The lively feast lasted until midnight.

It was nothing too surprising to happen, but during the feast, a few Noldor elves came to give a lot of gifts, which made Charles quite puzzled.

What they gave was not a special gift, just some exquisite trinkets and various strange stones that the Noldor elves loved, and Charles told the captain of the guard to take them and then pay no more attention to them.

However, before he could rest, he was invited to a private meeting by the dwarven king Azaghar, who had black pigtails.

Charles was a little strange about this, because everything that should be said had already been said, and what could he say now?

However, he didn't refuse, and he didn't think that the other party would do anything unfavorable, and after being invited, he gladly went to the dwarf king's hall to meet.

When he arrived in the hall and heard the first words of King Azaghar, who was wearing braids, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"King Nando was separated from his parents since he was a child?"

"Yes." Charles replied. I don't understand why the other party is asking this.

"And do you remember who your real parents were?" Standing on the carpet under the throne, the Dwarven King looked up at Charles in front of him with a serious face.

Charles remembered, of course, but he claimed that he had never been impressed by it, so he shook his head.

So the other party said something that surprised him.

"If my guess is correct, your father's name is Eor. Her mother is Princess Arityl of the Noldor tribe. ”

The words were full of affirmation.

Looking at the "short man" in front of him, although Charles knew that he was right, he still couldn't hide the doubts in his heart.

If you investigate him for a long time, then it is actually easy to guess his true origin, after all, there are very few babies left behind in the entire elf race, and the tragedy that occurred in the elf race more than thirty years ago is more famous.

It's just a few, but it doesn't mean that there is no at all, and the person in front of me can answer so firmly when they meet for the first time...... Did he know something he didn't know?

"There is no doubt about it, actually, I have met your father."

Azaghar grinned at Charr's suspicious gaze, "You and him have many similarities in appearance, and he once mentioned to me that your eyes are black, a trait that is very rare in any elven race. ”

This is true, black-haired elves are common, and even Noldor is generally black-haired, but black-haired and black-eyed ones are rare.

It's just that this makes Charles even more puzzled - does his cheap father with a withdrawn personality still have a relationship with this dwarven king who lives in the mountains?

The other party was also a little puzzled at this time. Because Charles was relatively calm, he didn't have the excitement and doubts he should have when he learned the identity of his biological father, did he already know?

The dwarven king's mind flashed through the thought, but then he dismissed it.

Elves who are less than a year old can walk and talk, but their memory is unlikely to be as complete as that of adult elves.

In the end, he could only classify Charles's calmness as character, so he subconsciously glanced at Charles.

"I have to say, the Nando tribe is really lucky to have you as a king."

As he spoke, without waiting for Charles to be modest, he walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and exclaimed, "Your father E'ol has experienced a lot of pain, and his personality is inevitably very strange, but after he came to visit us a hundred years ago, I got along very well with him, and even became good friends in the end. ”

"His talent for blacksmithing is very strong, even stronger than most dwarves, and at the same time, he can also tolerate boredom, focusing on blacksmithing, and is the best elven blacksmith I have ever seen."

Charles looked at each other quietly, not interrupting, but he already knew it in his heart.

It was true that Eore was fond of blacksmithing, and Charles remembered the time they spent two-thirds of the day at the blacksmith's furnace.

People who want to be so keen on this, knowing that it is impossible for a dwarf race, which is good at striking iron, not to come to "learn from the scriptures", so it is reasonable to come and go and be familiar with this dwarf king.

"So, he's still living in that forest?" The thought crossed Charles' mind.

At that time, there was only a faint feedback from his "magic", which made Charles vaguely know that his cheap father was out of trouble, but the exact situation was still unclear.

Now that he heard his news, Charles was quite comforted.

It's just that the next words of the dwarf king made his good mood disappear.

"I really enjoyed working with him on the art of blacksmithing, and he always came up with something new and unexpected in this regard, which you may not know, and he even created a black mild steel that was as soft as fur but as hard as steel...... Unfortunately, since his disappearance, no one has been able to forge that metal. ”

The Dwarven King sighed, then pulled out a parchment scroll hidden in his sleeve and handed it to Charles.

"I'm sure you're the heir of Eor, so this Garvaughn forging method should be kept by you. It was given to me by his own hand when I last met Éor, but unfortunately I have not been able to study it thoroughly......"

At the end, he shook his head, clearly regretful.

Charles subconsciously took the scroll, but did not open it, but frowned and asked, "Missing?" ”

"Yes, missing."

The Dwarven King nodded, "He's been traveling all these years around Beleriander in the hope of finding you. The last time I saw him was ten years ago, and when he handed me the scroll and said goodbye, maybe he went to the north, maybe it was the west, who knows. ”

As he spoke, the dwarven king with black braids finally raised his hand and patted Charles's arm, looking like a neighbor uncle with whom he had a good relationship, rather than being polite between kings.

"I think you should take the time to ask your mother, Arettir, for if she knows exactly where Eor has gone. I hope he doesn't have any accidents, and I miss the time I spent forging swords and drinking with him. “

"By the way, your mother may have returned to her family territory, the mysterious and hidden realm that circulates among your elven race, and it will not be easy for you to find her, alas, poor child."

"Aside from being king, if you are in trouble, you can come to me, even if it is not for our friendship between the two races, for the sake of your father, I will help you."

Silently listening to the last of the Charles' thanks, and listening to the advice of many dwarven kings, he finally took the sheepskin scroll and walked in the direction of the dwarves arranged for him.

He still looked steady, still on his feet.

It's just that the originally stretched brows have been wrinkled.

At that time, he chose to leave, on the one hand, because he was lost and couldn't find anyone, and on the other hand, he didn't want the two parties to fall deeper into this, so he decided to break it.

However, if it caused more tragedy, it was clearly not what he wanted to see.

"Missing ......"

Walking down the corridor under the guidance of the dwarven attendant, his palm pinching a soft, rough parchment scroll, Charles chewed on the word repeatedly, his calm mood becoming a little upset.