The cheeks were flushed by the blazing fire, and the sound of the heavy tinkling was continuous, as if there was no peace.

And with the hammer struck, a sword that should have belonged to the sword embryo was gradually taking shape.

The sunlight outside the window shrouded the caster's scattered black hair like a waterfall, and at the same time, it seemed to faintly reflect a hazy power that confused the eyes, making the little head of the sparrow that fell in the window not far away hang and sway, as if it would fall asleep at any time.

After some unknown time, the sound of a sudden fire woke it up, and then it hurriedly flipped away with its wings, and in terms of speed, it seemed to be very frightened.

The transpiring water vapor slowly dissipated, and the smell of water and iron blending lingered around, making the dark silver longsword formed in front of him look extremely textured.

Charles wrapped the hilt of his sword, which had not yet been fitted with a handle, wrapped it in brown fur cloth, and held it up for a moment before he clenched it and swung it towards the other one standing beside him.

Zheng ——!

A crisp metallic sound rang out, and the iron sword that looked supposed to be unusually strong was shattered with a single blow!

"It's a great way to do it." Putting away his sword, Charles muttered in a low voice.

But he didn't show a look of too much excitement, but recruited a blacksmith who was usually close to him, and taught the other party exactly the secret text that represented sharpness in his memory, and then began to tell some tips and precautions for the new method.

Stemming from his previous failed teachings, the elven blacksmith was quick to accept this kind of knowledge that involved the mind.

So when Charles finished speaking a second time, he began to put it into practice.

The crisp sound of percussion resounded from here and there.

Not far away, the vast river is surging with water, and the hazy Torgaran is hidden in the depths of the mist in the river, and the construction of the city is in full swing as far as you can see.

But among the houses on the edge of the river, there is much greater than the city that was built!

At the end of dusk and the sunset radiating in all directions, after several failed forgings, a long sword that looked no different from a normal iron sword, but was unusually sharp under the experiment, was finally born!

The sword was slightly different from the effect forged by the Charr before, but it also did not hide that it had an unusual blade!

"Your Majesty, this ...... I did it? Surprise mixed with a blank expression made the delicate blacksmith a little at a loss, but when he saw Charles's joyful smile, his original nervous mood settled down directly.

That's right, he succeeded!

Successfully forged a weapon that should not have been forged!

Knowing this, the blacksmith couldn't help but be excited.

"Go back and get some rest, but remember to keep it a secret." Looking at the sky outside, Charles advised.

"But why is that?" The elven blacksmith was a little puzzled by this.

He had just let his mind concentrate on imagining the secret text taught by Charles, and concentrating on the forging in his hand, and didn't do anything else.

Although the elves are proficient in the art of blacksmithing, they obviously do not know much about methods such as condensing the will of the mind, and Charles does not explain much.

Watching the other person's departing back, he looked at the marks on the wall again, and couldn't help but shake his head.

The secret text that seemed to be gradually evolving on it was not what Ori was deducing, but tracing the original appearance of this sharp secret text.

That's right, initially.

Although he was able to use the die forging he first researched, the secret text outlined with the mold was not standard at all.

The portrayal of the secret text is a very rigorous and delicate process, and Charles himself can use this method because he has the most standard secret text in his mind, but the other elves do not, and even the forging of the mold secret text cannot be successful.

The reason is actually very simple, just the gap between the standard and the non-standard, but the preconceived idea, Charles has obviously missed this point.

To think that the problem is somewhere else, but to be as dark as the lights will be to ignore the past at all.

Until now.

Olli didn't leave any words of interest, but his two clues had already corrected his mistakes.

Charles didn't know why he didn't want to say it, but that didn't affect his gratitude to Vera.

No one knows better than him what this breakthrough in the secret text represents!

Bowing to the west, he began to write the most delicate and standard secret texts in his mind with the strictest strokes on parchment and quill.

Strong, tough, heavy, light......

The secret texts that he found in the past that could play a role in metal forging were basically written by him all night.

Although these secret texts are already a little "backward" after he created the jewelry enchantment, they are tantamount to a shock knowledge for the existing casting methods in Middle-earth, and even for the entire elven civilization!

However, due to the experience of pharmacy, Charles did not really make it public this time, but secretly taught this knowledge to a limited number of trustworthy and loyal blacksmiths who had been tested by his spiritual talent.

The blacksmiths were aware of the secret smithing methods he controlled, but had not been able to get started before.

Now that they have been taught, they are very excited, so the hidden and enthusiastic forging action has begun.

However, before that, Charles had set some rules for them to follow, such as not revealing their current work.

And Charles demanded that the blacksmiths swear by the stars that they would not pass on the new esoteric literature to anyone unless they had his permission.

He trusted the blacksmiths, but he had to be safer.

Elves pay attention to oaths, and even blurt out oaths that are faintly linked to their own destiny, and they are easily not made, but as long as they swear, they are rarely violated.

So with their continuous practice, Charles named him a "manual" for forging secret literature, which was basically perfected.

However, the process did not last long, and when the elven blacksmiths were able to forge the finished product on their own and the technology was on the right track, Charles let them start preparing the munitions on their own, and he prepared to go on a long journey.

Because of the escapees from Angban, Charles did not travel to Gondorin on his return, which means that he had not yet told Arettir about the fall of Éor.

No one else knew about it except for him and Lucien, who didn't know how, so Arettir probably had some expectations for it.

Although Charles feels that he does not know the best, it turns out that procrastination does not solve the problem completely, and it is still necessary to face it.

"Let's hope she'll accept it," he thought.

Instead of writing a letter, he decided to go in person because he felt that Arettir might need his only son by his side to hear such sad news.

At the same time, he actually misses everything about Gondolin a little.

So, on a fairly fine morning, after all the trivial matters had been explained, Charles rode away.

The route was different from the last time, and this time he had to go to Nagoth Lund to find Finrod because he didn't know the road.

This time, however, he could actually travel directly north from the Seven Rivers, and then pass through the territory of the Fëanor clan to borrow the edge of Ludorias and the Uncanny Valley, and finally reach the entrance to Gondorin.

This makes the journey relatively short.

Charles didn't think he would have any accidents along the way.

Although he would pass through the vengeful territory of Celegon, they were not a threat to the Charr - after all, he had already broken through to Angban.

However, when he arrived in the cold plains called Himlad, something unexpected happened.

A group of heavily armed elven armies were stationed at the western edge of the place, and there were quite a few of them, and there was a clear aura of murder in the air!