Despite the fact that the events were hidden, Charles was aware of the breakdown in the relationship between Doreas and the Fëanor.

For he found that the travelers who had been visiting more frequently and some of the Sindar caravans that had passed through the Seven Rivers to the dwarven city-states were no longer to be seen.

At the same time, some faint rumors also made him speculate about it.

But Charles didn't pay much attention to it now.

It occurred to him that the letter that Olli had left behind was not that simple.

It may be hiding some less obvious information.

After all, before leaving, the blacksmith had left a message claiming that the letter contained a record of his research results, but the letter claimed that he could not tell the ......

If you can't tell it, can you understand it in another sentence - can't say it explicitly?

Charles has been thinking and studying this for the past two days.

Of course, he couldn't forget what the blacksmith in disguise was studying, and that was the reason why his secret text could not be learned by the elves or even Vera!

And since it is said to be an achievement, it already has a certain eyebrow.

If it can lead to a breakthrough, or rather, to spread his esoteric knowledge, then it can be used to arm the army......

It's a pity that in the past two days, he has carefully searched all the places related to it and where there may be hidden information, but he has not found any clues.

Even when he used the prophecy ball, there was no response. It seems that the hazy prophetic power cannot work on Vera.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

There was an inquiry from beside him, it was the gray-haired elf Olophil standing beside him.

Charles was sitting on a makeshift throne with an empty training ground in front of him.

Standing on the training ground was a heavily armed Nando soldier, who now seemed a little nervous in the face of Charles, a monarch who was not often seen but had a high reputation.

From everything in the past, from the events not long ago, even if Charles has been in charge, his control over the new kingdom has not weakened in the slightest, but has deepened day by day.

"The idea is good, but Garvaughn's production is a problem." He replied.

At this time, the elven soldier was wearing a pair of beautiful black armor, which was slender and elegant, and it fit very well, reflecting the elf's already handsome face and looking even more heroic.

The soldier wore a pale green cloak, a long sword at his waist, and a wooden bow in his hand.

"It's a problem, but without Galvone, leather gear alone is simply not enough to sustain a melee fight."

Designer Olophil, who switched jobs from Doriath, was troubled by this.

He wanted to design a military outfit that could attack from a distance and engage in close combat, as well as training methods.

The Secret Texts could not be studied, but the Garvaughn soft-steel forging method originating from Eore was able to spread, and Charles returned to teach some of his cronies to the blacksmiths.

"You don't have to be omnipotent, you can train the corresponding soldiers."

"But our army is still too small......"

Charles was also a little helpless when he heard this.

Although, on the whole, everything is thriving in Linton at the moment. However, due to the limited population, it still cannot be called powerful.

At this time, the overall population of the agglomeration around the river was actually less than 20,000, and the number of soldiers who could participate in daily training was less than 3,000.

Although a lot of construction and drug-related problems took up a lot of manpower, this could not hide Linton's current lack of population and Nando's war-like temperament.

This was an ever-present problem, and Charles couldn't solve it right away, so the conversation changed.

An elven soldier, also dressed in black close-fitting armor but armed with an unopened long knife, walked up to the training ground.

The long knife in his hand is eerie, resembling an S shape that has been stretched, and the handle is so long that it even looks as if it takes up half of the entire knife.

At the same time, the overall length of this knife is far comparable to normal weapons, it is even longer than most dwarves!

At Olophil's motion, the soldier began to demonstrate the use of the long knife.

Originally, Charles thought it was a chop or something.

However, what happened to him was very surprising, and he saw that the soldier began to spin after a simple wave twice!

He held the upper and lower ends of the handle with both hands, and with the dexterous rotation of his wrist, the whole long knife began to rotate rapidly like a windmill, accompanied by the same regular rotation of the soldier's feet, and the silver knife light flashed dimly, and it looked like a meat grinder.

The elves are very stable in their lower bodies, and at the same time, their upper bodies are very dexterous, and their keen five senses also make them very sensitive to everything around them.

So much so that the behavior that seems dangerous to ordinary humans seems to his performance, as if he is dancing a unique dance.

However, Charles believed that if there was an enemy army surrounded at this time, then in such a turn, the besiegers would be missing several arms and legs if they did not die.

"This kind of combat method was designed by me considering our innate instincts, and there are still some loopholes, but it has basically taken shape, and it is almost practiced."

Olophil explained, his expression slightly proud.

Charles nodded.

This kind of combat method can only be used by clever elves, otherwise it is more likely that clumsy people will hurt themselves, let alone kill the enemy.

"I call this method of fighting a meditative war dance, I don't know Your Majesty's opinion?"

"That's a good name."

……

Charles then looked at some of Olophil's designs for ordinary armor, as well as specially improved shields and spears, and so on.

Although it is impossible to put all this into actual combat due to the limited number of troops, at least it is better to have this "reserve" than not to have it.

After the tour, Charles returned to his residence.

But after a while, he couldn't help but run back to a forging room somewhere in the town where he gathered.

Then he was in the forge, which had been sealed off for days, and his eyes were rounded.

The room was no different from the usual forge room, except for the half-finished products on the table that looked very neat, and the walls of the forge room were carved with secret inscriptions with the same strokes.

Those half-finished products were just sword embryos, with no signs of being forged, and they were also not embellished with secret texts, which seemed strange.

It's just that Charles repeated the inspection, but still didn't get anything.

He looked at the carved traces of the secret text on the wooden wall, and still found nothing special.

It's just that those seemingly messy traces that seem to be gradually evolving make him suddenly think.

Mainly, he thought of the meditation dance he had seen in the morning, and then he thought of the word meditation.

"It's useless for me to enchant jewels and depict secret texts on the surface, so do forging weapons really have to be depicted?"

"Can I prepare the secret text by meditation or visualization or something like before I start forging it?"

Does he think so too? Or is he trying to tell me that? Tell me, my method is actually incorrect? Or doesn't work with sprites? ”

After pondering for a moment, Charles moved.

He's going to experiment with it.