"We were about to stab the lizard larva to death, when a ten-foot-tall trolls suddenly jumped out, and Dror was stupefied, but courage suddenly flashed through me, and then I jumped up and stabbed, and the monster ran away crying and bleeding......"

"You're so brave."

"Of course, I have always been called the brave Diarjar"

"But that's not what Rodel said, he said......"

"No doubt, he must be lying."

……

The faint sound of conversation wafted from the flat street outside the window, and from left to right, the sound faded away with the footsteps.

But this conversation wasn't the most obvious noise around.

On the second floor of a building in the middle of the town that serves as a library, Charles could hear all sorts of noises as he sat at his desk.

The sound of flutes and harps resonating, loud and ethereal songs, joyful conversations, and occasional applause and cheers.

Looking up through the front window, you can clearly see that the whole town is brightly lit in the dark night.

The light of various colors shimmers like thousands of sparkling jewels on the beach of the ocean, reflecting the ripples of the water on the banks of the Adulante River, refracting the hazy light, and looking beautiful as the stars descending from the sky.

It was the fourth day of the return of Linton's army from the North, and although the official celebrations had been completed, the folk celebrations were not over yet.

Countless heroic beings emerged from the great battle, and they returned with honor, and the song of praise spread to all corners of the Seven Rivers.

The defeat of Morgoth seemed to have convinced all the elves that there would be no more darkness in Middle-earth, and some bards even threatened to run to the ruins of the Cavern to experience the magnificence and glory of the battle known as the End.

They don't necessarily go, but it's enough to show how they're feeling at this time.

Charles did not participate in the celebrations, and although he was equally happy about the end of the war, he was disturbed by another event.

"You are not the creator, nor are you any existence known to me, your power is beyond the rules of the world, uncontrollable, and unpredictable, so to speak, you are the source of chaos and the enemy of order."

Reflecting on that particular conversation in Angban, and the "deal" in it, Charles shook his head, then lowered his head and took up the pen again.

He was writing a book on the development of the kingdom and the management of the kingdom, with no explicit orders, and it was basically all theoretical knowledge - from his memories before he was born in this world.

"I hope you can use it."

Muttering, the scribbled opinion that had taken three days was the final stroke.

Then he looked at the stack of thick parchment books beside his desk.

These are all works he wrote in his spare time, about metal mysteries, about pharmacy, and even about jewelry polishing and spells.

However, after a moment of silence, he suddenly stood up and carried it all into the illuminated brazier nearby.

The heavy, thick parchment made the already burning brazier suddenly retract its flames, but the dim flame was revitalized by Charles's gaze, and finally the stack of pupa was ignited, and the flame became more and more vigorous.

As a result, the scorched black smoke spread, and a guard at the door inquired about it, but Charles perfunctory it.

He stared at the flames in front of him until he saw that there was only dust left inside the brazier.

At this point, all records of the knowledge he left behind in Shichikawa have been dissipated. Only some that cannot be separated remain in the memory of many beings.

I was a little stunned, and it wasn't just because of the burned books, but also because of some others.

So much so that when a girl in a tight black armor knocked on the door, he said something that made the other party feel a little strange.

"If one day the darkness reappears, then I hope you will be strong enough to face it, and if possible, help more of your kind."

"If that day comes, I will be Your Majesty's eternal sword and shield, swearing to follow Your Majesty's left and right to sweep away all evil for you!"

The pretty girl with a straight body responded loudly, her beautiful emerald green eyes full of adoration and yearning.

This made Charles laugh dumbly, he waved his hand, turned to a chair not far away, picked up a white glove, and spoke.

"You girl was funny when she was a kid, but now it's not cute at all."

These words made the girl pout, and defended: "Grandfather said that you can have no rules when you are young, but you must be polite when you are an adult!" ”

"Who made this rule?"

Charles was noncommittal, put on his gloves, and stepped out of the house.

"Let's go, it's time for work."

Hearing this, the elf girl obediently followed behind, along with some other black-armored guards waiting.

Calebdil's granddaughter Ning Luowei has been involved in training for several years, and recently finally passed the relevant assessment, and was included in the King's Escort by Charles's captain Konui, and it was actually her first time running to report.

So much so that after she really started her guard career, she was still uncomfortable.

The sudden burst of cheers and applause as Charles appeared in the street was almost a roar, and at the same time, the sound obviously attracted the attention of the elves who were originally busy, so that countless people unconsciously gathered.

The elves prefer to be nocturnal rather than daytime, and this is the king's first appearance since the return of the pilgrimage, which is very loud.

As we moved forward, the crowded streets kept out of the way, but the sound did not stop, but became more and more noisy.

Numerous voices converged in the town on the banks of the Abdulante River, and the populace was so enthusiastic about the presence of their king that they laid their own elaborate wreaths on either side or in the center of the road as the procession passed.

Every face reveals adoration, and every cheer implies joy.

The Northern War was fought to the death by a large number of Middle-earth armies, but the most important battle relied entirely on their king, and it was something that all the elves praised and all the people of Linton were proud of!

Charles had completed a full circle on the Sea of Garlands and the Path of Cheers, but he didn't stop when he was done, and instead walked towards the rest of the Seven Rivers.

Duilwyn, Brilthor, Legolin, Charos......

At first, he was only walking in the gathering place, but after leaving the town, he began to ride the white deer slowly, and the dark woodland came into view one after another, the stream was clear, the grass and trees were dense, and as he continued to patrol, the grass and trees seemed to be faintly stretching their branches and leaves, radiating more vitality.

Many people spontaneously followed him.

A flock of birds flew in the sky, and in the forest, the procession slowly moving forward with a lamp in hand was like a long tapestry, accompanying the tall white figure in the lead, stretching and spreading the seven rivers, forming a quiet and ancient road picture.

The sun rises and sets, and the picture scroll spreads through the seven rivers.

Numerous sentry posts blew melodious trumpets as a result, and garrisons from all over the country were arrayed to meet the king's inspection with the best appearance.

At first, the elves did not know why their king had suddenly embarked on such a large-scale inspection, but as the road progressed, as the procession appeared in one abandoned or more deserted village after village, the elves who followed them suddenly fell silent.

It was the home of many of the elven soldiers who had never returned since Linton's troops.

Blood and fire forged the path for civilization to grow and advance, and the survivors returned with honor and received many praises, but the war dead were more worthy of singing and singing.

The Elven King seemed to be telling his people that they should not be forgotten.

Celebrations and cheers were curtailed, and a long-standing tradition of Linton, and indeed of the Elven race, was born.