It is a silver leaf that looks like it has a slightly jagged edge, and the veins of the leaf are clearly visible in the sunlight, and there seems to be a faint glow flowing.

With his gaze, in a trance, the figure of a dignified woman gradually appeared on the surface of the leaves.

The woman walks through the forest, sometimes leaning over the flowers and sweeping the trunks of the trees with her palms.

Scenes are continuous, but they can be repeated.

It seems to be an image formed by mixing the veins of the leaves with the light, because it is only revealed when the light shines, which is very peculiar.

That's not the main thing, though.

Sitting at the base of an oak tree, Charles groaned at the leaf in his hand.

The image on the leaves is not a random appearance, it is actually a record of magical knowledge.

Although he had not seen such a special method before, the charr was still certain of it.

"This is the setting of the Enchanted Ring?"

He was thoughtful.

Queen Merian of Doriath is powerful and mysterious, and is naturally best known for her Ring Charm that spans the borders of the Grey Elf Kingdom, with its sheer scope and incredible effects.

Charles felt that the leaf in his hand contained knowledge about it, but at a cursory glance, he was not completely sure.

"Why did Queen Mirian give me this knowledge?"

This thought flashed through his mind, and he unconsciously looked at the figure who was squatting and stroking the flowers not far away, and subconsciously showed a smile.

Lucien's visit was actually on a mission, and her mission was to hand over the leaf to Charles.

However, the sudden confession made the leaves a foil.

It was a long time before she remembered it.

However, even though it was the object of her mother's confession, Lucien did not know why her mother asked her to give it to Charles herself.

She suspected that her mother might be creating opportunities for them, but the thought was a bit embarrassing, and she was too embarrassed to say it.

"Is it pretty?" Perhaps sensing Charles' gaze, the beautiful elf who had been crouching in front of the flowers looked back at him, his eyes full of anticipation, and his slender fingers fiddled with a pansy dotted on his long black hair.

"It's not pretty." Charles shook his head.

"No matter what kind of decoration you put on you, it will lose its original beauty, because its own beauty will only be eclipsed in front of you."

He was telling the truth, but it also made the other party smile, but in addition to joy, Lucien also felt a little regretful.

"I actually like flowers, but no matter what kind of flowers, they always feel awkward on me."

"So if you like it, just look at it, there's no need to take it off."

"But they all picked them, and when I was in Doriath, I saw many of my sisters picking flowers in the wild and putting them on their heads, so that when they came home, they would be praised by their husbands, how beautiful, so beautiful, and ......."

Charles rubbed his chin when he heard this.

Looking back on his past memories, he felt that except for the elven diamond, there really seemed to be nothing that could not be lost under the unique charm of Lucian, and it was no wonder that Lucian never wore any decorations in normal times, because wearing them would add to the snake.

"Do you want to steal that diamond back?"

He thought about it, but his thoughts were not the same as before.

At this point, some time has passed since that confession.

The two who originally had a good impression of each other became closer after piercing the layer of window paper, but it seemed to be no different from before, just taking a walk together when they had nothing to do, taking a trip together, and talking more about their respective families and private lives.

At the same time, this did not hinder Charles's current work, and he still visited the gathering place at dusk every day, except that in the past he was accompanied by a minister, but now there is an additional Lucian.

In the evenings, he is still immersed in the work of forging and polishing jewelry, but he also has the company of the other party during this time.

Whether it's boring or interesting, no matter what Charles is doing, this beautiful elven princess will be by his side, or quietly staring at him, or sitting alone in a corner not far from him, reading some "books" or fiddling with the reflected gems.

In the presence of other elves, Lucien was dignified and reserved, even elegant and noble.

But in private, she is like a little girl who has not yet reached adulthood.

Like Charles' rebellious cousin, Lucien secretly dislikes wearing shoes, and her long black hair is not well managed, and sometimes she looks like a little maniac with a disheveled hair.

She loves the natural environment, and always looks forward to running to all corners of the world when she has time, and then finding a remote forest to build a log cabin to live in when she is tired of playing.

But she prefers to break the rules, and even once secretly climbed a tree to hide in spite of her image, hoping to surprise him by jumping on Charles's back from above.

However, it accidentally pressed on his head.

It was a sight that made Charles both amused and helpless in retrospect.

He felt that the other party was getting more and more naïve.

It's also thanks to Lucien's delicate skin that is actually not so fragile, otherwise she would always be so tossed and bruised sooner or later.

She is a very satisfying female elf, and despite her noble birth, she is not pretentious in the slightest, and she is never picky, whether it is in terms of living environment or food—although Seven Rivers has great potential, she is currently no match for Dorias in all aspects.

Many of her traits seem contradictory, but the combination of them gives her a unique charm that transcends her appearance, and makes Charles often feel that time is passing faster and faster.

"You know, at first I just thought I was a passerby."

He said this during a walk in the woods.

……

Inside the fire-filled forge room, a metal object resembling a large arrow gradually cooled as several elven blacksmiths struck hard.

The strange brilliance that flashed on the reddish dark surface made Charles, who was holding his arms and observing, squint.

Forging, adhesion, cooling...... It wasn't until everything was done that he stepped forward and looked down.

A battering ram is made up of many parts, a four-wheeled vehicle, a wooden ram, a defensive baffle, various ropes, and most importantly, a cone.

He didn't pay attention to the thickness of the gates there when he was in Himrin, but he estimated that they were very hard, and it was difficult to take them with the cooperation of a large number of enemy troops.

The function of the battering ram is to knock open the city gate, but breaking open is not the same as piercing, so the simple penetration effect is very thin.

As a result, the battering rams they create must need the help of other elements.

The large arrow in front of him was actually only attached to a solid secret text.

But the end of the arrow, under the craftsmanship of the elven craftsman, has left many characteristic grooves.

At this point, after the arrowhead was first formed, it felt almost done, and Charles began to work on the inlay around it.

The gem in his hand was so colorful that each time he set it inside, it made the cone look like a different color, and gradually, the original dark metal surface changed more and more, and finally, it completely turned into a huge black golden metal.

"It's time to start experimenting."

After setting the last ruby and finishing it, he stood up and commanded.

Although he was not interested in the reward that Mezlos had said, it did not delay the construction of the battering ram, as it was about fighting the great enemy of the north.

After all this, the Charr became more and more desperate to defeat Morgoth.

And this is clearly not limited to hatred.