It is a delicate and transparent sapphire, pinched by slender fingers, and the whole body is shining with a brilliant blue light.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it filled the dimly lit halls.

The deep blue light covered all the walls in all directions, and even penetrated into the dark night along the windows, forming a shadow of light.

The color of the sapphire is clear, and there is a faint special cloud flickering and dissipating inside. Charles observed it for a moment, then placed it back in a tightly crafted wooden box.

Then he looked at the other, larger box on the table.

The metallic exterior gives it a weighty look.

When the lid is lifted, the inside is a slightly smaller tin box. Charles opened it again, and it was a smaller one as far as he could see.

It looks like a spoof. It's just that as he keeps turning it over, a faint white light faintly reveals.

At this time, there was no light source in the living room, and the surroundings were dark because of the darkness of the night.

However, as Charles continued to move, gradually, the light that came out of the box became brighter and brighter.

The light shone brightly on the young elf's cheeks, even through his head to the ceiling overhead, and then continued to penetrate, casting a hazy glow on the top of the second floor of the room.

The light was limited to the top because the lid was only open to the box, but Charles knew that if he took out this unique, tightly wrapped diamond, it would radiate in all directions, and then dye the house with a bright light inside and out.

He didn't do that, but after thinking about it, he ran up the stairs with the heavy box in his arms, and then snapped it upside down to the floor.

The light came through the cracks in the box, radiating a clear and bright surface around it.

However, when Charles returned to the hall on the first floor, everything he saw was even more splendour.

The ceiling, which should have been dim, was now in the center as if a star was quietly blooming, and the brilliance was strange, penetrating the heavy roof, soaking the top of the head with a bright incandescent lamp.

Everything around him was suddenly revealed, and Charles couldn't help but smile faintly when he saw this.

Noldor's roar was different from the disguised form charm he possessed, which was more complex and Charr had tried it many times without elicit anything.

But it only took a few days for him to reap the rewards.

And as he had guessed, jewelry has a wide range of accommodations for this special magical power.

Thus, when Charles got some of the necessary utensils, two gemstones were born.

One allows the light to reach a wider area, and the other is more penetrating!

"It's a pity that the existing gemstone materials don't seem to be able to accommodate the three mixes." Sitting in the living room in the bright light, Charles bowed his head and groaned.

There are only two types of power that a jewel can withstand. He had a third kind of mixing, but that would directly disrupt the operation of the original runes and become chaotic.

And because he has not yet fully grasped the induction technique discovered at this time, he has not continued to study whether this point can be overcome.

It was the seventh day of his arrival at the gathering place, and it wasn't long ago, but it was already a clear catch.

While these gains still didn't help his strength, Charles believed it was just the beginning.

……

If Charles' visit was initially quiet in Gondolin, in Heslum the news about him was quite noticeable.

Loud sounds could be heard from time to time, and every once in a while the house he was in would suddenly become a source of brilliance, but it would not be long before it disappeared.

Once, when the elves saw him, he suddenly ran to the weapon smithing workshop in the gathering place, and forged a strange dagger, which caused many elven blacksmiths to talk quietly.

It's strange, not because of how sharp or weird the dagger is, but because it looks weird—

There was obviously no carving or etching, and after the forging was completed, the dagger was actually wrapped with a layer of strange patterns!

Because there are many blacksmiths in the forge workshop, many craftsmen have seen the special appearance of this dagger.

The pattern is strangely styled, completely different from the beauty that the elves draw from all things in nature, but it has a special beauty, as if a bloodstained warrior in the middle of the battlefield is about to roar.

It's just that the dagger didn't appear long before it was put away by the grandson of the High King. It is a pity for many curious craftsmen.

On the whole, though, although there was something peculiar about the distant Garnier, there was not much disturbance during this time in the gathering place.

The Noldos living around them gradually got used to this mysterious existence.

But some people gradually couldn't sit still.

On this day, Charles was practicing the third spell he had learned from Erimena when two humans came to visit.

……

"We are from Estorad outside Heslum, and I am Halls, the son of Holman."

"I am Amrah, the son of Imrah."

They introduced themselves and behaved in a rather reserved manner.

Charles actually has a very special affection for humans in this world, so although he was disturbed, he didn't get angry, but politely welcomed them into the room.

"We are grateful to you for the Harrodin Potion you created, which saved many of our fellow citizens from the threat of death."

One of them, Amrah, said with gratitude.

Hearing this name, Charles subconsciously felt a little dazed, remembering a period of his past life and his long-dead adoptive mother, and couldn't help but smile.

"That's an honor."

"It may seem insignificant to you, but it's a lifesaver for us." Another person, Halls, said, then hesitated, "It's just that we want you to visit us if you have time......"

"If I have time, I'll visit."

"But obviously not now, maybe you've noticed that I'm busy this time," Charles said. ”

In fact, this was just a polite remark, but I really didn't think about the Terran tribe. After all, he didn't really have nothing to do now, and personal matters aside, a stall as big as the Land of Seven Rivers was obviously more important than playing around.

Hall tried to say something more, but was stopped by his companions, and they didn't mention it again.

Then there was a period of small talk.

Of all the words, the Charr was most interested in the current situation of the Haradins, who lived in Estorald, with a few other humans, and the largest gathering of Terrans by far, not far south of the forest where he was born.

"The Haradins have brought your stories into Estorald, and we think you're more relatable than the rumors say."

"If you need it, we're here to help."

They spoke, and finally took their leave.

……

The visit of human beings is like a small pebble falling into the surface of the lake, and it does not set off any wind and waves.

After Charr felt it, he continued to study the spell on his own.

It's just that just as he was learning the third spell in the first place, a notice came from the north, which broke his original plan.

Eol's got news.