A shield is outlined on a slightly fluffy yellow parchment with ink lines.

The leaves are like trees, with a sharp bottom and a round gap on each side of the guard.

Many explanatory texts in Runi script are neatly written on the sides of the pattern, and the small angular black ink characters look beautiful and clear.

In the light of the golden lampstand, Charles looked at the "letter" and couldn't help but smile faintly.

It is said to be an apology, but in fact there is no old text on it, but only a "design drawing" of a shield.

Having previously studied the crafting of weapons and equipment with the dwarves, the charr was not ignorant of this knowledge.

After seeing this shield, he didn't need to look at those explanatory texts to understand what kind of convenience and effect this shield would have in actual combat.

However, these texts are not so much explanations as "intellectual displays".

Of course, the incompetently flaunting knowledge is disgusting, but the capable is admirable.

From this letter, it can be seen that the squad leader who has a rather stable memory is actually a master weapon designer.

Just to say that this apology is just a shield design is not true......

With a thought in his mind, Charles rummaged through the carved bedside table and found that King Singar's court butler had arranged his guest quite thoughtfully, and that it was full of ink, paper and pen.

So he spread out the parchment and began to write back a "letter".

The letter first reminisced with the other party, and then said that he was satisfied with the gift and had understood him, but finally the conversation changed to talk about the special environment and forest topography of the Land of the Seven Rivers, and the adaptability of this shield there......

After sprinkling a few hundred words, the paper was basically full.

Charles then placed it to dry in the warm yellow candlelight, and then prepared to find an opportunity to deliver the "letter of offer" to the other party.

That's right, the letter of retention.

Charles could understand the previous man's choice, and in fact he would have chosen it that way if it had been him. But the ass decides the head, he understands it, but he doesn't have a good impression of it.

Right now, he thinks this is a very interesting person.

However, Charles didn't pay much attention to it, and he didn't think he needed to take the initiative to inquire about the delivery address.

Because if he's right, he'll see the captain again before he leaves here.

But it doesn't matter if you're wrong, it's just a matter of writing a letter anyway, and it doesn't take much effort at all......

Thinking so, he subconsciously looked at everything around him.

"With pen and paper here, the houses that live here, and the people who are still digging here...... It seems a bit unsophisticated. ”

Muttering secretly, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

Charles's mind moved, and he guessed that Finrod, who had gone to visit a friend, had returned. But in the next moment, a voice from outside the door broke his thoughts.

"Lord Carnior, Daeron has come to visit."

The voice of the elves is generally very pleasant, but this one's voice is more tactful and melodious, and just listening to him seems to be a kind of uplifting enjoyment.

But hearing this voice, Charles felt a headache.

As soon as he raised his hand, the shadow stretched strangely, and the two parchment letters placed on the table curled up and rolled down into the open cabinet drawer.

At the same time, he had already gotten up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a slender black-haired elf with deep facial features and a silver vine-like forehead.

Dressed in a neat dark purple satin robe, the whole body reveals an elegant and romantic temperament.

After seeing Charles open the door, he politely stroked his chest and saluted, and then invited into the room.

"When I got back, I started trying what you said, but I couldn't find inspiration...... Lord Carnior, do you say that if I go to the Noldor Front in the north, will it help in this regard? ”

As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't wait to open his mouth.

But then before he could reply, his tone was sad: "But I really can't leave Her Royal Highness the Princess, without her, I am like a dried silver-leaf fish, I can't create any works at all, it feels too bad." ”

This is Princess Lucien's loyal suitor, so faithful that she has not given up after more than a thousand years of fruitless pursuit.

He had come to visit several times in the past few days, and Charles had already discovered this during their conversations.

Secretly lamenting the cruelty of fate, Charles replied: "The north is no different from other places, there has been no war there for a long time. ”

As he spoke, he coughed dryly, "If you really want to find inspiration, you can go to the southern part of Shagerion, where the humans once repelled a raid by the orcs. ”

"Shagherion? Is that the place where you used to be? That's a good idea...... By the way, I can also go to Estoralde, where the Haradins live now, not far from Doriath......"

The energetic words were full of joy, as if they had spied some secret.

In reality, however, what they are talking about is only about the inspiration for writing poetry.

This seemingly innocent fellow had actually visited Charles when he was still in the Land of the Seven Rivers.

It was an initial explosion of his fame.

Unlike the other visitors, however, the reason for this visitor's visit was not a potion, but a song.

The one he had "created" with magic at the Dwarven Banquet.

As the Shire became famous, so did the song, so much so that it drew the Sindar first bard to it.

That's right, as silly as it may seem, this is actually amazingly talented in some ways, and is recognized as a top singer by the elves.

This is a great honor for the elves who advocate music.

Not to mention that he was also the chief scholar of King Singar, and he invented the runi alphabet that Charles had just used to write.

So people can't be good-looking, if you want to talk about talent, Olophil may be a high-end talent, but this one is completely top-notch.

The first bard of the Sindar came for Charles' music, but Charr apparently didn't think he had any talent for it.

In fact, the song is not too beautiful, the elves are not talented, and many of the songs belong to the kind that the charr sounds amazing.

The form and intention of that piece are just quite prominent, or rather, because of the scarcity of wars in China at this time, this aspect of music is still in a blank area.

That's why the other party came, and he didn't know what stimulated him, so he always wanted to create a song like this. It's just that maybe because I haven't experienced war, I can't find inspiration.

He then wanted Charles to be involved in his work, but was refused.

However, instead of refusing, Charles offered him a solution, which was to go around the battlefields and "interview" some soldiers who had been through the war.

Obviously, judging from the current situation, this person has not gained much.

During the conversation, the elven scholar who was obsessed with art suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you know about Syros?" ”

Charles said he didn't know.

"He and I are friends and are also from the Nando ethnic group. You've been asking me about you lately. "He is very wise and highly regarded by His Majesty Singar, if you need it." I can introduce him to you. ”

The nascent Nando is still very weak, but Dorias is already an old kingdom, and there is much to learn from and borrow from it, and it is indeed more convenient to get in touch with important ministers other than the king at some times.

However, this kind of thing has always been managed by Kellebudir, and it is very troublesome. Although a little irresponsible, Charles is not in the mood to find trouble for himself.

……

While the two elves were talking about King Singar's advisor Cyros, the important minister from the Nando tribe was at this time receiving a brown-haired elf on the edge of the forest.

"Why did my father suddenly decide to settle in Mingni Kingdom?" He asked.

After the death of King Denethor of Nando, he defected to Dorias along with his father and many of the Elves of Nando.

It's just that most of Nando didn't live in the ring after his defection, but settled in a forest on the border, and his father was no exception.

Because of his rising status, Sailos invited him to come to the royal capital to settle down many times, but he was always refused, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to come at this time?

"I've heard that a lot of things have happened in China recently, so I'll take a look." The brown-haired elf replied.

In addition to being more mature, he looks similar in appearance to his son, with a deep and slightly old-fashioned face.

"It's really not peaceful recently, and the king is very strict in investigating the traitors." Syros nodded, and then his mind moved, and he couldn't help but be annoyed, "Could it be that one of those old fellows in Athorien is embarrassing you?" ”

Syros has a lot of respect for his father, not only because of family affection, but also because of wisdom.

He was able to climb to the position of Doriath's important minister, except for some cleverness, most of the reliance was on his father's secret advice to him, so that he gradually won the favor and respect of King Singar.

Therefore, whether it is public or private, Theros is very protective of his father, and he is not allowed to be wronged in the slightest.

"Not really." The elf named Isilbo smiled, his eyes scanning the mist wafting through the gaps in the surrounding forest, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"I'm just curious about the young King Nando."