It's an elegant, well-decorated bedroom, with a warm yellow light that doesn't shine brightly.

The frescoes of flowers and birds carved into the walls are beautiful and poetic, and some exquisite brocades hang high in the corners, on which are also woven with various ancient pictures.

Beneath him was a large soft velvet bed, shrouded in a pale blue tent, and a slightly harsh yellow light came from the side of the bed, casting a narrow shadow on the beautifully textured silk carpet on the floor.

Looking sideways, a dark golden lampstand carved into the shape of a flower is releasing its brilliance, and the flowers are "breaking through the ground" from under the floor, and the flower branches are beautiful, and it looks full of growth strength and vitality.

However, its budding golden buds are not normal flowers, but a bird with wings ready to fly.

The warm light bloomed from the inside of the golden openwork bird's wings.

Not only that, but these metal lampstands can also be found in all corners of the bedroom, but they vary in shape and are beautifully illuminated with many precious stones and musical instruments that hang on the walls.

"That's probably the case, although it's unfortunate, but the result is not bad."

Finrod's voice came from the bedside stool.

Compared to Charles, who was still weak-looking, he didn't show any fatigue, even though he was one of the participants in the burst of light that day.

Yes, the attack that day was not in its usual form, but the kind of spell resonance that Charles had envisioned before.

Prima facie, the results of the experiment were still very successful, but it is not known whether it was because the spell was not yet perfect, or if it was a problem with deliberately mobilizing emotions, and Charles was much more consumed this time than before.

Usually, although he didn't have many opportunities to use it, he didn't fall into a long coma after using it, but he just felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Yet he was now able to wake up from a five-day slumber.

"So, there is no way to really eradicate the minions of the great enemy?" He asked questions at the words of the blonde elf.

"Yes."

Finrod replied, "Many of the minions of the great enemy of the north are Maia, who he has been tempted to fall, the fire demons, the demon wolves, and his newborn Ururoch. Morgoth does not have a creative function, so he cannot conceive a special being such as a soul. But he can cast the soul that has fallen into his hands into the form he has carefully cultivated, and the form can be destroyed, but the soul cannot be removed. ”

"Wouldn't it never kill it?"

"Yes, but you don't need to worry too much, although the soul is strange, and the spirit of Maia is even more mysterious, but normally the soul alone cannot have a material impact on our world. Fallen into the darkness, Maia couldn't even resist the scorching heat of the sun. A powerful form is what they rely on to walk the land of Alda, and without this form, most of the fallen Maia will not pose much of a threat in a short time. ”

"Mostly?"

"That's right." Finrod replied, "There are special beings who can transcend this limit, and can pose a great threat even if the physical dissipation is great, but this existence mostly relies on intelligence rather than force. ”

Charles heard this thoughtfully.

……

Long before Noldor returned to Middle-earth, the Western Immortal Lands had studied the soul.

Finrod compares the body, or body, to a house, and the soul is the true body of every being.

This house is made of the material elements of the world of Arda, and normal elves cannot get rid of this house, because the house of the elves is integrated with the world of Arda. If it weren't for the unnatural death, they would even be confined to this house forever, unable to get out.

That's right, imprisonment.

Human houses are crudely made and not rooted in the world, so they will collapse over time, and souls will break free from their shackles and go to the unknown.

But even if the elf's house collapses, it will be reshaped in the West.

In the eyes of humans, near-eternal life is a blessing, but some elven scholars believe that this is a kind of imprisonment for the elven race.

Because of this, humans envy the long life of elves, but many elves are not jealous that humans can get out of the cage of this world (basically those who have lived enough)

Humans, like elven spirits, are summoned upon death to enter the temple of one of the Western Villas, either resurrected or waiting to stay or disappear.

However, this situation did not work for Maia.

In a sense, they are at the same level as Vera, but they are weak.

If the spirits of elves and humans refuse to be summoned, they will become lonely ghosts, wandering forever in the world of Alda, gradually degrading into madness and darkness.

The reason for this is unknown, but some elven scholars have speculated that it may be related to Morgoth's corruption of the world of Alda.

But Maia is not affected by this corrosion, because they are a unique spirit in their own right.

Although the strength of these spirits varies due to the sheer number of them, they are inherently more tenacious than ordinary souls.

So they can use their invisible souls to exist in the world after the house collapses, or they can take the initiative to change the house.

Much of this initiative is constructed by the mixing of Alda's substance with Maia's respective wills.

However, there are also some Maia with dark souls who will try to seize the existing houses in the world.

It's just that this kind of capture is very difficult, and the success targets are basically those who are less intelligent or have confused minds.

For humans and elves, Maia's capture was no threat at all.

For they are children of the same, a species created by His own hands, mixed with secrets that neither Maia nor even Vera knew.

All in all, the appearance of the fire-breathing dragon-bellied dragon in Doriath was somewhat unexpected, but it was not difficult to understand how it came back to life.

It's just that this makes Charles have to feel depressed.

The guy he killed twice, is he still not dead?

Although Finrod claims that every time Maiya regains her form, she consumes her soul power and becomes weaker each time, although he claims that Maia, whose body has mostly collapsed, does not pose much of a threat, because it takes a lot of strength and time to create a powerful form.

But the impression that guy left on Charles was really cunning. The thought of such an enemy lurking in the shadows and swooping out at any moment to bite him made him feel awkward.

In a sense, Charles always has a compulsion to provoke his enemies, and even if there are many that don't pose a threat to him, he can't help but want to clean up these hostile guys.

It's just that at present, he doesn't have the ability to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and even said that he is worried about the enemy, and he is a little weak now even walking on the ground......

Looking at the silent appearance of the young nephew at the head of the bed, Finrod's eyes flickered, and one thing was in his mind, so he coughed dryly and changed the subject.

"By the way, what do you think of Princess Lucian?"

"Lucian?" Charles looked puzzled when he heard this.

"The beautiful woman you saw when you woke up." Finrod reminded.

These words made Charles's mind flash back to the stunning figure, and that was not long ago.

However, when he woke up, the other party had already left after a brief greeting, but he didn't say anything.

His first impression of this was that he was polite and elegant, with a graceful voice and a stunningly beautiful voice.

However, considering the power that quietly exists in her, it is difficult for Charles not to think of his former puppet-like self.

So he said to Finrod, "She is beautiful, but she is only a caged bird." ”

"You're saying she longs for freedom? But as far as I know, King Singh did not forbid her to operate in Doriath. Finrod had a strange tone, and secretly wondered if there was something going on between the nephew and the princess.

Charles shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Fate is a wonderful force, mysterious and hidden, it does not seem to exist, but at some moment and now, it is revealed in someone.

The world has its own destiny, and the Charr has come to his senses.

And a certain joint of that fate will be eighty percent in that beautiful woman who seems to be free, but in fact she can't help herself but is unconscious.

It's just that it's none of his business, although in a sense they are both victims, but Charles doesn't have much righteous indignation about it, but is very jealous of the mysterious power.

So without waiting for Finrod to speak again, he asked, "When are we going to leave here?" ”

"Then you'll have to wait until you're well, and then you'll meet King Xingh." Finrod was puzzled by the fact that the other party seemed to be repulsed by this place, but he didn't think too much about it, but instead said in a strange tone because of this topic, "You have to be ready." ”

"What preparation?" Charles was stunned.

"King Xingh is not very easy to deal with."