"At that time we were about to stab the lizard larva to death, but a she-cannibal who was ten feet tall suddenly jumped out. Drool was shocked, but his courage suddenly ignited from my body. Then I jumped up and the monster ran away with tears and blood... "

"You are so brave."

"Of course, I have always been called the brave Diljar"

"But that's not what Rodel said, he said-"

"No doubt, he must be lying."

...

The faint voice of dialogue floated from the flat street outside the window, from left to right, and the sound gradually drifted away with the steps.

But this conversation was not the most obvious sound around.

Sitting in a two-story building serving as a library in the middle of the town, Shire, who was sitting in front of his desk, could hear all kinds of noises.

The continuous sound of flutes and harp, loud or ethereal songs, happy and joyful conversations, and applause and cheers at times.

Looking up along the window ahead, you can clearly see that the whole town is brightly lit under the dim night.

The light of various colors shines like thousands of crystal bright jewelry on the ocean beach, reflecting the ripples of the river bank near the Abdullant River reflecting the hazy and dazzling colors, looking beautiful as if the galaxy is descending in the sky.

This was the fourth day of Linton's army's return from the north. Although the official celebrations had been held, various folk celebrations were not actually over.

Countless heroic existences emerged during the great battle. They returned with honor, and the singing of praise spread throughout the corners of Qihe River.

Morgoth's defeat seemed to make all the elves think that there would be no darkness in Middle Earth again. Some bards even threatened to go to the ruins of the demon cave to observe with their own eyes to experience the magnificence and honor of the war called the ending.

They may not really go, but it is enough to show how they are feeling at this time.

Shire did not participate in the people's celebration. Although he was also happy about the end of the war, he was disturbed by another thing at this time.

"You are not the creator, nor are you any existence I know. Your power transcends the rules of the world, is not controlled, nor is it foreseeable. It can be said that you are the source of chaos and the enemy of order."

Recalling the special conversation in Angban and the subsequent "deal", Charles shook his head, then lowered his head and began to write again.

At this time, he was writing a book about the development of the kingdom and management. He did not have a clear order. It was basically all kinds of theoretical knowledge - derived from his memory before he was born in this world.

"I hope you can use it."

Murmuring, the last comment book that was scribbled after three days was made.

Then he looked at a thick stack of sheepskin books by the desk.

These are his works written in his spare time, about metal secret literature, about pharmacy, and even jewelry polishing and spells.

However, after pondering for a while, he suddenly stood up and moved all this into the illuminated brazier nearby.

The heavy and thick parchment book suddenly allowed the originally burning brazier to shrink its light, but as Charles looked down, the dim flame revitalized, and finally ignited the stack of bee pupae, and the flame became more and more vigorous.

The burnt black smoke was thriving and spreading, and a guard at the door asked, but Shire passed by perfunctorily.

He stared at the flames in front of him until he saw that there was only some dust left inside the brazier.

At this point, all the records of the knowledge he left behind in Qi Hanoi disappeared. Only what had just been written and some of the inseparable things remained in the memories of many elves.

I was a little stunned. It was not just because of the burnt books, but also some other things.

So much so that when a girl in black tight armor knocked in the door, he said something strange to the other party.

"If one day the darkness reappears, then I hope you can face it with it strongly. If possible, you should help more fellow tribes."

"If that day comes, I will be your Majesty's eternal sword and shield, and I will follow His Majesty to the death and clear away all evil for you!"

The pretty girl with straight body responded loudly, and her beautiful emerald green eyes were filled with admiration and yearning.

This made Charles laugh. He waved his hand, turned around and walked to the chair not far away to pick up a white glove, and spoke at the same time.

"You girl was still funny when you were a child, but now you are not cute."

These words made the girl pursed her lips and defended her: "Grandfather said that she could be unruly in childhood, but she must be polite when she is an adult!"

"Who made this rule?"

Shire didn't comment on this, put on his gloves and walked out of the house.

"Let's go, it's time to work."

The elf girl followed obediently after hearing this, and there were other black-armored guards waiting.

Kelebdill's granddaughter Ning Luowei has been participating in training in recent years. Recently, she finally passed the relevant assessment and was included in the King's Guard by Charles's guard captain Conui. It was actually her first time just now.

So much so that after she really started her health care career, she was still feeling uncomfortable.

The large number of cheers and applause that suddenly burst out with Charles appeared on the streets could be called a roar. At the same time, the sound obviously attracted the attention of the elves who were originally busy with their own things, so countless people gathered unconsciously.

Compared to daytime, the elves prefer nighttime activities, and this is the first time the king has made his debut since his return to the tour, and even the momentum has been very large.

As we moved forward, the streets were constantly making way ahead, but the cheers did not stop, but instead became noisy.

Countless voices gathered, and waves continued to set off in the town on the bank of the Abdul Lant River. The people were very enthusiastic about the appearance of their kings. When the team passed by, they presented their carefully woven garlands on both sides of the road or in the center.

Every face reveals admiration, and every cheer contains joy.

Although the Northern War was a large number of Middle-earth troops fighting to the death, the most important battle relied entirely on their kings. This was a matter that made all the elves praise and all the people of Linton were honored!

Charles walked the entire circle on the sea of ​​garlands and the road of cheering, but after the inspection, he did not stop, but walked towards other areas of Qihe River.

Duilwin River, Buliersor River, Legolin River, Shalos River...

At first, he was just walking in the gathering place, but after leaving the town, he began to ride a white deer and slowly advance. The dark woodlands came into his eyes one after another. The stream was clear and the grass and trees were dense. As he continued to patrol, the grass and trees seemed to stretch their branches and leaves faintly, emitting more vitality.

Many people followed him spontaneously.

A group of birds flew past the sky. In the forest, the team slowly moving forward with a light in the hand illuminated lights is like a long woven brocade, accompanying the leading white figure, stretching and spreading, forming a quiet and ancient elf walking scroll.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and this scroll spreads throughout the Qihe River.

Countless whistles blew up the melodious horns, and the troops stationed in various places were reorganized to welcome the inspection of the great king with the best appearance.

At first, the elves did not know why their king suddenly started this large-scale inspection, but as the journey continued to pass, as the team appeared in one abandoned or crowded village after another, the elves following behind suddenly realized and then fell silent.

That was the hometown of many dead soldiers who had returned after Lindon sent troops!

Blood and fire have forged the path of civilization's growth. Survivors have returned with honor and received many praises, but the dead are more worthy of singing.

The Elf King seemed to be telling his people with actions that they should not be forgotten.
Chapter completed!