Chapter 302 Tradition
Huh——
After half a month's trek, a river appeared in front of us.
Aragorn looked at the river and remembered its name: Harnen.
Perhaps the current ownership of Harondor is still controversial, but this river is undoubtedly the boundary river of Harad. Once you cross the river, it is the territory of Harad.
It is for this reason that the Haradrim attach great importance to the areas on both sides of the river, as can be seen from the special position of "Harnen Commander" named after this river.
But, Commander...
It’s not like I haven’t killed before.
Aragorn pulled his hood down and blended into the fleet.
A few days later, some unusual noises were heard in the tent commanded by Halneng.
Ding! A sturdy staff made of maolong wood blocked the sword that was stabbing at the Harn Commander.
! ? 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 appearing at some point, looking at him with sharp eyes.
"Do you know this kind of staff?" the old man asked, and at the same time stretched out his hand to stop the young commander Halnen who was about to draw his sword with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Of course I do."
Aragorn looked at the two men opposite him warily, holding the sword tightly in his hand.
"Take it easy, young Dúnedain."
The blue-robed wizard put away his staff and introduced himself: "I am Alatar, a wizard. A wizard is a wizard. I don't think I should explain it to you."
Aragorn still held the sword tightly.
"I know your people. He was a powerful Dunedain warrior. He defeated the Ringwraiths and left a deep impression on me."
"Oh, by the way, there was another person there at that time. His name was Levi."
Aragorn became excited when he heard the name.
"Do you know Uncle Levi?"
"Uncle? Oh, of course. We are friends for life." Alataar seemed a little emotional.
'I was nearly beaten to death by him.'
He added in his mind.
After hearing what Alatar said, Aragorn finally put aside some of his guard and put the sword back into the sheath.
He asked, "What is the situation now?"
"Well... this brings me to your Uncle Levi again."
Alatar turned aside and pointed to the young commander of the Harnen River, saying, "Don't worry, this is one of ours. His father once swore allegiance to Levi, and this oath has been passed down to this day."
"Hello." The young commander nodded slightly.
Aragorn also nodded slowly as a greeting.
"How's Levi doing lately?"
The misunderstanding was resolved, and Alatar invited Aragorn to sit down and chat.
He said: "I haven't seen him for decades and I don't know if he is okay."
"He's very good... maybe better than you expected."
Aragorn said, "Do you know the Lord in the North?"
Alataar frowned and shook his head.
"I have been dealing with troubles here for these years. I have neither traveled to the north nor 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 fascinatedly.
“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 is more that I need to do here."
"Next I plan to go to the Far East. The Khan has passed away, and his son has taken over the power. I don't know what his attitude is yet."
"And you?" Alatar asked Aragorn.
"I?"
Aragorn had not expected that the wizard he had just met would actually ask for his opinion.
"Yes, it is you. To be honest, I miss you a lot. Having a Dunedain by my side reminds me of many past events and makes me regain some of the feelings I had back then."
"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 recently killed and the situation in Umbar is quite tense.
The two reached a consensus.
Thus, a new journey for the blue-robed wizard and the ordinary Dunedain (as they called themselves) began.
…
"Oh, look at this."
Gondor, in the reception room of the White City, Ecthelion took out a notebook and handed it to Levi.
"Huh?"
Levi took the old notebook and felt dazed as many memories came to his mind.
He seemed to have gone back decades.
At that time, the first school in Lubianbao had just been established.
And Taber... is still alive.
It was a warm afternoon. Levi and Taber were walking around the school together. Levi corrected some students' homework and he made a lot of comments on it. Later, Taber went to him to ask about some things he didn't understand.
It all seems to have happened yesterday.
After coming to his senses, Levi opened the old notebook and, as he flipped through it, he saw his own comments.
And then there was another familiar handwriting, that of Taber.
"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 the annotations were made, he should be old now.
"This..."
Eccelion replied, "Some time ago, my captain of the guards rescued a ranger who was out for training from Roadside Castle. The ranger was very grateful and said he could take anything he wanted from him."
"Of course, please trust the morality of the captain of the guard I chose. He originally 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 to the captain of the guard."
"So my captain of the guard chose this notebook to carry close to his body."
At this point, Eccelian lowered his voice and said:
"I heard that the child was very strong. Even though he had several broken bones and was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he didn't utter a single groan. But when this notebook was taken away, he almost cried."
"But the captain of the guard finally brought it here."
Levi stared at his notes, unable to figure it out.
"What does he need such a note for?"
“Isn’t this normal?”
Eccelian didn't find it 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 'real Lord's work' that is several decades old."
"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 must be very important. Perhaps it was given to him by an elder in his family for safekeeping. It would definitely be unpleasant if it was lost like this.
"Just take it. Consider it as me picking up lost items for your people."
"That's not okay. We can't take people who do good things for granted."
Levi shook his head, thought for a while, and copied a general history of Roadside Castle with a book and pen, stamped his own private coat of arms on it, and wrote a word of thanks.
Then he put a small red flower in it, and also placed a heavy and exquisite gold coin with the Roadside Castle emblem on it.
"With this certificate, you can seek help from anyone in the Free Cities."
“Do you still have this tradition?”
Ecselion took the book, gold coins and flowers handed to him by Levi, feeling curious.
“It didn’t exist before.”
Levi leaned back and said, "But now I have it."
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