The elegant room was very quiet, with little noise except for the slight breathing.

Aritiel was already asleep at this time. However, Charle did not rest, but was still staring at the other person quietly.

The messy black hair was scattered on the white pillow, and the face that should have been cheerful in my memory was now hidden in melancholy. Even if a wave of joy came, it did not completely dissipate the melancholy.

Her cheeks were beautiful and thin, and her hands, which were protruding from her joints, were still holding Charles' arm tightly, for fear that he would disappear again if he accidentally did not.

The white gauze tent rippled with the breeze blowing outside the window, and the sunlight passed through the marble windowsill and sprinkled on the pale yellow wool carpet under your feet, reflecting the quiet room that seemed full of warmth.

Shire sat on the stool beside the bed and looked at the other person silently, and did not move much all night.

After arriving in Gondolin, the welcome banquet was naturally followed, and Charles had a preliminary understanding of the nobles of all sizes here.

During this period, Arethir was by his side, whether he was talking or dining.

Even the banquet ended and she fell asleep without letting go of Charles' hand.

But Charles was not impatient with this, but instead had an inexplicable emotion that made him feel patient, warm, joy, and guilt... It seemed like this, but it seemed that it was not, and he couldn't say it.

Looking at the face that was similar to him, his mind was filled with a sense of calmness, but it seemed very messy. As he looked, he used the power of the shadow to quietly pull out his hand, then reached out to smooth out the other party's frown brows.

A deep magic power quietly grew from the fingertips, allowing Arethier, who was worried about sleep, to relieve his eyebrows and eyes, and also fell into a deeper rest.

Then Charle stood up and turned around and left the bedroom with light steps.

Push open the door that is exquisitely carved like ivory, outside is a slightly curved white corridor, and outside is a yard.

The sculptures of the corridor columns, the flowing water of the fountain, and the crisp birds singing filled the sunshine from above the yard, illuminating everything in front of you quite brightly.

Scanding around, he was suddenly attracted by the next room. After pushing the door, the exquisite clothes that hang the entire room were reflected in his eyes, and there were a wide variety of pictures.

Children, half-aged teenagers, adults... are all equipped with all kinds of clothes from childhood to adulthood, and they are exquisitely dressed, but it seems that no one has ever worn them.

At the same time, embroidered portraits also cover the surrounding walls.

Due to the fabric, the facial features are a little hazy, but what is amazing is that the portrait is actually eighty-slightly similar to Charles!

"Before this, my aunt never touched embroidery and sewing. She prefers to play and hunt." A voice appeared from behind with envy.

The other party seemed so light that Charles did not notice footsteps approaching, but he could sense a kind heart approaching. Looking back, he found that it was his cousin named Yizhuer.

He is also the only daughter of Turgon, the king of Gondolin.

This cousin was actually very impressed by yesterday's banquet. In addition to the other party's dignified and beautiful face, her long hair as bright as gold, which really made her look very unique.

Blonde hair is rare among the elves in Middle Earth, and Shire has not seen any of them yet.

The distant memory of the birth is still reminiscent of the moment, which is enough for Charles to think that this mother seemed to have passed away a long time ago.

It is not difficult to understand why she is envious of this.

But Charles was speechless.

So silence became his best response at this moment.

In fact, he basically performed this way at the banquet yesterday.

Arethir is by his side. He rarely talks to others. Most of the time, others take the initiative, and then he responds.

"They all said, you have lived among humans since you were a child?"

"That's right." Charles nodded. He felt that the cousin seemed to be asking for nothing, but this did not affect his dull thoughts.

"That's completely different from the elves."

“It’s very difficult?”

"It doesn't feel difficult." Charles smiled when he heard this, "They are simple and enthusiastic."

This smile faded the original expression in his eyes, making Yizhuer suddenly realize that this person was just a boy, but she felt very restrained just now...

It was funny, so I blurted out one sentence.

"Before you came, my father was afraid that you would be similar to your father's personality..."

As she said that, she suddenly paused and felt like she was "careless".

I just looked up, but didn't notice that the other party was unhappy. Instead, I signaled her with interest to continue.

Izhuer relaxed when he saw this and his words seemed much more relaxed.

In fact, her impression of Charles was completely different from the beginning. Yesterday, as one of the protagonists of the banquet, Aritiel treated him as a child, but he did not show any impatientness.

At the same time, he was not dissatisfied with Turgon's pretentious coldness, and was able to deal with the conversations between many elves and nobles of Gondolin. Although he was young, he was not arrogant or impatient.

Not only Yizhuer is very good at his senses, but also the same is true for the white robe of Gondolin.

When Yizhuer went to pay his respects this morning, he found that his father could not hide the smile on his face.

During the conversation, he also highly praised the gifts given to him by his nephew and praised him endlessly.

Even a fool can tell that he is "using things to describe people."

But relatively speaking, the gifts he received were indeed precious enough.

The defense is comparable to the steel armor attached with magic, but it is flexible like leather. After fiddling with it for a few times, it can shrink like fur. The appearance directly shows many nobles surprised.

Among them, many of the forgings, Nodo was shocked and puzzled by this.

...

Since its completion, Gondolin has had very few, and there are basically no outsiders.

So much so that Charles' arrival was arguing, both nobles and civilians, were all talking about it.

Talk about his origin, his appearance, his performance, and that strange gift...

Because the information here is blocked, it is difficult for civilians to have access to external information, so most residents do not know about Charles.

But this made him more "attracting bees and butterflies".

Whether it is his life or the situation in the outside world, it is enough to arouse the curiosity of any elves here.

Unfortunately, the parties involved rarely care about the panda-like eyes around them.

He mainly met and recognized Aritiel during this trip, and then asked about his cheap dad.

Unfortunately, the latter Arethier didn't know anything and did not provide much effective information to Charles.

The secondary goal is to learn jewelry making, and in fact he already knows this in Slond, Nagor.

Charles thought that studying here for three or four months should be able to meet his needs.

But he didn't expect that Arethir's enthusiasm made it difficult for him to have his own private space-

He was pulled by Arethir for half a month without letting go. Whether it was day and night, whether it was going out or eating, she kept holding herself like this unless necessary, as if she was obsessed with it.

It made Charles helpless.

But he was not in a hurry, because the trip was actually very time-consuming.

The elves' concept of time is different from that of humans. Even if Charles stays here for a year or two, they will only think that one or two months is as short as a month.

There is no important matter in the Land of Seven Rivers at the moment, and after Fenrod left a few days ago, Charles asked him to help take care of him.

So he has plenty of time to consume it.

In fact, this consumption is not a complete waste.

At least, he has become more and more aware of the city under his feet.

He believes that this is the most like a city in the world, bustling, lively, open air, crowded...

The whole city is white and full of orderly beauty. The two or three-story buildings are generally crowded, but not messy. Although there are many alleys, they are always closely connected to the straight and refreshing main roads.

Around the flat stone road with blue and gray color are flawless towers of houses. Garden fountains are often seen on the roadside, and rows of landscape trees and trees are chirping crisply.

The Royal Palace of Gondolin is a five-story white elegant building, with arc-shaped arches leaning against the corner of a square. Surrounded by it are two trees, one pure gold and one bright silver.

In the middle of the square farther away, there is a huge fountain, and the spring water is crystal clear in the sun, like a dazzling rainbow.

The square where the palace is located exists in the center of the city, and behind it is a large market full of lively atmosphere, with shops and neat stalls.

Ingredients, fruits and vegetables, ironware, blank sheepskin scrolls, and even various toys.

In the other direction of the palace, Charles even saw a large library...

Everything that caught his eye made him feel as if he had arrived in another era, and also made him have a deeper understanding of the elves or the civilization of the Nodo tribe.

But half a month later, he stopped this observation.

It was not that Arethir took the initiative to let go, but that Turgon couldn't stand it anymore.

"I have found you a teacher, who is one of the best jewelers of the Nordo tribe." At one dinner, the monarch, who was usually very busy with official duties, suddenly spoke.
Chapter completed!