Chapter 256: Long-Lost Figure

In a simple and plain room.

As Ino finished speaking, Sioged stood up first.

"You came back. We didn't mean to, but we found the door open before we came..."

A trace of reserve appeared on the face of the young Crown Prince of Rohan.

"Relax, my friend." Ino walked into the house with a smile, and then placed a large bag of stones in the corner. The stones made a crisp sound when they collided with the floor.

"Is this? Those stones?" Eowen looked aside curiously.

"Yes! It's a stone, and it's also the result of many people's efforts."

As he spoke, Ino waved his magic wand, awakening the ceramic teapot on the table, and at the same time the teacup split into three.

After the teapot filled the cup, Éowyn looked at the pile of stones wrapped in linen in the corner.

"Very wise, I heard about it this afternoon. But unfortunately, I can't come up with anything decent..."

"No! The two are different." Ino interrupted.

"The weapons were given to you by me on my own initiative, and the children's Christmas hats were requested by them voluntarily."

“Don’t judge the nature of things by the value of things, never.”

Considering that he would come to Middle-earth again in the future, he also decided to teach the three of them a lesson.

It seems that Rohan has never lacked brave warriors, but in the long run, this country always seems to have lacked some wise leaders.

"Is it like rushing to the aid of Gondor?" Théojed asked thoughtfully: "The price of Rohan is high, but the nature of this matter is to abide by the ancient oath."

"Theoretically, that's the case!" Ino nodded in approval, then changed the subject and said:

"Let me tell you a story about an old man selling charcoal..."

The story of the Carbon Seller appeared for the first time in Middle-earth. Generally speaking, it is not exciting and interesting, but it vividly illustrates the difficulty of life for the people at the bottom.

Often random decisions made by high-level officials can directly affect the lives of countless people.

"...The soles of the feet wearing thin linen and straw sandals were covered with frostbite, but the old man still lamented that the weather was not cold enough..."

The story itself is not long, and he has also changed and streamlined it. Overall, it only took less than five minutes.

"So I am opposed to supporting Gondor." As the story ended, Théoged expressed his attitude immediately.

Starting from the Isengard River at the western border, he has witnessed too many tragedies in the past six months, tragedies performed with the blood and tears of the people of Rohan.

"But Rohan cannot bear the name of treachery! Everyone will isolate us, and all commerce and trade will be cut off. Moreover, after the dark forces conquer Gondor, we cannot avoid the flames of war."

Eomer said helplessly.

Théoden's nephew, the commander of the praetorian cavalry who had remained quiet throughout, told the reason why Rohan had to go.

"There are many who have alliances with Gondor, including the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain, the elves of Rivendell, and even the Sindar elves of Lothlorien..."

Théojed refuted his cousin in a strong tone.

"Yes, I know that the dark forces will eventually have their next target, but other forces are not afraid, so Rohan is afraid? Do you want to die together and exchange peace for other forces with the lives of the people of Rohan?"

"Ha! Just be glad that I'm not the king."

As the words fell, Eowen felt a little sad. The scene she least wanted to see was finally staged. One brother and one younger brother. Their differences in political views caused them to have conflicts.

Intellectually, she agrees with Théoged's view that Gondor is not a white city, but a great country. Gondor's vast territory and strategic depth would take several years even if the orcs of Mordor pushed it all the way.

In the past few years, as long as the southern boundary of Ered Nimras and Morin Creek are guarded, Rohan can at least regain some strength.

By then, on this vast grassland, the Rohan Cavalry will not be afraid of any dark forces.

On the other side, Ino did not clarify his position after listening to the two people's opinions.

"There is no need for you to argue about the facts that have been settled. I know Théoden. What he decides cannot be changed by the two of you. Instead of arguing, it is better to think about how to deal with it."

After the words fell, Ino stood up and walked towards the suitcase beside him.

moment.

An exquisite one-handed sword was placed on the table. Although Old Bans's alchemical weapon was only a gift, it was also blessed with the power of magic and was characterized by toughness and sharpness.

"This is what I promised you! The female knight of Rohan!"

…

The third day since the Battle of Helm's Deep.

A new blacksmith shop was built in the royal capital of Edoras.

Different from other blacksmith shops, which have a large number of people and clear division of labor, this vast blacksmith shop has only one person from beginning to end.

The flames ignited out of thin air, the hammer struck automatically, the sword embryo turned over on its own from time to time on the iron felt...

After Eowen obtained the alchemy weapon, Ino did not forget the promise he made to Théogede, and he also wanted to do something more.

Therefore, it was a matter of course to open this blacksmith shop.

Although not many alchemical weapons can be created in a short time, well-made ordinary equipment can be produced in batches.

The magical copying spell also came in handy.

Maybe the copied thing won't last for a year and a half, but it's enough time to get familiar with the direction of the story.

When these equipment disappear, Middle-earth will also usher in a new era, the Fourth Age - the era of human autonomy.

Blacksmith shop.

After a brand new spear was forged, Ino stopped the work at hand.

In the room of the blacksmith shop, there are long swords, hand axes, flails, spears, hard bows, round shields and chain mail.

Although all kinds of weapons and armor are ordinary items, their quality is not inferior to the fine products forged by the dwarves under the refinement of magic.

After the sample was made, Ino extinguished the burning flames and turned to look at a corner of the ceiling.

"If you don't need them, I will send these guys to the battlefield."

In the corner of the ceiling, a blue spider web responded: "What makes you have the illusion that I need the protection of these insects?"

As the voice fell.

A blue halo flashed in the room.

Then, a tall figure slowly emerged.

Familiar voice, familiar face, familiar dress...

After many years, the figure of the White Witch appeared again. What is different from before is that the current face is less cold and majestic, and more relieved and gentle.

"You... you succeeded?"

Unbelievable, this scene in front of Ino was a little surprised. The White Witch seemed to have really reversed her body.

To be honest, he had this idea when he asked her to stay in the restricted book area.

If he became a spider one day, he would probably find a way to change his form.

But unexpectedly, in just one year, the White Witch actually did it.