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　　Arwin hurriedly came out and fell to the ground: "Please, Your Excellency, let him go. Even if it is a request from me, everything from now on will belong to Your Excellency, whether it is life or soul."

　　"No... Arwen... No..." Aragorn struggled, how could he get Sean.

　　"Okay, let me take a little bit of a loss on this deal, hey, who told me to be a good person!"

　　I don't know who just said that he was a bad person.

　　Slam, Aragorn was thrown out, and quickly disappeared here, stunned, a group of people watched this scene, this group of murderous devils, there is such a side?

　　"I heard that Gangze is now managed by the Regent Prince?"

　　A word, like a knife in the autumn wind, scraped their souls.

　　This man... is really a devil. He wants to humiliate Aragorn, and then go to Gangze to bring troops here, and then he can harvest his life again.

　　With a stagnant face, everyone held their breath and looked at Sean who was squatting in front of Alwin.

　　He took the girl's hand and said, "How can a girl kneel down at will, get up quickly", and sat on it with him.

　　With no expression on his face, no one dared to make a move.

　　Suddenly, a Kryptonian warrior flew in from outside.

　　"Commander, there are still about three days left for the Orcs, and a million troops will arrive here."

　　Sean smiled slightly: "Not bad."

　　Turning his head and looking at Elron: "Do you have a place to store books here? Oh, by the way, my name is Sean Hale, you can call me Sean, not the doctor's Sean."

　　"Of course, if Your Excellency Sean wants to go, you can ask Arwen to take Your Excellency there."

　　Nodding and waving for them to go away.

　　There were only Sean and Arwen in the hall. The girl was expressionless, sitting beside her, like a dead tree, without any vitality.

　　"I think it's better for you not to do this. If I'm not happy, your whole family may disappear."

　　Hearing this, Arwen trembled a little, wiped the tears from his face, and showed an ugly smile.

　　"Sir, how about we go to the library?"

　　In the Book Collection Pavilion, the elves have been in Middle-earth for so many years, and it is no exaggeration to say that the collection of books is the largest. For any race or civilization, their knowledge is the most precious, and there is no one.

　　In addition to this, only to various materials.

　　"This is it, all the books in Rivendell are here, but can you understand Elvish? There are languages ​​of various races in it."

　　Sean squeezed her hand: "Isn't this with you?"

　　Dust accumulation, the first feeling is that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

　　"Clean up"

　　Seeing this scene, Arwen looked extremely surprised. It was like magic, but it was different from all the magic she had come into contact with. It seemed to be a new kind of magic.

　　"Did you use magic just now?"

　　"As you can see, but your elves seem to have magic, right?"

　　Alwin nodded: "Yes, but the restrictions are very high, not everyone has the opportunity and talent to learn."

　　That's right, no wonder the elves here can't, there should be some restrictions, Arwen took out a volume of books, which should be the magic books they learned.

　　"Then I will read it to your Excellency?"

　　"Working".

　　The more I listen, the more strange it becomes. The restriction here refers to the price, the price of casting magic, how is it different from the magic in Harry Potter?

　　And the price here is even more terrifying, at the cost of life, even if the elves have a long lifespan, they are not willing to use such magic.

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Chapter 114

　　"Has your magic always been like this?"

　　Arwin nodded, he didn't know about others, but the magic in their elves has always been like this, but it is said that Gandalf's magic is different from theirs, so I don't know the specifics.

　　"What do you think is wrong?"

　　"No? Maybe!"

　　It is indeed wrong. If there is a price for casting magic, it means that they are using the power of others, not their own.

　　The question is, who will absorb the price?The elf god of this world?

　　Seeing Sean pondering, Alwin took a careful look. If this devil wasn't on the battlefield, it wouldn't seem so scary.

　　Um?Sean looked over and quickly retracted his gaze.

　　"Aren't you afraid of me?"

　　"afraid".

　　"Show me with your magic".

　　"Huh? Here?"

　　"Any questions?"

　　Alwyn was a little embarrassed: "I'm not good at learning. Magic requires a specific place and a specific medium. For now, I can only cast magic in places with a lot of water."

　　Well, the relationship is still a scumbag, and you don't want the face of your princess.

　　He wrapped his arms around his waist and came to the riverside in Rivendell. Sean made a gesture of please.

　　"...(Spell: Give a monthly ticket as a reward... [-] centimeters long, Arathi)..."

　　Anyway, it is an obscure language, and it is different from the current language of the elves. With the speed of Arwen's speech, the river began to rush, rushing down rapidly, turning into a horse, rushing forward.

　　Sean fell into contemplation again. Just now, a breath seemed to disappear from Arwen. Could this be the so-called price?

　　In what way was it taken away?

　　Even Gandalf or Saruman doesn't seem to use magic much in the original play. Is it difficult to use magic in Middle-earth?

　　But obviously there is energy everywhere!Even a bit more abundant than the energy of the Harry Potter world.

　　Alwyn looked at Sean who was standing by the river and didn't know what to do for a while. Suddenly, Sean put a finger on her forehead.

　　Boom, a stream of information entered her mind, as if... it seemed like some kind of magic?

　　"This…?"

　　"You try using the spell I gave you."

　　Arwin was a little confused, but he didn't dare to disobey Sean's order. Fortunately, the syllables used by this kind of magic were not difficult, and he chanted the spell as required.

　　Alwyn:  …

　　Embarrassed, there was no reaction at all, Sean patted his head, forgetting that not everyone can cast spells without a stick.

　　"Wait for me here."

　　Hey, the whole person rose into the sky, and when he returned again, there was already a branch-like thing in his hand.

　　"Now you take it and cast it and see".

　　A little bit suspicious, a small mouth 'torn apart'.

　　Papapa, a crackling sound suddenly appeared on the water surface, and the water column flew into the air. Arwin watched this scene in disbelief.

　　"This...is this what I did?"

　　Shaking the hand that grabbed Sean, Sean...!

　　Heck, he took it back in an instant.

　　"I'm just too excited. I've never had such simple magic before, you know? When I used to cast magic, I had a vague feeling that it was better not to continue."

　　"But this kind of magic doesn't seem to have this limitation, it's amazing."

　　Compared to her, Sean was even more surprised, the elves seemed to have a high degree of fit for magic.

　　As soon as he returned, Arwen was called out by Elrond.

　　"Father, what's wrong?"

　　"You went out with him just now? It seems that you used a kind of magic you haven't seen before?"

　　Arwin nodded and excitedly told what happened today. If everyone can use it, maybe they don't have to be afraid of Sean.

　　Elron doesn't know what he's thinking. I'm afraid things are not that simple. If this is the case, Sean and others must have countermeasures.

　　"Alvin, my father is sorry for you!"

　　"Father, this is of my own free will." The two of them resumed their silence.

　　I hope that the rescue soldiers that Gandalf found will come sooner, otherwise, once Aragorn brings the soldiers of Gangze here, there will be no need to say more about the result.

　　After saying something, Arwin hurried back. When he first arrived in the library, Sean was sitting there alone.

　　Grasping the wooden branch in her hand, she has already tried it. The magic spell that Sean taught her is very powerful. At such a distance, she is sure to hit Sean.

　　After a pause, he walked over and sat down.

　　"Why didn't you take action?"

　　Arwin was stunned, his face was pale, and he immediately recovered his calm.

　　"I'm not sure."

　　With a slight smile, he didn't care. If Arwen had a good impression of him, then there was a real problem.

　　"Do you know where the so-called gods live here? That is, the location of 'Valino'."

　　"Where do you say the gods live? I don't know, not even all the elves in Middle-earth. Only in special times will we be guided by the gods and find Valinor."

　　In other words, can't get here the rest of the time?

　　It seems that we can only hope that Gandalf will bring back the news that they belonged to the outer world. Gandalf and Saruman are both so-called divine envoys, and there must be means to contact them.