Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

Even though someone had asked him more than once - either jokingly, or lightly, or seriously, or wanting to have a heart-to-heart with him.

And he remained silent.

Gradually, no one was curious about his past anymore. After all, his image in the eyes of others was becoming increasingly inaccessible. Just being in the same room with him made people feel uneasy, let alone working with him.

Therefore, even in the White Tower, he was always alone.

The strange thing is that more and more people are asking him for help. Maybe there are always people who long for the favor of rules and justice?

Human beings are such strange animals, driven by interests. When the rules cannot bring them benefits, they turn to disorder and chaos. When disorder and chaos begin to persecute them, they instantly become the most loyal defenders of the rules.

Always.

However, Broda never cared about these things, nor did he care about the eyes of others. On the contrary, he almost generously provided help to those who asked him for help. After being commissioned by the current Lord of the White Tower, he also prepared to go to Lentiheim without hesitation.

Then he came to this city-state belonging to the elves.

Here, he was once again commissioned by the elves - they asked him to help them rebuild the starship named Homecoming.

Broda had no authority to make this decision, but after consulting the Lord of the White Tower, he received the order to "help the elves", so he led the White Tower visiting group to Lentiheim and began to help the elves rebuild the Homecoming.

Now the reconstruction of the Homecoming has come to an end. It will probably not be long before all the elves will board the ship. With the collapse of the giant tree and the entire Lentiheim, they will set sail, pierce the sky, and return to their homeland which is who knows how many light years away.

But at this moment, the brave team found him.

"We want to know how the elves were able to rebuild the entire Homecoming in such a short time."

The hero himself asked him.

Broda was silent for a moment, then replied:

“It’s simple – they did the best they could.”

Both the hero and the witch had heard this sentence from the elves' archon Fuwenna, and this answer obviously could not satisfy them.

So they looked at each other, and finally the witch asked again:

"Specifically? How did they do it specifically?"

Upon hearing this, Broda did not answer immediately, but raised his head curiously and looked at the top of the tent.

He squinted his eyes and seemed to be able to see the Homecoming hanging over the entire Lentiheim through the thick tent.

"They..." he whispered, "hollowed out the world."

A look of realization emerged on the witch's face - that's right, the hero had said the same thing before. He said that he felt that the vitality of the entire Lentiheim had been artificially concentrated on the Homecoming. That was probably because the elves had mined all the resources of this microcosmic world and used them to rebuild the Homecoming.

This does explain where the elves found their resources, but...

But resources are resources. If we want to transform those resources into materials for rebuilding the Homecoming, two months will definitely not be enough, right?

So the witch asked again:

"What we want to know is how the elves were able to rebuild the Homecoming in such a short time. Even if they are all masters of magic, they can't just create a starship so easily, right?"

Broda didn't hate the witch's attitude of getting to the bottom of things, because it was all within the rules.

He was even happy to answer questions for the witch, although he himself couldn't explain why.

So he replied:

"When you first entered Lentiheim, you must have noticed those towering furnaces, right?"

"Of course," the witch frowned, "but is there any connection between those furnaces and my problem?"

"Yes," Broda nodded slowly, "In fact, the Homecoming was built bit by bit from scratch through those furnaces."

"This……"

Broda noticed that the witch's brows were frowning even more tightly.

Clearly, she couldn't understand how the elves had forged the Homecoming in those towering furnaces.

Broda understood how she felt.

Initially, he couldn't imagine that such an advanced and sophisticated starship was made by those furnaces. In his opinion, to build a starship like the Homecoming, it would require countless engineers, scholars and experts from countless different fields, countless factories running day and night, countless assembly lines and countless lathes.

But later, the elves convinced him with ironclad facts.

Now the roles have been reversed, with the witch and the brave team raising questions, and the old man being responsible for convincing them with ironclad facts.

Thinking of this, Broda couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his lips, revealing a bitter smile.

But the smile was only fleeting, and soon he returned to his usual expressionless look.

"You're trying to say that's impossible, aren't you, Lady Rachel?"

Broda inquired.

The witch widened her eyes and answered subconsciously:

"What else? I can't force myself to believe that the elves built a real starship with those furnaces, right?"

"But this is exactly the truth," Broda said in a tone that left no doubt, "This is how the elves rebuilt the Homecoming."

The witch almost stood up when she heard this.

Broda guessed that she probably wanted him to produce evidence, so before the witch could raise any more questions, he blocked her path:

"Tomorrow, everyone, tomorrow, here in our Camp No. 1, the elves will begin the final 'casting'. If you don't believe me, please wait."

"Then you will see with your own eyes how the elves rebuild the Homecoming."

[To be continued]

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34.Don’t forget

The brave team left.

They had no intention of staying in the camp overnight.

Broda could guess that they intended to return to the Homecoming and spend the night on that starship.

No, it was more of an opportunity to explore the Homecoming rather than to stay overnight - they had always suspected that something was wrong with the starship, otherwise they would not have asked him questions about the starship over and over again.

Broda had no objection to this.

He was even satisfied because both the Twilight Witch and the Brave Squad were doing what they were supposed to do.

Ms. Verliden asked them to visit Lentiheim in order to use their help to find out the current situation of Lentiheim.

Although Broda himself did not think that there was anything abnormal quietly growing in Lentiheim.

Everything was normal, everything was peaceful, everything... was moving along the established track, just like the trains built by those mortals in Victoria, never deviating from their course and never running amok, with only a moment's delay at most - but all of this was within the framework of plans and rules, so Broda had always liked those heavy and taciturn iron guys.

Sometimes he even thought that when he had some free time, he would go to Victoria, take a train, and travel aimlessly along the tracks, changing trains repeatedly until he had used up all his vacation time.

But then he would think, forget it, he hasn't traveled so freely for many years, now he is used to those rules and regulations, but can't adapt to "freedom". Just thinking about sitting on a train and traveling through the vast territory of Victoria, he would feel at a loss and bewilderment from the bottom of his heart.

Plans…oh, plans.

He was probably used to traveling only with a destination.

Thinking of this, Bloda lowered his light gray, slightly turbid eyes and calmly rejected his travel plan without any regret.

Then he lifted the curtain of the tent, bent down, and walked out of the tent.

Coming back to the dim but extremely hot outdoor, the old man slowly straightened his back and meticulously fastened the buttons on his shirt cuffs which had come loose at some point.

The campsite was as busy as usual.

Scholars and wizards are working hard to analyze the legacy from the Matron that the elves gave to these outsiders, and transform it into tangible results, namely the several furnaces standing in the city of Lentiheim.

Or, as the person in charge of the "Homecoming Reconstruction Project" and an insider who knows the nature of those furnaces, the old man prefers to call them -

"Universal printer".

Although they are just inferior products, their efficiency and quality are far inferior to the true "universal printer" envisioned in the Madam's legacy, but even so, these furnaces are enough for them to help the elves rebuild the Homecoming.

After five "casting" ceremonies, or five "printings", the Homecoming will be completed and given life. At that time, the elves will set sail with this starship, pierce the sky and return to their hometown.

As for the concerns of the White Tower, and the orders conveyed to them by the brave team who traveled thousands of miles to Lentiheim...

"Don't touch the starry sky," Broda looked around the busy camp, a strange look of confusion gradually appearing on his face, "Is this... what we should do?"

He was actually a little dazed.

……

Logically speaking, as the head of the entire visiting delegation, Broda should be very clear about what he should do.

There is a lot to do.

Eat, drink, sleep, breathe… and work – endless work.

This was true for everyone in the camp.

They all know very well what they should and should not do, so it can be said that they are all following the rules.

This is good, and Broda is very satisfied with it.

He walked in the camp, quietly observing the actions of every scholar and wizard, but never pointed out right or wrong, because he knew that they also knew what they should do.

Broda even acts like a teacher.

He walked between the desks, seemingly nonchalant, but in fact he had quietly taken in all the students' little movements. No matter how small the movement was, it could not be hidden from him. The reason why he did not call out the names of the students who were absent was only because their behavior was still within the framework of the rules.

He could still tolerate it.

Until he discovered that a student had forgotten what to do and was openly challenging his authority as a teacher.

So he walked over and came to the student.

"Quintus," he called the scholar by name, "what are you doing?"

The scholar who was named was panicked for a moment, but this reaction was normal in Broda's eyes - any scholar or wizard in the camp would have such a reaction when he called out his name.

It's like a student doing something bad in class and being caught by the head teacher who was peeping out the window.

The scholar named Quintus barely regained his composure and took a step to the side, revealing the young elf hiding behind him, while explaining to Broda:

"I am comforting the little fellow, Mr. Broda. You know, the casting ceremony will be held tomorrow."

Broda frowned upon hearing this and looked at the young elf who was protected by Quintus behind him.

Perhaps intimidated by Broda's aura, the little guy timidly hid most of his body behind Quintus, with only a small part of his face showing.

Even Broda, who didn't like young children very much, had to admit that this little guy was really cute.

Her eyes were bright emerald green, her soft blonde hair was slightly curled, reminiscent of clouds dyed the same color at sunrise, her face had cute baby fat, and her skin was so smooth that it seemed as if it could be blown away.

Broda is a staunch supporter of rules and order, while young children - those little creatures who have just been born into this world have not yet established a complete set of values. In their world, there is no such thing as good or evil, right or wrong. Therefore, most of them have no taboos and are chaotic and disorderly - which is exactly contrary to the concept that Broda agrees with.

But no matter what, the appreciation and love for beautiful things are common.

Seeing that the little guy was a little afraid of him, Broda unconsciously softened his expression... although it was difficult to show a friendly feeling on that face that made people feel awe.

"What's going on?" He looked at the little guy and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with this little guy?"

Quintus looked strange when he heard this.

Perhaps he had never seen such a "gentle" Broda before, but he did not dare to point it out, fearing that Broda would get angry and embarrassed, so he had to explain carefully:

"She...she is a little afraid of tomorrow's casting ceremony."

"Scared?" Broda frowned.

"This is going to be difficult."

He couldn't help but think.

He had never heard of an elf being afraid of the casting ceremony before. In fact, before this little guy, every elf accepted the casting ceremony calmly.

The rules themselves are a track built up by countless experiences.

Broda had no similar experience, so the rules he admired seemed to be of no help to him in this matter.

He probably can only turn to himself for help.

“What should I… do?”

He asked himself this.

But no one answered—and as it should have, no one answered.