The Black Coast is always such a quiet place.

It's like the only quiet corner of the hustle and bustle of the world, the only commercial port open to the outside world for the Night Elves, and under this eternal night, the Night Elves live peacefully here, tens of thousands of years ago, and still are.

The elves always like to lean against the windows by the sea, play the stories of the past with the lyre, sing songs, and savor the beauty of time in their memories.

For the immortal race, memories, that's the real story.

"Ricod, dear, it's time to get up, the kids are waiting for you to tell the story. ”

A gentle, elf with long white hair and pointed ears shook my arm vigorously, shaking me from my sleep, and I opened my eyes and glanced at her.

Well, this is Daisy, my sister, a little child who never grew up, and even though she was 350 years old, she was still a child.

I sat up from bed with some difficulty, coughing twice, the result of my adventures in the Plaguelands was that I could no longer pick up arms, weakness took root in my body, my fingers were still nimble, but I could no longer use my dagger to stab the target in front of me with precision.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Fording had found the best priest of the Silver Hand, I might have returned to the embrace of the moon god, and as for being able to return to my hometown and see Daisy's face again, this is already the happiest thing.

But I also got what I wanted.

Wealth, a good life, and family affection that I have always neglected.

I thought I was helping the old Verding family to be reunited, but sitting on the boat back to Auberdeen, I looked at the ocean and my mind was full of Daisy's already somewhat blurry face, and it was only then that I realized that he had taught me a lot too much.

I can't imagine if the story of Old Fording and Tyran had happened to me and Daisy.

I should cherish my affection rather than let time destroy it and bury it, so after returning to Auberdeen, I took Daisy from the seminary in Darnassus and moved into my big new house.

To hell with faith, I want my loved ones to be by my side.

The great Elune doesn't care about the mind of an elf, I'm sure of that.

Those Crusader Orbs brought me unimaginable riches, so I used them to open a tavern, which is rare on the Black Coast, and the elves loved the good wine from all over the world, so my business was good.

I call my tavern "Love and Family", a not-so-nice name.

But I love it!

I hung a picture of the Fording family on the wall of the tavern, and there were a lot of human captains who recognized Old Fording and wanted to collect the painting, but to hell with their gold.

That's my baby, I'm not going to sell it, that's my memory.

As for Ethanlyon's relic, the expensive magic staff, I placed it in front of the bar, and everyone who saw it would ask me its name.

I call it "the deathbed repentance of the wicked," and it always gets a lot of applause, especially for those who have heard the story of Old Fording and Tyran.

I knew I had the talent to be a poet.

A group of Night Elf children were always pestering me to tell me stories outside, and Daisy was one of them, so I picked up my lyre a little helplessly, plucked the strings lightly, and then said to the children,

"Let's talk about the blue dragon of Winter Spring Valley today, okay?"

"Don't!"

"I've heard it all!"

"Ricod, we're going to hear the story of Marshal Stormwind!"

"No, no, no, I want to hear the story of Lao Chen drinking with you!"

"I'm going to listen to the wormmen of Silisus!"

I scratched my head helplessly, and looked at Daisy with anticipation on her face,

"Okay, so I'll tell you the story of how I found those jewels in Stratholme, okay?"

So another beautiful evening, another beautiful ballad.

Then came another unforgettable story and memory.

The song drifted in the sea breeze of the misty sea, heading into the distance, and I hope it will reach the ears of those who love stories.

I'm Ricod, a former Night Elf assassin, a rich man, a tavernkeeper, a sister's brother, and an old elf who loves to tell stories.

This is my story, did you like it?