Chapter 302 Tradition

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After half a month of trekking, a river appeared in front of him.

Aragorn looked at the river and its name came to his mind:

Harnen River.

Perhaps the current ownership of Harondor is still controversial, but this river is undoubtedly the boundary river of Harad. Crossing the river is the territory of Harad.

For this reason, the people of Harad attach great importance to the areas on both sides of the river, which can be seen from the position of "Harnen Commander" named after this river.

However, Commander...

It's not like he hasn't killed before.

Aragorn lowered his hood and mixed into the fleet.

A few days later, some unusual movements came from the tent of Commander Harnen.

Dang!

A sturdy staff made of maelong blocked the sword stabbing at Commander Harnen.

! ?

Aragorn was obviously shocked when he saw this style of staff. He turned his head in astonishment and saw an old man in a blue robe who appeared at some point and looked at him with sharp eyes.

"Do you know this kind of staff?" the old man asked, and at the same time reached out to stop the young commander Halnen who was sweating and about to draw his sword behind him.

"Of course I know it."

Aragorn looked at the two people opposite him vigilantly, holding the sword in his hand tightly.

"Don't be nervous, young Dunedain."

The blue-robed wizard put away the staff and introduced himself: "I am Alatar, a wizard, a wizard - that is, a wizard, I don't think I should explain to you."

Aragorn still held the sword tightly.

"I know your people, that is a powerful Dunedain warrior, he defeated the Ringwraiths and left a deep impression on me."

"Oh, by the way, there was another person at that time, his name was Levi."

Upon hearing this name, Aragorn was in high spirits.

"Do you know Uncle Levi?"

"Uncle? Oh, of course, we are close friends." Alatar seemed a little emotional.

'I was almost beaten to death by him. '

He added in his heart.

Hearing what Alatar said, Aragorn finally put away some of his guard temporarily and put the sword back into the sheath.

He asked: "What is the situation now?"

"Well... This has to mention your Uncle Levi again."

Alatar turned aside and pointed to the young commander of the Harnen River beside him, saying: "Don't worry, this is one of ours. His father swore allegiance to Levi, and this oath has been passed down to this day."

"Hello to you." The young commander nodded slightly.

Aragorn also nodded slowly as a greeting.

"How is Levi doing recently?"

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Alatar invited Aragorn to sit down and chat.

He said, "I haven't seen him for decades. I don't know if he's okay."

"He's fine... maybe better than you expected."

Aragorn said, "Do you know the Lord of the North?"

Alatar frowned and shook his head.

"I've been dealing with troubles here for years. I haven't been to the north, nor have I heard any news."

"Lord of the North... I've never heard of this title. Maybe you can tell me about it?

So a long conversation began.

Alatar listened in fascination.

"I really want to see it with my own eyes if I have the chance."

He ended with this sentence.

"It's a pity that there are more things I need to do here."

"Next I plan to go to the Far East. The King of Khan has passed away, and his son has succeeded to the throne and taken over the power. I don't know what his attitude is yet."

"What about you?" Alatar asked Aragorn.

"Me? ”

Aragorn didn’t expect that this wizard he just met would actually ask for his opinion.

“Yes, it’s you. To be honest, I miss you. Having a Dunedain by my side reminds me of many past events and makes me find some of the feelings of the past. ”

“Far East…”

Aragorn muttered, and suddenly nodded.

“Okay.”

Wandering aimlessly in the south is indeed not a good choice. After all, a port commander was killed recently, and Umbar is in a tight spot.

The two reached a consensus.

So, the new journey of the blue-robed wizard and the ordinary Dunedain (self-proclaimed) began.

…

“By the way, take a look at this.”

In the reception room of the White City in Gondor, Ecthelion took out a notebook and handed it to Levi.

“Huh? "

Levi took the old notebook and felt dazed. Many memories emerged.

A correct version in 16-9-book-bar!

He seemed to have returned to decades ago.

At that time, the first school in Roadside Fort had just been established.

And Taber... was still alive.

It was a warm afternoon. Levi and Taber walked around the school together. He corrected some students' homework. He also wrote a lot of notes on it. Later, Taber came to him to ask about some things he couldn't understand.

Everything seemed to have happened yesterday.

After recovering from his shock, Levi opened the old notebook. As he turned it over, he saw his own comments.

And another familiar handwriting afterwards, which was Taber's.

"Where did you get this?"

Calculating the time, even if the owner of this notebook was still a child who had just learned to write when he made the annotations, he should be old now.

"This..."

Exelion replied, "Some time ago, my captain of the guards rescued a ranger who was out for training. The ranger was very grateful and said that he could take anything he wanted from him."

"Of course, please believe the morality of the captain of the guard I chose. He didn't intend to take anything."

"It was just by chance that this notebook fell out of the ranger's body, and its origin happened to be known by the captain of the guard."

"So my captain of the guard chose this notebook to carry with him."

At this point, Exelion lowered his voice and said:

"I heard that the child was very strong. Even if he had several broken bones and was seriously injured and dying, he didn't make a groan, but when this notebook was taken away, he almost cried."

"But in the end, the captain of the guard still brought it."

Levi stared at the notebook, and he really couldn't figure it out.

"Why does he want such a notebook?"

"Isn't this normal?"

Exelion didn't think it was strange.

"You probably don't know how many people were willing to pay a high price to buy this notebook before it was handed over to me."

"After all, in a sense, this is a 'lord's original' with decades of history."

"Oh..."

Levi smiled helplessly and said:

"Let me take this notebook away, I'll exchange it with you for something else."

For the person who lost this notebook, it should be very important. Maybe it was given to him by his elders at home for safekeeping. It would be unpleasant if it was lost like this.

"Just take it directly, just think of it as me picking up the lost items for your people."

"That's not okay. We can't think that those who do good things are entitled to it."

Levi shook his head, thought about it, copied a history of Lubianbao with a book and pen, stamped it with his own private coat of arms, and wrote a thank you.

Then he put a small red flower in it, and put a heavy and exquisite gold coin with Lubianbao's coat of arms.

"With this certificate, you can seek help from anyone in the Free City."

"Do you still have this tradition?"

Exelion took the book, gold coins and flowers handed over by Levi, and felt curious.

"It didn't exist before."

Levi leaned back and said:

"But it exists now."