Chapter 208 Turgon
Hiss——ha——
Sitting on the bench in the garden, Levi took a deep breath and looked up at the open sky, feeling extremely relaxed.
The royal family of Gondor also knows how to enjoy themselves.
Roses, peonies, tulips, lavender...all kinds of flowers are planted in flower beds or along the paths.
Only at this moment did Levi understand the value of the word 'a thousand purples and reds'. In the past, he always felt that the combination of red, purple and dark colors was a bit earthy, like some kind of large flower coat.
However, now that he saw various red and purple flowers spreading out one by one, he realized: the ancients did not deceive me.
These brightly colored large and small flowers connected in a large area are really eye-catching.
The image of the big flowered jacket also became more elegant at this moment. That is not called soil, that is art.
Levi looked around to make sure there was no one around. He quickly took out the bone meal and copied every flower he could and took it with him.
If Gondor can sow it, so can Wayside Keep!
After a while, the satisfied Levi walked out of the garden. The garden behind him did not change at all, as if no one had ever been there.
Just when he was about to go shopping elsewhere, suddenly a group of guards with swan feathers on both sides of their helmets came forward in neat steps, lined up in front of Li Wei, and blocked his way.
Rumble…
Levi turned around and saw another team of guards approaching, blocking the road behind him.
My heart skipped a beat.
Is this what happened?
"I confess."
He immediately said: "I secretly brought two flowers from the garden, but I promise that I did not touch the original flowers. What I took away were new flowers that I spawned with bone meal."
"If this is not allowed, I can return the flowers to you, and you don't have to give me the bone meal."
After listening to Li Wei's words, the guards were silent for a while, a little confused.
"If you like the flowers in the garden, we can ask the gardener to prepare some seeds for you. You can take the gardener away directly if you want."
The captain of the guard walked out of the crowd and said:
"But that's not what we came for."
"The Prime Minister invites you."
…
"Why is he commanding our soldiers?"
Located in the palace, on the high throne - next to the prime minister's seat, Turgon frowned and looked quite unhappy.
Although the result is good, in principle, this is an infringement of the royal family's authority.
It would be okay if he was a simple ranger or wizard without any attributes, but he happened to be a lord from the north, and he was also the kind of lord whose legend spread everywhere and whose actual influence was greater than that of the king.
"I want to see if those rumors are true."
Turgon sat quietly on the prime minister's seat, leaned back, closed his eyes and collected himself.
The entrance to the palace.
A group of people slowly climbed up the steps and arrived at the top of Gondor.
At the fountain square in front of the palace, Levi suddenly stopped and looked up at the white tree in the center of the square.
The guards surrounding him also stopped following his movements.
The guard captain's heart tightened and he stared at Levi, unable to guess what this legendary man wanted to do.
No one dared to urge him.
"What a shame."
"What?" The captain of the guard was brought back from his mind by this small talk.
"That tree is dead."
Levi shook his head.
What stands now in the Fountain Square is just a dead tree that has cut off its vitality. It is completely dead.
If he's not dead yet, maybe he can be saved by some means.
"It's okay, let's go."
After traveling a certain distance, the imperial guard stopped outside the door. The captain of the guard and Li Wei walked into the palace together and met with the prime minister under the vacant throne.
Turgon.
Levi looked at the old man in the passenger seat and thought of this name.
Of course, he is not "Turgon", the High King of Gondolin in the First Era. The two just have the same name, or to put it more bluntly, his name is simply taken from the Hidden King.
It's a little bit hot.
In fact, his son also had the same name as the hero of the First Age.
"Ecthelion, hello."
Next to the prime minister, a middle-aged man with thick black hair bowed slightly to Li Wei.
Ecthelion... This is the name of the lord of the Fountains of Gondolin in the First Age. He is the legendary elf who killed three Balrogs and many Orc generals, and killed them to death. He was also Elrond. One of the war cries taught to Aragorn to intimidate his enemies.
The names of this family are all modeled after heroes from ancient times.
Levi nodded at him in response.
Unlike his father, Ecthelion looked quite energetic, with his back as straight as a beam when he stood, even though he was actually over sixty years old.
Hearing that his son actually greeted a mere lord first, Turgon couldn't help but open his eyes and glance at him.
Could this bear thing have any sense of being the successor to the Chancellor of Gondor?
Turgon raised his hand to tell his unruly son to step back, and then stared at the visitor with his sharp eyes like an eagle, his face serious and indifferent.
"[Lord] who has come from afar, do you know who you are facing?"
Obviously, the old prime minister planned to give this legendary figure from another country a show of strength.
"Of course I know, the [Prime Minister] of Gondor."
Levi replied rather helplessly.
This old man can't talk things out properly.
The scene was somewhat silent for a while.
Ecthelion was so anxious that his eyelids twitched. He wanted to say something, but Turgon had asked him to leave before. He was not allowed to act without authorization unless there was something else.
He knew that even as a father, the patience of the man on the seat was limited, and he would not allow himself to overstep his authority a second time.
"Since you know, why are you still standing here?"
Turgon said calmly: "I think I should teach you the most basic etiquette - as a lord, you should greet the person in front of you."
Levi sighed softly.
"It's neither morning, nor noon, nor evening. How do you want me to greet you?"
"Have you eaten?"
No, but I'm full.
Turgon patted the chair and shouted: "Do you know that you are provoking the supreme ruler of Gondor?"
"Do you know that you are provoking me?"
Levi stepped forward, and the captain of the guard immediately became alert and quickly made a ready gesture, ready to call the guards in at any time.
At this time, Ecthelion could no longer stand. He hurried over to block the two of them and said to Levi in a low voice:
"My father is old and has a bad temper. Please forgive me. He was not like this when he was young..."
"What are you whispering?"
Turgon stared at Ecthelion and asked.
"Father, I want to say that we should not greet a legend and hero who helped Gondor with such an attitude."
"My son, rumors have blinded your eyes and ears. You don't understand what I really care about."
"If he wants to do something in front of the Supreme Throne of Gondor, let him do it. Can't our guards and tens of thousands of troops in the city stop him?"
"Father..."
Ecthelion glanced at Levi nervously and took two steps to his seat.
"Maybe I can't stop him."
About the Prime Minister of Gondor:
Since the disappearance of the King of Gondor and the extinction of the royal bloodline, Gondor has been governed by the Prime Minister.
Due to the particularity of the country, only those with true royal blood can become kings, and the rest are not recognized. This is why the prime minister can only be the prime minister, no matter how many years or generations they have ruled Gondor, they can only be the prime minister.
"Hold this scepter in the name of the king and rule the kingdom until the king returns."
-The oath of the ruling prime minister of Gondor
Boromir, the eldest son of the 26th ruling prime minister Denethor II, asked his father when he was young:
"When can the prime minister become the king."
Denethor replied:
"In other places where the kingship is not so important, it may take only a few years; but in Gondor, even ten thousand years is not enough."
-"The Lord of the Rings"
