The turbulent river is clear and refreshing in the bright sun.

At the end of the line of sight, there were dense black dots walking back and forth on the edge of the huge island, as if something was being built.

Not far from the riverbank, a narrow camp built by the river was filled with green smoke and crowds.

There were elven women in skirts who disposed of medicinal herbs, and there were also heavily armed Nando soldiers patrolling back and forth.

There are also many faces active in the camp, chatting with local elves, or looking around curiously, but most of them are wonderfully integrated into the rhythm of the camp.

Someone who helps with botanical herbs, or who cooks potions, or simply turns around and teaches the local elves......

Black-haired, gray-haired, and even silver-haired......

Noldor and Sinda, these are the foreign elves who have come to visit one after another, and most of them hope to learn the new and fascinating knowledge of potions here.

However, some of these elves took the initiative to mention that they wanted to join the Nando Kingdom not long after they came, which surprised a large number of Nando's high-level officials, including Shire.

There are many reasons for this, including admiration for the prestige of the elven king Garnier, but also because of the potions, and even the ...... who like the environment and lively atmosphere

It can only be said that the elves are a very wonderful race, they are naturally sensual, and they also seem to have an uninhibited romantic feelings, especially the Sindar and Nando tribes, which are divided from the ancient Telleri tribe.

The recent war did not take much of a toll on the Nando, but was made more active by the visit of these elves.

However, due to the need to be wary of the enemy forces fleeing after the battle, Nando's army closed their lines after leaving the dwarven city-state.

Except for a few essential outposts, there were no troops stationed in the rest of the Land of the Seven Rivers, and the soldiers were basically called to Torgaran.

……

"If you want to learn our own knowledge, you have to pay a certain price. I think in the beginning, in order to learn the skills of elves, we dug holes for them for many years. ”

A rough voice interrupted Charles' observation.

Retracting his gaze from the window, Charles looked at the black-braided dwarven king beside him, who was holding a wooden wine glass and drinking it down.

"Although they came to learn how to make potions, they also brought with them a lot of knowledge that Nando is not good at, or does not understand at all."

"Besides, I'd love to see that apothecary would blossom here, rather than become a unique ability of a particular race, which would easily be lost," Charles said. ”

"So that's why you didn't stop humans from showing up here?"

As he spoke, the Dwarven King pointed to a cluster of people in the camp outside the window, his fingers now at head level because of his height.

"Of course." Standing in the treehouse and looking down at a group of humans who looked rough and cautious compared to the elves, Charles smiled.

There are actually many hidden reasons for this, for example, he doesn't care about these low-level potion formulas at all, for example, this can bring many invisible benefits and benefits to the Nando clan, etc., but there is no need to mention these more.

……

The newly built treehouse stands at the edge of the forest not far from the riverbank, and there are many guards below it, both those of the Shir and the dwarven king Azaghar.

So in fact, Azaghar's visit was not a private meeting, but a serious matter.

"After our deliberations, we decided to abandon the ruins of Belegost on the Dwarven Road and build a new city-state in the mountains east of Torgaran, in fact, I had already found a location before I came, it was much safer than Beregost, even compared to Nogrod."

Azaghar's slightly gruff voice was full of anticipation in the first half of the sentence, and a little resentful in the second half.

Interestingly, despite the fact that they had been suffering together not long ago, the two dwarven tribes fell out after the war.

The new dwarven king, Gontilim, reckoned with the death of the old Norgrod king and believed that the death of the old Norgost dwarves had a lot to do with the negligence of the Beregost dwarves.

The red-braided dwarf king's personality was already a bit extreme, and Beregost's broad-beam dwarf was weak after the battle, and even the base camp was lost, so his attitude was inevitably a little burning.

As a result, the enraged Kuanliang dwarves chose to break with Norgrod and instead rebuild the city-state in the ruins of the base camp, instead running to the eastern mountains of Torgaran, hoping to be neighbors with the Nando.

Charles certainly welcomed this, but he didn't take Azaghar's side of the story, in fact he still had a certain affection for the dwarves of Nogrod, who had no idea about their own people despite their impulsive and irritable personalities.

After the war, not only did they send a large number of weapons and armaments to the Nando tribe, but they also sent a group of dwarves to help the Nando tribe build a royal city, and as far as the charr was concerned, these were already the biggest gifts they could get.

Relatively speaking, the dwarves of the Kuanliang tribe of Beregost did not move, and despite their current miserable appearance, they did not even have a home. Charles wasn't so careful.

Because in his opinion, the Kuanliang tribe, who were desperate for manpower to rebuild their homeland, had not transferred away from the dwarven clan who had helped build it in Nando, which was already their greatest sincerity.

Even when Charles mentioned asking the dwarves to return to the group, they were rejected by the black-braided dwarven king in front of him.

All in all, the two dwarves had a good relationship with the Nandor despite their mutual differences, and the Charr would not have leaned towards either side because of Azaghar's words.

……

After a long discussion with them, mainly about deepening communication between the two clans, the dwarven king Azaghar prepared to take his leave and leave.

But before that, he suddenly shrugged his nose, and then paused.

"What is this?"

The black-braid dwarf king pointed with a little curiosity to the short-handled object on the wooden window sill at the doorway.

He didn't care about anything else because he was worried about things when he came, and now that he had finished communicating with Charles, he suddenly smelled something that seemed to be interesting.

"It's called a pipe." Charles replied.

Seeing that he was very interested, Charles personally demonstrated to him the specific use of pipes and the benefits of Garanas, that is, pipe grass-

In fact, it is not very useful, except for refreshing the mind and a little sweet, it can get rid of bad breath to a certain extent, and there is no other useful function, but because of the past impression, Charles is not sure whether this thing will be harmful to the body.

However, seeing the dwarf king smashing his mouth, he started to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog a little clumsily, but he didn't stop it.

"Dwarves don't get sick anyway." Muttering secretly, Charles generously gave the magic pipe with a bag of pipe grass to the slightly interested black-braided dwarf king, and then got up to see the other party off.

He was about to return to his new cabin for a nap when an elven squire came running to inform him that a Noldor elf named Finrod wanted to visit him.

At first hearing this, Charles did not care, because during this time there were always elves who came to visit him, or admired his name, and wanted to follow him, or came to study eagerly.

There's even a bard named Dyron who comes running up to him and wants to create a ballad about the Battle of Beregost.

God knows what this guy thinks and makes such an offer.

Charles politely turned down the somewhat sissy guy anyway, because he was feeling agitated.

After all, how can anyone in the world write their own poems and praise themselves?

So, for this kind of thing, in addition to feeling a little new at first, Charles is already a little annoyed now.

He was about to tell the attendant to find an excuse to refuse, but the next moment he suddenly reacted.

Finrod?

It seems that this is the name of the king of Naguo Slund on the great west side......