How do you get the converted power into the diamond?

This is a difficult question that Charles has been thinking about for a long time.

He tried not to engrave the surface, but to get the power of will into the raw material, and then experiment with whether it could be made in another form, from the inside out, and so on.

However, despite the fact that it looks thorough, the gemstone is generally hard. If he can really do it, then killing people invisibly will be a piece of cake for him.

In short, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't let his will get into the gem.

I thought this road was impassable, but I looked at my hair......

Although the hair is soft and not hard, it is obviously not easy to be able to attach special forces to it without destroying it.

So, can you get some inspiration from this?

At dinner, he was still pondering the question.

……

Unlike his time in Naguoth Lund and Doriath, Gondolin lived in harmony.

There are no necessary courtesies, and there is no need to deal with some visitors all day.

Since coming here, except for the first banquet, the charr has lived at his own pace.

Learn about jewelry, accompany Arettir, have a few words with Uncle Cheap at dinner, and then return to rest.

Repeat the next day.

There was no official business to disturb him, and the private "family" side was basically harmonious.

Although it is the royal family of Gangdorin, in fact, there are only three elves that they face on a daily basis, Turgon, Izar, and Arityr.

Including himself, there are only four royal families here.

As the leader of the place, Turgun spent most of his time in his magnificent palace, and the place where Arettir and Izar lived was not inside the palace, but in a flat courtyard to its left, next to a white spire.

Basically, the only time they get together each day is dinner, and the rest of the time is either busy in Turgong or the Charles is nowhere to be seen.

But when you get together, it's not always harmonious......

As a long-lived race, elven elders rarely have unstable moments, but it may be that the government affairs are not going well during the day, and when dinner is in progress, His Majesty the King of Gangdorin unconsciously glances at a white kitten in the arms of his daughter on the right.

"Itariel, don't hold this cat on the table anymore lately, I have a hunch that its shedding period may be coming."

Igre, who was taking a sip of the pumpkin sweet soup with a silver spoon, was stunned when he heard this, and then looked down at the kitten in his arms,

The little one raised his paw and pulled her arm a few times, making a small grunt, and then she looked up and said, "No, it said it would be a long time later." ”

"Even if you don't, it's not proper etiquette to carry a cat to the table. As a princess, walking barefoot all day is enough for the people to talk about, and you're like this—"

"Meow!"

"What is it talking about? Are you scolding me again? ”

"Father has wronged it, and Pian says you're right. I've also thought it's time to put on my shoes, and it's been getting colder lately. Stroking the back of the little white kitten, Ill looked at his father with a sincere expression, and Charles pricked up his ears to listen, feeling that his cousin was really panicking.

Turgon's face turned slightly pale, and then he looked at Arettir, who was patiently blowing hot soup for Charles, and then looked at Charles, who was helpless beside her, and coughed dryly.

"Garnir, you should have more contact with the nobles of the city. After such a long time, I haven't seen you have much contact with other nobles except for Luo Er. It's not okay, you can be a leader, they have their own wisdom and ability, you don't have to underestimate it. ”

Charles, who didn't expect the topic to run to him, was a little caught off guard, but after blinking, he still nodded at Turgon.

In fact, he felt a little inexplicable about this uncle, obviously he had a strong kindness to himself in his heart, but he always put on an expressionless appearance on the surface.

If it weren't for the fact that Charles had seen him smile when welcoming Finrod, he would have thought he was a facial paralyzed.

Apparently unaware of Charr's unique talents, Turgong thought that his uncle's majesty had been initially erected, and was secretly quite satisfied.

When Rogge came to ask some time ago, he suddenly felt a little worried that he couldn't suppress this famous nephew. Now it seems that this little guy is quite honest......

"Is there something bothering my father?" Igir's voice rang out just in time.

Turgong sighed when he heard this: "Winter is coming, Punrod said that this year's winter will be extremely cold, and the problem of heating in the city must be prepared in advance, but the boundaries we cut down have gone deeper and deeper into the mountains, and if this continues, the strength we invest will only increase." ”

Elves don't get sick, but that doesn't mean they're not afraid of the cold.

The mountains around Gangdorin are densely wooded, but enough to heat more than 100,000 people is no small project.

Izar has nothing to say about it, in fact it has been a problem every year since he moved here.

Although she wanted to help, there was no good way to think about it, so she turned to look at Charles and changed the subject.

"Carnir, what is the winter like in Ered Luin?"

"It feels like autumn." Charles replied: "You don't need extra heating, just wear a little more." ”

These words made the father and daughter look at each other.

In fact, the colder Middle-earth is to the north, or rather, the closer it is to Angban, the longer the winter lasts.

So, some of the elves' remarks about Morgoth are actually based on facts.

The kingdom of the Shire, located in the southeastern corner of Beleriand, far from the north, apparently did not have such a problem.

But he still couldn't help but mention it.

"Charcoal and wood are inconvenient to collect and make, right? Why don't you use black ore? ”

"Black ore?" Turgong was puzzled.

"It's an ore that can be burned, in the Blue Mountains, the ground is very cold, and this kind of stone is often lit in the dwarven hall, and they also like to use black ore to smelt metal."

Charles replied, and it occurred to him that it seemed that only the dwarves in the mountains were good at digging and using it, and he had never seen it anywhere else.

The black ore was somewhat similar to the coal he remembered, but more peculiar.

Charles felt that if there was such a thing, the things that bothered Turgong should be able to be solved.

He didn't do much research on the search for this kind of ore, but if he was not mistaken, there seemed to be an obvious open pit vein, and I don't know if it was ......

The thoughtful Charles didn't say anything more, and Turgong didn't ask more.

Just because the dwarves have it doesn't mean they are there too, and although he sounds useful, he doesn't have much hope.

After finishing the topic, he instead talked about something else.

"I've got you a teacher who teaches language and writing, and when you have time to think about anything else, you can go to him with my letter of introduction."

"Which scholar is it?" Before Charles could speak, Arettir, who had always been concerned about this kind of thing, asked.

"Pongoloz."

"He's it." Arettir nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly looked at Charles, her eyes glittering with joy.

"What's wrong?" Charles was a little baffled.

Arettir shook his head, didn't say anything, but suddenly said in a low voice, "If only your father were here, he would be as happy as I am." ”

The atmosphere at the table was dull because of this, but it didn't take long for it to come back to life.

Ilth smiled and talked about some gossip about the city, Turgong chimed in, and after the meal, Arettir was dragged by his niece to embroider, and Charles was called outside to the open space to exchange swordsmanship with Uncle Cheap.

The cold moonlight usually fell, but everything in the courtyard began to become more and more lively.