If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Charles wouldn't have believed that a brown-haired, blue-eyed guy with a dwarf-like appearance, a big beard, and even a somewhat sluggish personality could be a Vera.

However, the sharp senses of the mind told him that he was indeed a Vera, and that he was quite powerful.

Although no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't tell how powerful the person sitting across from him was......

Of course, he didn't look at the other party now, but at his own hands, or what he was doing.

It was a rather quaint-looking dagger, the dagger had not yet been bladed, but the various silver lines on it were quite hideous.

It's similar to the dagger he had forged ten years earlier in Heslum that could explode after stabbing an enemy into his body......

"How?"

The voice full of anticipation asked, and the voice was calm and thick.

After hearing the sound, Charles raised his eyes and looked at the guy sitting opposite, and coughed dryly, "The shape, appearance and even function may be the same, but the actual casting method is not my method at all, it ......"

Shaking his head, Charles didn't say anything more.

What he wanted to say was that the dagger was actually just an imitation made with great force, and there was no artistry or skill at all.

However, thinking about the identity of the person opposite, he still decided to give some face.

Although it is not mentioned, Charles immediately realizes that he is not an ordinary elf, not even Maia, but Vera.

This is mainly due to the fact that he had met a Vera before, so he was able to faintly feel it after this one came to visit last month.

However, since the other party did not mention who he was, Charles pretended not to know. Otherwise, you have to be polite.

"How could it not be cast?"

After hearing what Charles said, the other party was quite depressed.

"Is there a weapon in this world that I can't forge?" He muttered, but his eyes looked at Charles again, "Can you ...... again?"

"No problem."

Before he could finish, Charles happily pulled out a ruby with a deep glow and placed it on the table.

Then, before the other party could speak, he took out a silver dagger with a unique texture and a silver ring inlaid with green agate.

"Is that enough?"

"Enough is enough, you are such a generous king." The other party hurriedly replied, then thought for a moment, took off the ring he was wearing in his hand and handed it to Charles.

"But I can't make you suffer, the last time I said that I would pay you when I learned this secret text forging method with you, this is a ring I made a few years ago, maybe it will help you."

The bronze color, like a copper ring, has no decorative lines on it.

Just looking at his appearance, Charles couldn't see how the ring could help him. But he wasn't polite or refused.

What Vera gave, how can it not be easy, right?

After some more talk about the blacksmith, the man took his leave and left.

However, he did not leave the Seven Rivers, but lived in the gathering place on the other side of the riverbank.

Due to the large number of outsiders in recent years, hotels have been built for tourists to stay there.

He was likewise able to borrow all kinds of equipment for forging there, if he needed it......

By this time, it was getting late, the sky was covered in clouds, and the moon was rising quietly, but Charles did not give up on the schedule that should have been continued.

After placing the brass ring on his left ring finger, he walked out of the house and headed for the gathering place on the other side of the river.

During this period, Cele Bodil, who had always been busier than him, quietly arrived.

"The dwarves on the island are very industrious, and if this continues, it should be built in another fifteen years or so."

"There haven't been any accidents lately, have you?"

"No, dwarves are honest as long as they have alcohol, but they've been hooked on tobacco lately, so I wonder if ......"

Chatting, they arrived at what looked like a town's gathering place.

The night didn't bother the elves much. The stone-brick streets are lined with lanterns that glow silver one after another.

The light echoed the moonlight that flickered in the sky.

It looks like a small moon that has fallen into the dust.

This is the creation of the Shire, and the effect is not as strong as the luminous diamond, but it is more beautiful and atmospheric......

As they walked, they talked about various government affairs in the country, and because they were followed by a team of king's guards, many elves recognized Charles, and the sounds of saluting and greeting were endless.

"That's your daughter, right?" Passing by a clearing, Charles saw a petite figure training with a group of soldiers, and couldn't help but look at Celebdir.

"Children are ignorant and shout all day long that they want to join the convoy." Looking at the relatively thin figure, Celebdir shook his head.

"It's really not like that, how can a girl play with a sword or a gun?"

"Isn't that the end of it?" Charles smiled.

The little guy who used to be very pestering will already look like a girl, and he will no longer be as abrasive as before, probably knowing to be reserved.

Feeling emotional, a voice full of surprise suddenly came.

"Brother Charles!"

This title stunned Charles. Because the elves he met at this time basically called him Carnier, but few of them called him by this name again.

When I turned my head, I saw a tall woman with long brown hair waving not far away.

The glow of the approaching moonlight lantern swayed over her, making her look vibrant.

The one who came running over showed a heroic female face, looking a little familiar, but it was a human being.

Charles had a vague guess.

"Are you a Haradin ......?" He looked at the relatively modest dress on the body, and then at the group of his kind who followed her.

"I'm Hareth, my father is Haldad, and my mother is Hardor." The other party hurriedly explained: "Our family and you ...... And you used to be neighbors. ”

As she spoke, she couldn't help blinking when she saw Charles' young appearance at the moment.

The elves have always had a good memory, and the charr is better than the average elf, so the names she said reminded him of who this person was.

The daughter of his deceased human friend Hardor, when the disaster struck, seemed to be just a year or two old?

However, at this moment, the person in front of him, who is more than one meter eight tall, has shoulder-length short hair, and has a beautiful and heroic face, but he looks much smaller than the other party.

There was a feeling of seeing old people, which made Charles unconsciously reminisce about his old life.

Although still young, it is clear that the sensitive elves are often haunted by memories and have begun to show their characteristics.

"Is your father okay?"

"It's good, he always talks about you, and now he is the most powerful pharmacist in our clan, but he always misses his mother, and my brother and I want him to marry another wife, but he always disagrees......"

They chatted and talked about the past with a lot of sighs.

But it didn't take long to talk, and this one hurriedly said goodbye, there might be something urgent.

Charles waved goodbye to him, but when the other party walked away, he was not anxious as he had just separated, but gloomy.

"He's still so young, but maybe the next time we meet, I'll be an old grandmother." Hareth said to her companions, their expressions full of loss.

"You love him?" Companions see this and ask.

"Love? Humans and elves have no future. Hareth shook her head, "I just adore him, he's a big hero." You know what, I was ...... when I was a kid."