The passage of time has turned the middle-aged widow who once looked a little feminine and turned into an old widow with gray hair and a little messy hair. Her body leaning against the corner of the bed is also very hunched.

She is very old, and is clear and obvious under the sunlight outside the side window of the bed.

The only pretty blue eyes, which was now quite turbid and dim, were staring at the boy who was lowering his head and stirring the liquid in the cup with a spoon to dispel heat, his voice was faint.

"I originally wanted to adopt you to support me for my retirement. Who knows that you have never grown up, and you can't grow up no matter how you grow up. I have slaughtered you for the rest of my life, but I can't even know what you look like when you grow up... Old Ma Ruier always laughed at me, but you know a lot, and later he was very envious. Before he died, he told me that it was a pity that it was not possible to call you his son-in-law." She murmured, a smile flashing across her face.

But then, she curled her smile and looked at Charles nervously.

"Will you blame me for not finding elf parents for you? Do you?" she asked, holding the corner of Shire's clothes tightly with her hands, her eyes longing and scared.

"You know." Charles shook his head without raising his head. This was his own decision.

Seeing this, Harovi felt relieved.

"After I die, you go to the north, where there are elves and elves. I know, I will feel at ease when you go to find elves' parents."

Shier, who was stirring a cup of Chinese medicine, paused when he heard the sound, then looked up and smiled at her.

"Don't talk nonsense, you can't die."

After twenty years of getting along, even if Charles is cold-blooded, he will inevitably have feelings for this poor widow.

"They all said that the potion you made was very useful, but your medicine could not cure the disease." Seeing that Charles looked sad, the old widow murmured, "Humans are different from elves. They will get sick and die. Don't be sad, I--."

Her words were interrupted by a sudden cough. The pain of Charles was frowning when he looked at her bed, and then she stood up and patted her back.

It took a long time for the old widow to recover from her cough and collapsed on the bed. The thick animal skin and quilt seemed to be unable to dispel the cold that emanated from the inside of her body, so that her originally slightly rosy cheeks were quickly replaced by paleness.

But her hand that suddenly grabbed Charle's arm was particularly tight.

"Remember my words, go find them, remember my words..."

The thin hands, tightly squeezing, finally slowly let go until Charles kept saying a word, and then she fell into a drowsy situation and her body trembled slightly. But her pale and cracked mouth still murmured the thoughts that she couldn't let go.

"Remember my words, remember my words, go find... Remember me..."

In the end, she couldn't resist physical and mental fatigue and fell asleep.

Sitting at the head of the bed, Charle had thick eyebrows tightly frowned, and placed a cup of homemade nutritional decoction in his hand on a nearby table. He then tucked the corners of his adoptive mother, observed for a while, and then combed her messy white hair.

After a while, he looked at the wrinkled old face in front of him, bitter, heartache, unwilling to accept... A lot of emotions gathered together, forming a touch of sourness that rushed straight into his nose, which made him take a deep breath.

Then he stood up, rubbed his nose with an unnaturally expression, and smiled bitterly.

"Fellowship is really a troublesome thing. If I had known this, I would have chosen not to contact you... But if I had to go back twenty years ago, I might be happier that you are young, and then come here happily with you?"

He stood quietly in place for a long time before he suddenly turned around and walked outside.

At this moment, a handsome brown-haired man was standing at the door. When he saw Char walking out, he hurriedly greeted him in a low voice.

This is the son-in-law of his neighbor Marille's family and an acquaintance of Charles for twenty years.

In fact, although Charles usually doesn't show anything, he still made achievements here for so long. After all, he always stays here without any rewards.

This reward is a therapeutic agent.

After plundering past memories, I wasted a long time before finally using the "therapeutic" agents I tried to prepare from local plants. The effect was actually not perfect, but it could speed up the healing of external injuries and disinfection.

But this alone is enough to greatly increase Charle's reputation in this gathering place.

The current survival methods of the Haradin humans are mainly based on the mountains to eat and hunt. When entering the huge and mysterious forest, they are always in danger. Many people die on the spot, but more people die of wounds afterwards.

With Shire's potion, the death and injury have been reduced by at least two-thirds over the years!

Otherwise, his identity as a young elf child would have been exposed by someone else, instead of staying here for so long—

Although the Haradin tribe did not contact the elves, they also knew the elves' power. If they hadn't been reluctant to give up Shir's ability, they would have been brave enough to go and inform.

The treatment agent is quite successful, but there is no clue about other problems, so when faced with various diseases that humans suffer from when they are old, Charles feels powerless.

The favor of fate is unbearable, but without the luck and opportunity that goes against the will, it is difficult for normal people to make their lives come true.

...

Leaving the house and arriving in a cave laboratory that was excavated at the bottom of the hill, he then started to get busy with bottles and jars.

The young elf with a slightly thin figure was extremely focused. He kept pounding and squeezing the medicinal plants of various shapes into juice, and then used the essence of these plants to test them on rabbits or other small animals that they caught to verify the medicinal properties.

So much so that after half a day, there were four or five rabbits and mice that were poisoned by him.

He was not proficient in pharmacy, and at the beginning he had only had some memories he had swallowed.

Now this behavior is not called research and development, but only when matching the medicinal materials in this world with the performance of some medicines in his memory.

Different worlds, different names, and different growth environments, and more importantly, the appearance is also different.

It is obvious that this is a huge project, and it is not clear how many plants there are in this world, but over the years, Charles has tried it and has only barely collected a therapeutic formula.

The big son-in-law of the Maruier family helped him stay here - Shire's medicine once helped his father survive an injury that should have been dead. He has been staying with Shire since then.

However, they were busy for most of the day and did not try to come up with new formulas or even match the medicinal materials.

In a strange world, all medicinal materials and manufacturing processes in the formula that do not require spiritual assistance in memory need to be constantly matched and run-in, and it is not so simple to create.

Without any clues, Charles turned to studying his own mental ability that was still not effective, but there was no feedback at all.

Three days later, the old widow who had run out of life passed away.

Hundreds of people gathered here to help the elderly bury. If there weren’t too many people, there would have been more.

This is a rare thing for the Haradinians who are introverted and have less than 10,000 people.

Afterwards, Shire did nothing for a month, including matching potions, exploring talents, including his persistence in practicing swordsmanship and shooting skills for more than ten years.

...

A month later, he began to do experiments frantically, vowing to prepare a drug that can cure diseases.

...

Three years later, a local drug named after the old widow, named after the old widow, was finally developed. After the results of verification, the entire Haradinian human race caused a complete sensation!

Chatter disease, a disease similar to pneumonia, is a powerful disease that plagues the Haradians and even the entire human race. Humans who die every year account for one-fifth of all the deaths.

And now there are potions that can cure it, which means it is self-evident!

However, at this moment, no one, including Shire, would have thought about what this curative agent means to the entire human race.

In the vast and vast river of history, hundreds of millions of human beings were inspired, affected, and rescued directly or indirectly, and the changes caused have even affected the entire human history.

Because this is the earliest cure medicine born in the entire Middle Earth and even the entire Arda world!

Therefore, Charles was called Uralchi by later scholars, and the ancient Harada meaning the Star of Life.

However, for the current Shire, he developed this medicine just to express grief and untie the knot.

In fact, as a elves who never get sick, he made this potion without any effect on him personally.

...

Just as Charles was busy with things related to the potion, something that seemed to have nothing to do with him happened far away in Estorad, the other two human races gathered.

As a new group with no grudges with the great enemy Morgoth, the heads of the other two human tribes gathered together to discuss whether they needed to truly participate in the open and secret struggle between the elves and the northern Angban.

Some people agree with this, believing that the dark enemy is the common enemy of all creatures in Middle-earth.

Some people object, believing that humans should not fight for hatred that does not belong to their own clan.

Then just as they were each other's own opinions, the demon shadow quietly got into it began to sow discord, hoping to instigate humans to stand opposite to the elves or remain neutral.

Unfortunately, his conspiracy was unfortunately discovered, and many swaying people joined the elves in anger and fought against him.

Morgoth, who was truly located deep in the underground of Angban, was so angry that he decided to let these ungrateful humans see his power.
Chapter completed!