embarrassed."
"Okay, of course I won't tell anyone casually." Egger looked at Lin Su's profile and said, "Priest Ivy is very gentle."
He is very gentle, but seems to be different from all the elves here. Perhaps it is just like what the humans passing by said, erudition can improve a person's temperament and connotation. Lord Ivy, who does not feel embarrassed about anything, is really Egg's favorite elf besides the king.
"Egg, don't look at him. You'll be attracted to him." Patrick turned his head and said, "I don't want another competitor."
"It's really rare to see you like this." Egg smiled. "Don't worry, I won't fight with you for it. But it seems that Priest Ivy treats all elves the same. Do you have confidence?"
"Honestly, not really." Patrick lowered his head, feeling somewhat dejected. "It's because he treats all elves the same... Oh, except for the king. He's very gentle to the king."
"Oh, my dear Patrick, the king is so young and different from you. He will not be a competitor for your love." Egg smiled gently.
"Of course I don't mean that. In fact, besides liking him, I'm also a little afraid of him." Patrick looked at Lin Sudao with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"What are you afraid of?" Egger didn't understand.
"I can't really explain it, but I don't dare to act rashly," Patrick sighed. "Maybe I feel that the High Priest is someone who cannot be easily offended."
Lin Su took in the joy of the elves. As a teacher, it was a pleasure to be able to teach such smart and hardworking students.
"You can make more, but you must pay attention to safety..." Lin Su reminded. Suddenly, there was a gentle breeze and the Elf King landed on his shoulder.
This time he held a formed cocoon in his hand: "Lin, what is this?"
"This is a silk cocoon, used to make beautiful silk." Lin Su replied with his head tilted.
"Oh! I want to do it too!" The Elf King made a sound eager to learn.
The cocoon he was holding was already one-third of his body length. If he really went to reel silk, he might fall into the pot and no one would notice.
"Okay, I'll teach you when we get home." Lin Su touched his head and found it was slightly damp. He took out a handkerchief he carried with him and wiped his face. "Are you tired from playing? Do you want to go home?"
"I'm tired of playing." The Elf King sat down from standing and answered obediently, "I want to go home."
"Go say goodbye to your friends, and then we'll go back." Lin Su said softly.
"I'm so tired, I can't fly anymore..." The Elf King lay down again from standing, completely different from the way he flew into the sky during the day.
"Then I'll take you there." Lin Su turned around and saw the two elves standing beside some silk that had just been spun, looking at them.
"Yeah, yeah." Jonas pointed at the silk with one hand and the Elf King's position with the other.
"Yes, it's very similar to the clothes the king is wearing." An elf explained to them.
When Lin Su walked over, he squatted down. The Elf King, who had been lying down, sat up and waved: "Jonas, Mashi, I'm going back with Lin. Let's play together tomorrow."
"Ah!" The two elves imitated him and waved their hands, attracting the attention of all the elves.
"The king is so cute..."
"Jonas and Marcy are learning well from Wang..."
"If there were more elves in the forest, it would definitely be more lively."
"I'll go back first." Lin Su said goodbye to the elves.
"Master Ivy, please take care."
"Lord Ivy has worked hard today. Be sure to have a good rest when you go back." The elves reminded.
"Okay, thank you everyone." Lin Su turned and left.
He left with the Elf King saying he was too tired to fly, but just as he got home, the little guy who had just slumped on his shoulder flapped his wings and flew up, holding up his cocoon and said, "Lin, I want to learn!"
"I'm so tired today." Lin Su sat on a chair beside him and smiled at the Elf King who was sitting on the armrest holding a cocoon.
"Tired?" The Elf King put the cocoon back and looked up at the little face. "Then how can Lin not be tired?"
"I think I need an elf to pat my shoulder." Lin Su said.
"Oh!" The Elf King understood, put down the cocoon, and flew to his shoulder, pounding it with his little hands. He asked very considerately, "Are you still tired?"
"Still tired." Lin Su said. Although the action felt like his shoulders were being pressed again and again, seeing his little elf king working so hard, the fatigue that did not exist in the first place became even more illusory.
The Elf King continued to pound, and after a while he switched sides. He was serious about it, but he just couldn't keep going for long enough. After a while, he shook his hands and asked, "Are you still tired?"
"There's still a little bit." Lin Su said.
"A little bit?" The Elf King had a hard time distinguishing this quantifier, but he slid down from Lin Su's shoulder, sat on his hand, raised his little hand with his face tilted up, and said, "My hand is sore."
Lin Su lifted his hands with his fingers and easily covered them all: "Rub them."
Asking this little guy to massage not only does not require any weight, but you also have to press him back.
Finally, the little guy's hands stopped feeling sore, and he continued to look up and asked, "Lin, are you still tired?"
"Not tired anymore." Lin Su said with a smile.
"Oh!" The Elf King flew up, continued to hold his cocoon and looked at him with anticipation.
Lin Su reached out and took the cocoon. Of course, a single cocoon could also be spun into silk. He took a cup of water, which became boiling water with just the touch of his fingers, without the need for flames. The cocoon was thrown in. As the water began to boil, Lin Su pulled out the silk ends and placed some of them in the hands of the expectant little kid. "Pull harder and slowly."
"Oh!" The Elf King was holding the thin thread and was just starting to retreat. When he found that the thread had become longer, a look of surprise appeared on his face. "Lin, look!"
"Well, that's great, keep going." Lin Su praised.
After receiving the praise, the Elf King became more motivated, but he retreated too quickly and his mind was only thinking about Lin Su's second praise. He fell off the table without paying attention.
"Ah!!!" The Elf King let out a cry. When Lin Su subconsciously pressed the cocoon and bent down to take a look, he found that he was hanging in the air by the silk thread and dangling twice.
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