The lively and magical banquet lasted until midnight before ending.

Nothing unexpected happened, but during the banquet, several Nodo elves came to give many gifts, which made Charles wonder.

What they gave was not a special gift, but some exquisite trinkets and various strange stones that the Nodo elves loved. After Charles ordered the guard to put them away, he ignored them.

But before he could rest, he was invited by the dwarf king Azaghar with black braids to have a private talk.

Shire was a little surprised about this because he had already said everything he should have said, what could he say now?

However, he did not refuse, nor did he think that the other party would do anything unfavorable. After being invited, he happily went to the Dwarf King's hall to meet.

However, when he arrived at the hall and heard the first words of King Azaghar, he was stunned.

"King Nando was separated from his parents since childhood?"

"Yes." Charles replied. He didn't understand why the other party asked this.

"So do you remember who your personal parents are?" Standing on the carpet under the throne, the Dwarf King looked up at Charles in front of him with a serious look on his face.

Of course, Charles remembered it, but he claimed that he had never been impressed by it, so he shook his head when he heard this.

So the other party said something that surprised him.

"If my guess is correct, your father's name is Eor. Mother is Princess Arethir of the Nordo tribe."

The thick words were filled with a hint of affirmation.

Looking at the "dwarf" in front of him, although Charles knew that he was right, he still couldn't hide his doubts.

If you investigate him for a long time, it is actually easy to guess about his true origin. After all, there are few babies left in the entire elves, and the tragedy that happened to the elves more than 30 years ago is more famous.

It’s just a few, but it doesn’t mean there is no. The man in front of him can answer so firmly after meeting for the first time... Does he know something that he doesn’t know?

"No doubt, in fact, I've seen your father."

Facing Charles' suspicious gaze, Azaghar grinned: "Although you and him have many differences in appearance, they still have some similarities. He once mentioned to me that your eyes are black, and this feature is very rare in any group of elves."

This is true. Black-haired elves are very common, and even Nodo is generally dark-haired, but dark-haired and dark-eyed ones are very rare.

But this made Charles even more confused - his cheap dad with a lone personality, still has a friendship with this dwarf king who lives in the mountains?

The other party was also a little puzzled at this time. Because Charles was calm and did not have the excitement or doubt that he should have when he knew his biological father's identity.

Have you known it long ago?

This thought flashed through the Dwarf King's mind, but then he denied it.

Although elves under one year old can walk and talk, their memory cannot be as perfect as adult elves.

In the end, he could only classify Shire's calmness as a character, so he subconsciously glanced at Shire even higher.

"I have to say that it is a lucky thing for the Nando tribe to have you, the king."

He said, before Charles was modest, he walked a few steps behind his back and sighed: "Your father Eauer has experienced many pains, and his personality is inevitably very strange. But after he came to visit us a hundred years ago, I got along well with him and finally became a good friend."

"He has a strong forging talent, even better than most dwarves. At the same time, he can tolerate boredom and focus on forging. He is the best elf blacksmith I have ever seen."

Charles looked at the other person quietly without interrupting him, but he already knew it in his heart.

Eor does like to make irons very much. Charles still remembers that during the time he was born, two-thirds of that guy was soaked next to the blacksmith's stove in a day.

I think people who are so passionate about this know that dwarves, a race that is good at iron-making, cannot come to "seek scriptures". After a while, it is reasonable to be familiar with this dwarf king.

"So, he still lives in that forest?" This thought flashed through Charle's mind.

His "magic" back then only had a slight feedback, which made Charles vaguely know that his cheap father had escaped, but the specific situation was still unclear.

When Charles heard about him, he was quite comforted.

But the words of the Dwarf King made his good mood disappear.

"I really like to study the forging technology with him. In this regard, he can always come up with some new ideas that are beyond our expectations. You may not know that he even created a kind of black soft steel, as soft as leather, but with a hardness of steel... Unfortunately, since his disappearance, no one has forged that metal again."

The Dwarf King sighed, then pulled out a parchment scroll hidden inside his sleeve and handed it to Charles.

"I can be sure you are the offspring of Eor, so this Galvaun's forging method should be kept by you. It was handed over to me when I met Eor at the end. Unfortunately, I cannot thoroughly study the knowledge recorded above..."

At the end of his speech, he shook his head, obviously feeling regretful.

Shire subconsciously took the scroll, but did not open it, but frowned and asked, "Missing?"

“Yes, missing.”

The Dwarf King nodded, "He has been traveling around Berryand for years and hopes to find you. The last time I saw him was ten years ago. He gave me this scroll and left without saying goodbye. Maybe he went to the north, maybe the west, who knows, unfortunately, now you appeared in front of me, but he disappeared."

As he said that, the dwarf king with black braids finally raised his hand and patted Charles' arm. He did not look like a polite person between the kings, but instead looked like a neighbor with a good relationship.

"I think you should take the time to ask your mother Arethil in person. Maybe she knows where Eor went. I really hope he won't encounter any accidents. I miss the days when I made a sword with him and drank with him."

"By the way, your mother may have returned to her family territory, the mysterious hidden country that is circulating among your elves. It would probably not be easy for you to find her, alas, poor child."

"Putting aside the king's identity, if you are in trouble, you can come to me. Even if it is not for the friendship between our two tribes, I will provide you with help for your father."

He heard the last Shire thank him and listened to many suggestions from the dwarf king. Finally, he took the sheepskin scroll and walked towards the direction of the bedroom arranged by the dwarfs for him.

His steps seemed to be still flat, but his originally stretched brows were already frowning.

He chose to leave back then, but on the one hand, he was lost and couldn't find anyone, and on the other hand, he didn't want both parties to fall deeper into it, so he would break it.

However, if more tragedies are caused, it is obviously not what he hopes to see.

"Missing..."

Walking in the corridor under the guidance of the dwarf waiter, holding a soft and rough-sensing scroll. Charles chewed the word repeatedly, calming his mind became a little upset.
Chapter completed!