How to send the converted power into a diamond?

This is a difficult problem that Shire has thought about for a long time.

He tried not to engrave the surface, but to put the power of will into the raw material, and then experimented with whether it could be made in another form, from the inside out, or something like that.

However, although it looks thorough, the gems are generally hard. If he can really do it, then killing people invisibly is a piece of cake for him.

In short, no matter how he tried, he could not let his will penetrate into the gem.

I originally thought this road was blocked, but I looked at my hair...

Although the hair is soft and not hard, it is obviously not easy to be able to attach special forces to it without destroying the hair.

So, can you get some inspiration on this?

At dinner, he was still thinking about this question.

...

Unlike his environment when he was in Slond and Dorias, Gondolin's life was very harmonious.

There is no necessary courtesy, nor does it take for visitors all day long.

Since coming here, except for the first banquet, Charles lived at his own pace.

Learn jewelry knowledge, accompany Arethir, say a few words to your cheap uncle during meals, and then return to rest.

Repeat the next day.

Without any official business disturbing him, the private "family" was basically peaceful.

Although he is a royal family of Gondolin, he actually only faces three elves in his daily life, Turgon, Idear, and Arethir.

Including himself, there are only four royal tribes here.

As the leader here, Turgon spends most of his time in the magnificent palace built by him, and the place where Arethir and Idol live is not inside the palace, but in a flat courtyard to its left, next to a towering white spire.

Basically, the only time they get together every day is dinner, and other times either Turgon is busy or Shire is invisible.

But when we get together, it is not always harmonious...

As a race with a long life span, elves rarely have unstable times, but it may be because of the government's unhappiness during the day and dinner is in progress. His Majesty of the King of Gondolin unconsciously glanced at a white kitten in his daughter's arms on his right.

"Italil, don't hold this cat on the dining table lately. I have a premonition that its hair shedding period may be coming."

Yizhuer, who was tasting the sweet pumpkin soup with a silver spoon, was stunned when he heard this, and then looked down at the kitten in his arms.

The little guy raised his paws and pulled her arm a few times, making a slight purr, so she looked up and said, "No, it said it will take a long time."

"Even if not, carrying a cat onto the dining table is not the etiquette. As a princess, walking naked with her feet all day is enough for the people to discuss, and you are like this-"

"Meow!"

"What is it talking about? Are it scolding me again?"

"My father wronged him, Pi'an said you were right. I also considered it's time to wear shoes. The temperature has become colder recently." Footing the little white cat's back, Yizhuer looked at his father with sincerity. Charles pricked his ears and listened, feeling that his cousin was so panicked that he was really calm.

Turgon's face cleared slightly when he heard this, then he looked at Arethier who was patiently making hot soup for Charles. He looked at Charles who was helpless beside her and coughed dryly.

"Carner, you should have more contact with the nobles in the city. So long has passed, except Rog, I have not seen you have more contact with other nobles. This is not enough. You can become a leader, and they have their own wisdom and abilities. Don't underestimate them."

Unexpectedly, Charles, who was running into his own, was a little unprepared for the sake of his defense, but after blinking, he nodded at Turgon.

In fact, he felt a little confused about this uncle. He clearly had a strong kindness towards him in his heart, but he always looked expressionless on the surface.

If Charles hadn't seen him smiling when he welcomed Fenrod, he would have thought the other party was a facial paralysis.

Turgon, who was obviously not sure about Charles' unique talent, thought that his uncle's majesty had been initially erected, and was secretly satisfied.

When Roger came to ask some time ago, he suddenly felt a little worried that he could not suppress this famous nephew. Now it seems that this little guy is quite honest...

"Has my father encountered something wrong?" Yizhuer's voice rang out at the right time.

Turgon sighed when he heard this: "Winter is coming soon. Ponlode said that this year's winter will be particularly cold, and the problem of heating in the city must be prepared early. However, the boundaries of our cutting have become deeper and deeper into the mountains. If this continues, our efforts will only continue to increase."

The elves are not sick, but it does not mean they are not afraid of the cold.

The mountains around Gondolin are densely covered with trees, but it is also a big project to keep warm for more than 100,000 people.

Idul had nothing to say about this, but in fact, since moving here, this problem has been encountered every year.

Although she wanted to help, she had no good idea after thinking about it, so she turned to look at Charles and changed the subject.

"Carner, what is the winter in Eredluine?"

"It feels like autumn," answered Charles: "It doesn't require extra heating, just wear a little more."

These words made the father and daughter look at each other.

In fact, the closer Middle Earth is to the north at this time, the colder it is, or in other words, the closer it is to Angban, the longer it lasts for winter.

Therefore, some of the elves' statements about Morgoth are actually based on facts.

The Kingdom of Charles is located in the southeast corner of Berreand, very far from the north, and obviously does not have this kind of trouble.

But he still couldn't help but mention it.

"It is very inconvenient to collect and manufacture charcoal and wood, right? Why don't you use black ore?"

"Black ore?" Turgon was puzzled.

"It is a kind of ore that can be burned. In the Blue Mountains, the ground is very cold. This kind of stone is often lit in the dwarf's hall. They also like to use black ore to smel metal."

Charles replied, and after he said that, he suddenly realized that only the dwarfs in the mountains were good at digging and using that thing, and he had never seen it anywhere else.

The black ore is somewhat similar to the coal he remembers, but it is even more peculiar.

Charles felt that if there was this thing, the things that Turgon was upset with should be solved.

He didn't have much research on finding this type of ore, but if he read it correctly before coming, it seemed that there was a very obvious open-pit vein. I don't know if it was...

Thoughtful Charles didn't say anything more, and Turgon didn't ask much.

Some dwarves do not mean there are also them here. Although they sound useful, they have no hope.

After ending this topic, he talked about another thing.

"I have found you a teacher who teaches language and writing. When you have time to take care of other things, you can take my letter of introduction to him."

"Which scholar is it?" Before Charles could speak, Aritiel, who had been paying attention to such matters, asked.

"Pongoloz."

"He." Arethil nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly looked at Charles, his eyes flashing with joy.

"What's wrong?" Charles was a little confused.

Arethier shook his head and said nothing, but suddenly said in a low voice: "It would be great if your father was here, he would be as happy as me."

The atmosphere on the dining table became dull, but it became active in a short while.

Yizhuer smiled and talked about some interesting stories in the city, while Turgun rarely spoke and echoed a few times. After the meal, Arethir was taken to embroidery by his niece, while Charles was called to the open space outside to communicate with his cheap uncle to practice sword skills.

The cold moonlight shone down, but everything in the courtyard began to become more and more lively.
Chapter completed!