The day of the founding of the city was a sunny and sunny day.

As soon as the sky dawned in the morning, many of the residents of Gondolin had already gotten up early to freshen up, check the gifts they had prepared, and then wait for their friends and family to go to King's Square in the middle of the city.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that black dots have come out one after another on both sides of the neat streets of Gondolin, rushing towards the center of the city from all directions.

The elves are of good quality, so despite the large numbers, the ranks still appear to be very orderly and do not appear to be chaotic in the slightest.

The elves didn't say much along the way, but it wasn't silent either.

They each discussed their gifts with their relatives and friends, and then speculated expectantly about what gifts the city's venerable elves would give to the king of Turgon.

Because of the large number, it was impossible for King Turgong to personally receive the gifts of his people on the day of the founding of the city.

Only some of the elves in the city came to the fore in the city, including nobles, outstanding scholars, and top workers in various ranks.

But despite knowing that their gifts might be overwhelmed, most residents still enjoy it.

After all, it's a bit of a thank you to the king, and it's a fun time to watch the festival take place.

You know, this kind of rare situation in Gangdorin is rare.

The black torrent of pressure continued to converge towards King's Square, eventually forming the "ocean".

King's Square is a vast expanse of white marble and dotted with fountain sculptures.

However, even though this area is already the largest vacant land in the entire city, it still cannot accommodate the population of 1450,000 people in Gondolin.

So the towers around the square, the roofs of houses, and the sculpture trees ...... And so on and so forth, all of them were already full of elves.

The sky is shining with sunshine, and the snow that has fallen on the surrounding surface in the past few days has been cleared ahead of schedule.

King Turgon stood at the top of the towering minaret near the courtyard, constantly posing and waving to his people downwards and on all directions.

At this time, although it was still early, the bottom of the tower was already full of gifts carefully wrapped by the people.

There was everything in the pile, from pastries and sweets, to silk scarves and satins, to jewelry, and all kinds of metal products......

"If I could have foreseen the festival, I would have made this square even bigger." One of the ten families of Gondolin, the patriarch of the Snow Tower, said Punrod.

Obviously, he was responsible for the construction of this square.

He was inside the tower at this time, watching the crowds outside through the window, and beside him were several patriarchs of other families.

Flying swallows, springs, sacred trees, golden flowers, rainbows......

"If this had been the case, I don't think His Majesty would have been happy to accept the gifts of those people that year." The golden-haired patriarch of the Golden Flower Family, Grofindel, said with a smile: "You don't need to look at me to already know what kind of mood the king is in now. ”

This caused the surrounding elves to laugh. There was no shortage of schadenfreude in the laughter.

It seems that the king seems to be very majestic in this festival, but in fact Turgong is very hard.

He had to get up first than the people of the city, and then rush to the top of the spire here.

lest he not be present when some of his people give gifts, which would be very unwise.

At the same time, the activities of the founding day will last all day, and during this day, he needs to maintain his kind posture with a smile on his face to cope with the praise and onlookers of the people below.

Due to the fact that elves generally have good eyes, if he shows the slightest abnormality, or if he is dressed inappropriately, he will be seen by some sharp-eyed fellow, and then it will spread.

However, as one of the few grand festivals of the year, Turgong has no way to refuse to hold it.

But in fact, if he were to follow his private thoughts, he would certainly not want such a festival to exist, because he was very prestigious, and did not need such activities to increase his dominance.

Others don't know what the king thinks, but these patriarchs know very well, and the king, who has always been calm and calm, will unconsciously sigh for several days every year when he is about to face the founding day of the city, and it is not difficult to imagine why they feel interesting.

As the city's inhabitants gathered, King's Square was finally completely full, and every clearing was filled with elves, many of whom were dragged by their parents and placed on their shoulders.

If the appearance of handsome men and beautiful women gathered in pieces makes human beings marvel when they see it, of course, because most of the elves are soft-looking, it may give people a narrow impression that there are more women than men......

The royal guards surrounded the tower, protecting it and its ever-growing pile of gifts from any elves.

Most of the elves couldn't see how high the gifts were piled up, but as soon as they looked up, they could see the gentle expression of Turgon, the king of Gondolin, smiling and looking down at the many people below.

"Glorfind, the patriarch of the Golden Flower family, brought a gift to the king, and the gift of Lord Glorfindel was a purple cloak with gold trim, made of ......"

When receiving gifts from dignitaries, a specially arranged attendant would shout behind the king on the minaret to satisfy the curiosity of the people, and then His Majesty would nod his head to the giver next to him.

"Axerian of the Springing Family......"

……

In addition to the royal family, the other nine families all paid homage, elaborate longbows, exquisite gemstones, musical instruments with excellent timbre, and well-honed hand axes......

The gifts of the nine families have their own characteristics, such as clothing, weapons, jewelry, and ingredients...... Basically everything you need in the city.

Every time it is announced, it can attract some cheers from the public, because behind the nine families represent countless workers in various important industries in the city.

But emotions are contagious, and in this active atmosphere, even if it has nothing to do with them, the elves are still happy.

This cheerful atmosphere continued until the famous linguist Pongoloz pedaling tower in Gondolin.

The scholar Pengoloz presented him with a book of the Noldor royal family history, which he had carefully written. In addition, Lord Pongoloz presented to Lord Canir, son of Princess Ar-Fignel, a map of the veins of Ahorias, which records twenty-seven mining sites of rich iron ore, eleven gold veins, nine copper veins, and five precious ......"

The first half of the sentence is nothing, but the further back the second half of the sentence goes, the more the square that should be noisy tends to be quiet, and finally falls into complete silence.

The elves looked at each other, not feeling any joy, but full of doubts and speculations.

"Ehoriath Vein Map?"

"Twenty-seven iron ore mines...... That's an exaggeration, right? ”

"Maybe it's just a small mine with a lot of storage?"

"That's an exaggeration, and how long has Garnier been here, how can this be done?"

"Where is Lord Carnier? Why didn't he come? ”

……

It's not just the elven inhabitants who are suspicious of this, but even the elven nobles who have come into contact with the charr a few times.

As a nobleman who is good friends with the Charles, the patriarch of the Angry Hammer family, Rogge, shook his head again and again under the questioning of others, "Ore vein detection is not a simple job, it takes a lot of time to dig and find, don't think about gaining something in a short time, let alone find so much, this is ......"

"We marvel at Lord Garnir's contribution to Gondolim, but let's not forget that he is not yet an adult. Unfortunately, in the face of so many enthusiastic Gondolin people, he couldn't actually squeeze in, so he couldn't be there. ”

The voices of the scholars from the outside world provoked laughter, and the idea of why Carnir was not present was revealed, but the elves remained skeptical about the authenticity of the vein map.

Turgong on the minaret was skeptical.

He actually trusted Charles much more than others, so although he was suspicious at this time, he did not deny it.

After thanking Pengolotz, he glanced at the vein map in his hand that was written on an elongated sheepskin, and the dense lines and words on it convinced him of its authenticity.

So he turned his head and ordered one of his attendants to arrange for the survey team to follow the location marked on the map, and at the same time sent someone to ask Charles for details.

After the arrangement, he motioned for the event to continue.

So the matter was skipped for the time being.

In the face of those strange gifts, as well as the king's speech that followed, the elves of Gondolin also temporarily suppressed the doubts in their hearts.

It's just that when the festival is over, the elves, who have cooled down, remember it again.

Skepticism is inevitable and accounts for the majority.

However, even if the king said such a thing, it would be questioned, after all, it would simply break their cognition.

Since the survey team had not yet returned, the sound had not subsided for the past few days.

It wasn't until five days later, when the team returned, and brought with them the confirmed information of several easily excavated deposits that they spot-checked, that the whole city was "set on fire" again!