If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Charles wouldn't have believed that a guy with a brown hair and blue eyes, a rough appearance like a dwarf, a big beard, and even a little dull personality would be a Vera.

However, his keen senses told himself that he was indeed a Vera, and he was quite powerful.

Although no matter how he looks, he can't tell how powerful the person sitting opposite him is...

Of course, Charles didn't look at the other person now, but looked at his hands, or the things in his hands.

This is a dagger that looks quite ancient. The dagger has not been cut, but the silver patterns on it are very ferocious.

This dagger looks similar to the one he cast at Heathlum ten years ago, a dagger that could explode after stabbing into the enemy's body...

"How about it?"

The expectant voice asked, the sound was calm and heavy, but it seemed a little anxious.

After hearing the sound, Charles looked up at the guy sitting opposite him and coughed dryly, "The shape, appearance and even function may be the same, but the actual casting method is not my method at all, it..."

Shaking his head, Charles didn't say anything.

What he wanted to say was that this dagger was actually just a copy made with such a huge power, with no artistic or relevance at all.

However, thinking about the identity of the person opposite, he decided to give him some face.

Although it was not mentioned, after seeing this, Charles immediately discovered that he was not an ordinary elf, not even Maiya, but Vera.

This is mainly because he once met a Villa, so he could feel it vaguely after he came to visit last month.

However, since the other party did not mention who he was, Charles pretended not to know. Otherwise, he would have to treat him politely.

"How could it not be cast?"

After hearing what Charles said, the other party did not defend himself, but was quite depressed.

"There are weapons in this world that I can't cast?" He murmured, but his eyes looked at Charles again, "Can you still..."

"no problem."

Before he could finish speaking, Charles happily took out a ruby ​​with a deep halo and placed it on the table.

Then before the other party was about to stop speaking, he took out a silver dagger wrapped in unique textures and a silver ring inlaid with green agate.

“Are these enough?”

"Enough, you are such a generous king." The other party quickly replied, then thought for a while, took off a ring in his hand and handed it to Charles.

"But you can't be a disadvantage. Last time I said I would give you a reward when I learned this secret forging method with you. This is a ring I made in the early years, and it may be helpful to you."

The bronze color is like a copper ring, with no decorative patterns on it.

Just looking at the appearance, Charles actually couldn't see how this ring could help him. But he was not polite or refused.

What Vera gave me wouldn't be simple, right?

I talked about some topics about forging, and finally the man said goodbye and left.

However, he did not leave Qihe, but lived in the gathering place on the other side of the river bank.

Because there are many outsiders in recent years, hotels have been built there for travelers to stay.

He can borrow various forged equipment there, if he needs it…

Because of this delay, it was already very late. The starry sky was covered by clouds and the moon rose quietly, but Charles did not give up the schedule that should have been ongoing.

After putting the copper ring on his left ring finger, he walked out of the house and rushed towards the gathering place across the river.

Calebdill, who had always been busier than him during this period, quietly arrived.

"The dwarves on the island are very hardworking. If this continues, it should be built in about fifteen years."

"No accident happened recently, right?"

"No, as long as you have wine, the dwarves are honest, but they have been obsessed with tobacco lately, so I want to......"

As they chatted, they had arrived at the gathering place that seemed to be a town.

The night did not bother the elves much. The buildings on both sides of the street paved with stone bricks were hung with wooden lanterns with silver light.

The light echoes the moonlight that appears in the sky from time to time, and looks like small moons falling into the mortal world.

This is the creation of Charles. Its effect is not as strong as that of a luminous diamond, but it is more beautiful than an atmosphere...

While walking, they talked about various domestic government affairs. Because there was a team of king guards behind them, many elves recognized Charles, and the sounds of salutes and greetings continued.

"That's your daughter, right?" When passing by a clearing, Charles saw a petite figure training with a group of soldiers, and couldn't help but look at Calebdill.

"The child is ignorant and yells all day long to join the guard." Looking at the relatively thin figure, Calebdill shook his head.

"It's really unreasonable. How can a girl play with a sword and a gun?"

"Isn't this just one?" Shir smiled when he heard this.

The little guy who used to be very tangled now looks like a girl, and he is no longer as harsh as before. Maybe he knows how to be reserved.

With emotion, they continued to walk. But within a moment, a sound full of surprise suddenly came.

"Brother Charles!"

This name stunned Charles.

Because the elves I encountered at this time basically called him Caner, but few people called him the name again.

Turning around, I saw a tall woman with long brown hair waving and greeting her not far away.

The light of the moonlight lantern was scattered on her, making her look full of vitality.

The woman who ran over then showed a heroic face. She looked familiar but was a human.

Charles had some vague guesses.

"You are from the Haradin..." He looked at the relatively simple dress of this man, and then looked at the group of similar people following her.

"I am Halieth, my father is Haldard, and my mother is Haldo." The other party hurriedly explained: "Our family and you... were once neighbors."

As she said that, she could not help but blink when she saw Charles' young look at the moment.

The elves have always had good memory, and Shire's memory is better than that of ordinary elves, so the names she said directly reminded him of who this person was.

The daughter of his deceased human friend Haldot, when the disaster happened, seemed to be just a young man of one or two years old?

However, the person in front of him is more than 1.8 meters tall, with short shoulder-length hair, beautiful and heroic face, and looks much smaller than the other party.

There was a feeling of meeting old friends, which made Charles unconsciously recall his past life.

Although it is still young, it is obvious that the elves' characteristics that are often troubled by memories have begun to appear.

"How is your father?"

"It's pretty good. He always talks about you. Now he is the most powerful pharmacist in our clan. He always misses his mother. My brother and I want him to marry another wife, but he always disagrees..."

They chatted and sighed a lot about the past.

But before long, this person hurriedly said goodbye, maybe there was something urgent.

Charles waved goodbye to him, but when the other party walked away, he was not as anxious as he had just separated, but his face was dim.

"He is still so young, but maybe I'll be an old lady when I meet again next time." Halies and his companions said, with his expression full of sadness.

"Do you love him?" his companion asked.
Chapter completed!