Before the news of Berreand's sinking came, Charles was writing a book related to occultism in a simple but refreshing and clean room.

The surrounding light was bright, and sitting on a chair made of wickers, the pages of the books on the nanmu table in front of me were slightly whispered, which was a breeze blowing in from the half-open wooden window in front of the table.

Outside the window is a quiet courtyard with a large oak tree and a stone table fountain.

The sound of the slim quill brushes and the white paper rubbing, and the crisp sound of birds singing outside the window accompanied it, making the atmosphere inside and outside the study room look very quiet at this time.

It was 156 years since he came to the West, but the long years did not bring much external changes to Charles.

She wore a silver robe with a slightly classic style, with a clean and handsome face, and her black hair was still neatly bound by a silver forehead ornament, and her black and slender glowed with a psychedelic luster.

Only the dark eyes became deeper and deeper, and when he lowered his head to concentrate on the work in his hands, it was filled with a mystery like the vast starry sky.

"The secret fire that may have been ignited has always existed in our hearts. Emotional fluctuations will splash faint sparks and guide it, which will become a force that affects the world. This is our talent, but instinct alone cannot fully utilize this talent, so the original spell was born, and we... the magnificent creation movement... This must be a long process that requires continuous research and practice."

...

Writing slowly, the exquisite Tenggerwa word was drawn down the last one, and Charles then put down the quill in his hand.

He raised his fingers and gently brushed it, a warm wind blew with some red Mars light, and the originally wet ink trace became dry and smooth.

He looked up at the window that was clear and clear. After thinking about it, he picked up another unfinished book on his desk, opened it until the end, and started to work hard again.

"As to the question of why the souls who refuse to call Westerners after death tend toward darkness, one guess is that although the body is the source of desire, it is also the guarantee of our self-control."

"Without the limitations of the body, our belief that was originally full of self-control may gradually collapse, and eventually lose all beneficial obstacles, causing any tiny evil thoughts to be amplified and even drive the soul to act, and finally plant bad consequences. However, because there is no body, unless we see some scenes that can touch past memories, the ghost will most likely not grow—]

This passage was interrupted before it was finished.

In the quiet atmosphere, the door not far away was suddenly knocked open by two small figures. Shir paused to hold the pen and looked at the messy strokes on the pages, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

The playful and noisy sounds sounded from behind.

"Look, Father, I caught a cuckoo!"

"Let it go, you'll almost strangle it to death!"

"But didn't you say that this kind of bird is very unfair?"

The little girl who spoke strangely retorted, but also obediently let go of her hands.

So the bird with the pinched feathers in her hand, which shrunk, flapped its wings and rushed out of the window, leaving a piece of gray feathers on the way.

The little girl with long black hair and similar appearance to Charles pulled towards Charles's clothes, but when her hands passed by, she directly touched the air, so she couldn't help but pursed her mouth.

"Don't you love me anymore? Why can't I touch you again?"

"Yes, I don't love you anymore because you're too noisy." Charles answered seriously, and raised his hand to touch the forehead of another little girl who had quietly come over. So the little guy who had been quiet couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably.

"You see how well your sister is, she doesn't always cause trouble for me."

These words made the seemingly quiet little guy smile with a smug smile and secretly gesture to the sister opposite him, so the little girl who was already a little depressed immediately pursed her mouth.

"You really have a bias!"

After a loud snorting, she turned around and ran out the door.

However, her calves just stepped past the door and suddenly hit a figure that happened to enter.

It was Lucien in a beautiful blue dress. The long-term years also brought no changes to her, but her temperament was more mature.

After being hit, she squatted down and asked strangely.

"Little Que'er, where are you going?"

"I don't know, I'm leaving here anyway!"

"Okay, have fun, but don't go to the back mountain to smack the honeycomb."

"I can't be happy!" The girl said, but her eyes turned, as if she had thought of some good idea, so she couldn't wait to leave her mother's arms and run away.

"Go and watch your sister, don't tell her to run around."

Charles said to his second daughter who was holding her thighs. So the little guy nodded sensibly and ran out.

The remaining two elves looked at each other and laughed at each other. Then the former queen, who had previously acted in a loving motherly manner, sighed and complained.

"I really regret giving birth to them, it's so noisy."

"It's better to be bigger, it's actually great now." Shire, who was sitting on the chair, answered with a smile.

"Actually, it's not a pity." Lucien said, and after walking up to snuggle in her husband's arms, he took a comfortable breath, and then murmured: "I just miss the time when we were only here."

"When they become adults, they will return to what they used to be."

"That's more than thirty years...or longer?"

"The latter has a very high chance..."

...

They said, and a white bird suddenly flew out of the window. It held a rolled brown-yellow scroll in its mouth, fluttered its wings a few times, landed on the table and put it down, then raised its head and shouted.

"Call me, hit me!"

Its scream was quite funny. Charles raised his hand and gave the bird a broken head, so he saw the bird fly away happily.

"This is masochist."

Shaking his head, Charles picked up the scroll and spread it out, his eyes narrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that he had no sound for a while, Lucyn looked at him with a strange look in his arms.

"Nothing." Charles rolled up the scroll, thought for a while, and said, "I have a gift for you."

"What gift?"

Without responding, he turned around and waved to a corner cabinet in the room, and immediately a brown wooden box carved with beautiful patterns flew out there.

When it falls in your hand and opens it, the beautiful and gorgeous light blooms.

"Elf Diamond? This..." Lucien's voice was full of surprise, and his eyes stared at the silver diamond-inlaid necklace in the box that was close to him.

"I still remember you said you liked these diamonds very much, so I deliberately put them away."

Charles replied, seeing the elf in his arms full of doubt, he couldn't help but smile.

"Why, after defeating Morgoth, have you never thought about where the two remaining diamonds in his crown went?"

"Of course I thought about it, but I originally thought it was Vera's..."

She was interrupted by the other party halfway through her words, and then she saw Char holding the necklace with diamonds inlaid on his wife's white neck. After looking at it for a few seconds, he nodded with satisfaction.

"The fate it carries has disappeared and there will be no more trouble."

He looked normal when he said this, but he sighed secretly.

Berreander sank, everything that was once familiar disappeared, and what was left at this moment was the memory in my mind.

"Have your father not decided to resurrect?" he asked instead.

"My father is very stubborn and always feels ashamed to see the people of the past, but his mother said he was a little shaken."

With his fingers gently brushing the necklace on his neck, Lucien responded absent-mindedly, and then suddenly murmured: "I love you, Caner, but I don't want to leave this necklace, I'm afraid I will do the same to my father..."

"It has lost that power." Shire lowered his head to comfort him.

"But they are yours, and I won't have any comments even if you throw them away."

"I think I will hand it over to Mrs. Yafanna. The glory in the diamond comes from the double holy tree she planted. I think she is the real owner of this elves diamond..."

"That stingy guy, I think--"

"Shh, you whisper, it's bad to be heard, and..."

The conversation in the room lasted for a long time, dull but warm.

...

Verino is a place without sorrow.

Many faces that fell in the Middle Earth can meet wonderfully in the blessed place of Amen, the Western Paradise.

The immortal elves washed away all the haze in the Hall of Death and resurrected, and all the tragic and tragic things that once died no longer existed here.

Shire even went out to hunt with his uncle Fengon a while ago.

After the Morgoth incident, the Vera pardoned the Nodo tribes who had been punished, and except for the Feenor, the others had recovered their right to be reborn.

However, some of them choose to escape from their soul state and regain their bodies, while others stay in the dark palace and indulge in the past and are unwilling to be reborn.

Compared with the long lifespan of the elves, the time when Nurdos walked in Middle Earth was actually very short, but that short time left a trace of deep into their souls in their lives.

It can never be erased.
Chapter completed!