The passage of time has turned the middle-aged widow who once looked a little feminine into an old widow, with gray sideburns and a slightly slumped body leaning against the corner of the bed.

She was very old, clear and visible in the sunlight outside the window on the side of her bed.

The only blue eyes that were originally quite beautiful were also quite cloudy and dim at the moment, and the voice was faint as he looked down at the boy who was lowering his head and stirring the liquid in the cup with a spoon to dissipate the heat.

"I originally wanted to adopt you for my old age, who knows if you haven't grown up, how you can't grow up, but I pity me for raising you all my life, but I can't even know what you will look like when you grow up...... Old Mariel always laughed at me, but you know a lot, and then he was very envious. Before he died, he told me that it was a pity that he couldn't call you his son-in-law. She muttered, a small smile flashing across her face.

But then, she retracted her smile and looked at Charles nervously.

"Do you blame me for not helping you find your elf parents? Will you? She asked, her hands gripping the corners of Charles's clothes, her eyes eager and afraid.

"You know." Charles shook his head without looking up. It was his own decision.

Seeing this, Harroway's face was soothed and relieved.

"After I die, you go to the north, there are elves, there are elves, I know, you go to the elf parents, I can rest assured."

Charles, who was stirring the cup of Chinese medicine, shook his head and smiled at her.

"Don't talk nonsense, you can't die."

After twenty years of getting along, no matter how cold-blooded Charles is, he will inevitably have feelings for this poor widow.

"They all said that the potion you made worked well, but your medicine couldn't cure the disease." Seeing that Charr's face was sad, the old widow muttered, "Humans are different from elves, they will get sick and die, don't be sad, I ——。 ”

Her words were interrupted by a sudden cough, and Charles frowned at the painful appearance on the bed, and then got up to help her pat her back.

It took a long time for the old widow to recover, and her body propped up by coughing collapsed on the bed, and the thick animal skin bedding did not seem to dispel the cold that emanated from within, so that the cheeks, which were still a little rosy, were quickly replaced by paleness.

But her hand that grabbed Charles's arm was extremely tight.

"Remember my words, go to them, remember my words......"

It wasn't until Charles reassured that her thin hands were slowly released, and then she fell back into a drowsy state, trembling slightly. But her pale and chapped mouth still muttered about the things that she couldn't let go.

"Remember my words, remember my words, go find ...... Remember me ......"

In the end, she couldn't resist the physical and mental exhaustion and fell asleep.

Sitting at the head of the bed, Charles's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he placed a cup of homemade nutritional decoction in his hand on a nearby table, and then tucked the corners of the quilt for his adoptive mother, observed for a moment, and combed her messy gray hair.

I was stunned for a while, looking at the wrinkled old face in front of me, bitter, heartache, and unwilling...... A variety of emotions converged to form a sour astringency that rushed straight to his nose, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Then he stood up, rubbed his nose with an unnatural expression, and smiled bitterly in a low voice.

"Relationships are really a troublesome thing, I should have chosen not to contact you if I knew this way...... But if I were to go back twenty years, I might be happier that you were young, and then happy to come here with you? ”

He stood still for a long time before he suddenly turned around and walked outside.

At the door, a big brown-haired man with a simple face was standing at the door, and when he saw Charles come out, he hurriedly whispered hello.

This is the son-in-law of the neighbor Mariel's family, and he is also an acquaintance of Charles for twenty years.

In fact, although Charles usually doesn't reveal anything, he has made achievements here for so long, after all, he has always stayed here without reciprocating it.

The reward is a healing agent.

After searching for memories of the past, it took a long time to finally use local plants to try to concoct a "treatment" potion, and the effect is actually not perfect, but it can speed up the healing of trauma and disinfect by the way.

But that alone was enough to make the charr more prestigious in the settlement.

The current means of survival of the Haradin people are mainly relying on the mountains and hunting, and it is always inevitable to encounter danger when entering the huge and mysterious forest, and many people die on the spot, but there are many more people who die from wound infection afterwards.

And with Charr's potion, this death and injury has been reduced by at least two-thirds in so many years!

Otherwise, his identity as a young child of the elf clan would have been poked out by others a long time ago, instead of staying here and being quiet for so long-

Although the Haradin clan does not have contact with the elves, they also know the power of the elves, and if it weren't for the reluctance of the Charles' ability, they would have been timid enough to run to the ventilators.

The healing potion was quite successful, but the other problems were not clear, so that in the face of the various diseases that humans suffer from in old age, Charles was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

The favor of fate is unbearable, but if there is no luck and opportunity against the sky, then it is difficult for normal people to make their wishes come true.

……

Leaving the house and arriving at his excavated cavern lab at the bottom of the hill, he began to work on bottles and cans.

The slightly thin young elf stared at each other, and he constantly pounded and squeezed the medicinal plants of different shapes into juice, and then used these plant essences to experiment on rabbits or other small animals he caught to verify the medicinal properties.

So much so that in half a day, there were four or five rabbits and mice poisoned by him.

He wasn't very proficient in pharmacy, and he only had some memories that he had devoured at first.

Now, this kind of behavior can't be called research and development, but only whether the medicinal materials in this world can match some of the medicinal properties in his memory.

Different worlds, different names, different growing environments, and most importantly, different appearances.

Obviously, this is a huge project, and it is not clear how many plants there are in this world, but after so many years of trying, Charles has only barely managed to come up with a treatment formula.

The eldest son-in-law of the Mariel family helped out here and there—Charles' medicine had helped his father survive a fatal injury, and he had stayed with Charles ever since.

However, they were busy for most of the day, and they didn't try to come up with a new recipe or even match the medicinal materials.

In a strange world, all the medicinal materials and manufacturing processes in the recipe that do not need spiritual assistance in the memory need to be constantly matched and run-in, and it is not so simple to create.

Clueless and somewhat flustered, Charles turned to his own psychic abilities, which were still flawless, but there was no feedback either.

Three days later, the old widow, who had run out of life, died.

Hundreds of people gathered here to help bury the old man, and if there were not too many people to stand, there would have been even more.

This is a rare thing for the reclusive Haradin people, who are less than 10,000 in number.

Afterwards, Charles didn't do anything for a month, including matching potions, exploring talents, including the swordsmanship and shooting skills he had been practicing for more than a decade.

……

A month later, he began experimenting frantically, vowing to concoct a healing potion.

……

Three years later, a local potion named after an old widow was finally developed, and after the results were verified, the entire Haradin race was completely sensational!

Chokemonia, a condition similar to pneumonia, is a formidable disease that afflicts the Haradins and even the entire human race, accounting for one-fifth of all deaths each year.

And now that there are potions that can cure it, it doesn't speak for itself!

However, at this moment, no one, including the Charles, would have imagined what this healing potion would mean to the entire human race.

In the vast river of history, hundreds of millions of human beings have been inspired, influenced, and directly or indirectly saved, and the changes caused have affected the entire history of mankind.

Because this is the earliest healing potion born in the whole of Middle-earth, and even in the whole of the world of Arda!

The charr was thus called Uralchi by later scholars, and the ancient Haraddin word means star of life.

However, for the current Charles, he researched this medicine only to express his grief and untie the knot.

In fact, as an elven who never got sick, his concoction of this potion had no effect on him personally.

……

While the Charles was busy with potions, something that seemed to have nothing to do with him happened far away in the other two Terran settlements, Estorad.

As newcomers who have no grudges against their archenemy, Morgoth, the other two clan leaders of humanity come together to discuss whether they need to truly participate in the battle between the elves and the northern Angban.

There is agreement that the dark enemy is the common enemy of all living beings in Middle-earth.

Others objected, arguing that it would be better for humanity not to go out of their way for hatred that did not belong to their own race.

Then, just as they were arguing, the shadows that had crept in began to sow discord, hoping to incite humans to stand on the opposite side of the elves, or remain neutral.

Unfortunately, his plot was discovered, and many wavering people joined the elves to fight against him.

Morgoth, whose real body is located deep in Angban, is so angry that he decides to show the ignorant humans how powerful he is.