A shield was drawn on the slightly soft yellow parchment paper with ink lines.

The leaves look like sharp at the bottom, and there is a circle on each side of the handle.

Many explanatory words composed of Runician are neatly written on the side of this pattern, and the small black ink words with clear edges look graceful and clear.

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

It was said to be an apology, but in fact there was no narration on it, but it was just a "design drawing" of a shield.

Because he had learned the production of weapons and equipment from the Dwarves before, Shire was not ignorant of this knowledge.

After seeing this shield, he could already understand what kind of convenience and effect the shield would have in actual combat without looking at the explanatory text.

However, these words are not so much an explanation as "showing off knowledge".

Of course, those who are not capable of showing off their knowledge are disgusting, but those who are capable are appreciated.

It can be seen from this letter that the team leader who was quite steady in his memory was actually a weapon design master.

Just to say that this apology is just a shield design, that's not all...

Thoughts flashed in his mind. Charles looked in the carved bedside table and found that King Xinge's palace minister had made a very thoughtful arrangement for his guest, and he had all the ink, paper and pen inside.

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

The letter first reminisced with the other party, and then expressed that he was very satisfied with the gift and had already understood him. But in the end, he changed the subject and talked about the special environment and forest land of the Seven Rivers, as well as the adaptability of this shield there...

After sprinkling hundreds of words, the paper was basically full.

Shire then placed it in the warm yellow candlelight and dried it, and then prepared to find an opportunity to deliver the "hire letter" to the other party.

Yes, the letter of employment.

Charles could understand the previous choice, but in fact he would choose that too. But his butt determines his head. However, he understood it, but he had no good feelings for it.

Now he thinks this person is a very interesting elf.

However, Charles didn't care much about this matter, nor did he think he needed to ask for the delivery address on his own initiative.

Because if he was right, then he would definitely see the team leader again before leaving here.

But if you think it wrong, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just a skill to write a letter, and it doesn't take any effort...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at everything around him.

"With paper and pen here, living in the house here, and the people who are still digging here... it seems a bit unprotective."

He muttered secretly, and a knock suddenly came from the door behind him.

Charles thought about it and guessed that Fenrod, who had been to visit his friend, had returned. But the next moment, the sound from outside the door broke his thoughts.

"Mr. Carner, Delon is here to visit."

The voices of the elves are generally very pleasant, but this person's voice is more melodious and melodious. Just listening to his words makes him feel like he is striving for progress.

However, when he heard this sound, Charles felt a headache.

He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the shadow was strangely stretched. The two sheepskin letters placed on the table suddenly curled up and rolled into the open cabinet drawer.

He had already gotten up and went to open the door.

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

He was wearing a neat dark purple satin robe, and his whole body showed an elegant and romantic temperament.

After seeing Charles open the door, the man politely bowed his chest and was invited into the room.

"After I went back, I started to try the method you said, but I could never find the inspiration... Lord Canier, would this be helpful if I went to the North Nodo Front to investigate?"

As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't wait to speak.

But before he could reply, his tone felt sad: "But I really couldn't bear to leave His Highness the Princess. Without her, I was like a dried silver leaf fish, and I couldn't create any works at all. That felt so bad."

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

He has come to visit several times these days, and Charles has discovered this during the conversation.

Secretly sighing at the cruelty of fate, Charles replied: "There is no difference in the north and other places. There has been no war there for a long time."

As he said that, he coughed dryly, "If you really want to find inspiration, you can go to the southern part of Shaguillian, where humans have repelled a raid from the orcs."

"Sagherian? That's the place you've been to once? This is a good idea... By the way, I can also go to Estorad, where the Haradians live now, not far from Dorias..."

The vibrant words are filled with joy, as if they have seen some secrets.

However, what they said at this time was just about inspiration for creating poetry.

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

It was a period of initial outbreak in his reputation.

However, unlike other visitors, the reason why this person went there was not a potion, but a song.

It is the one he "created" with magic at the Dwarf's banquet.

As Charles' reputation spread, the song gradually spread, which attracted the first minstrel of the Sinda clan.

That's right, although he looks a little silly, in fact, this person has amazing talent in some aspects and is recognized as the top singer of the Elf.

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

Not to mention that he is also the chief scholar of King Singge, and he invented the letter Rune that Charles just used to write.

So people should not behave like a person. When it comes to talent, Olophael may be a high-end talent, but this one is completely top-notch.

The first minstrel of the Cinda tribe came for Charles' music, but Charles obviously did not think he had any talent for it.

In fact, that song is not too beautiful. The elves' musical talent is not played, and many of them belong to the kind that Charles sounds amazing.

The song was just that the form and intention were quite prominent, or that because of the scarcity of war in Middle-earth at this time, the music in this area was still in a blank area.

The other party came because of this, and he didn't know what was stimulating, so he always wanted to create a song like this. It was just that because he had never experienced the war, he could never find inspiration.

Then he hoped that Shire would participate in his creation, but unfortunately he was rejected.

However, in addition to refusing, Charles provided him with a solution, which was to go to various battlefields and "interview" some soldiers who had experienced the war.

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

During the conversation, the elf scholar who was obsessed with art suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you know Celos?"

Shire said he didn't know.

"He and I are friends, and are also from the Nando tribe. I have asked me about you recently." said Delon. "He is very wise and highly valued by His Majesty Singer. If you need it, I can introduce him to you."

The new Nando is still weak, but Dorias is already an old kingdom. There are many things worth learning from and leveraging. It is indeed more convenient to establish relationships with important officials other than the king.

However, such things have always been managed by Keleb Deer, and they are very troublesome. Although they are a little irresponsible, Charles is not in the mood to find trouble for himself.

...

Just as the two elves talked about King Singer's adviser Selos, this important official from the Nando tribe was strangely receiving a brown-haired elves on the forest border.

"Why did my father suddenly decide to settle in Mingniguos?" he asked.

After the death of King Denethor of Nando, he and his father and many Nando elves joined Dorias together.

However, after resigning, most Nando did not live in the ring belt, but settled in a forest on the border, and his father was no exception.

Because of his increasing status, Cellos invited him to come to the capital many times, but he was rejected. Unexpectedly, he actually came here at this time?

"I heard that there have been many things in China recently, so I'll take a look." The brown-haired elf replied.

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

"It's really not peaceful recently. The king has investigated the traitor very strictly." Selos nodded, then his mind moved and couldn't help but be angry, "Is it anyone of the old guys Asorian who made things difficult for you?"

Cellos respects his father very much, not only because of family affection, but also wisdom.

He was able to climb to the position of Dorias's important minister, except for some cleverness, most of the people he relied on was his father's secret advice for him, and then he gradually won the favor and respect of King Xinge.

Therefore, whether it is public or private, Theros is very protective of his father, and he is not allowed to suffer any grievances.

"That's not." The elf named Isirbo said with a smile, his eyes swept into some mist floating in the gaps between the forests around him, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

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