The black coast is always such a quiet place.

It's like the only quiet corner in the noisy world. It's the only commercial port open to the outside world for night elves. In this eternal night, night elves live peacefully here, as they did tens of thousands of years ago and now.

Elves always like to lean against the window near the sea, playing the past story with the lyre, singing songs, and tasting the beauty of time in memory.

For the long-lived race, memory is the real story.

"Record, honey, it's time to get up. The children are waiting for you to tell stories."

A gentle fairy with long white hair and sharp ears shook my arm hard and woke me from my sleep. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

Well, this is daisy, my sister, a little kid who always grows up. Although she is 350 years old, she is still a child.

I had some difficulty sitting up from the bed and coughing twice. The result of the adventure in the plague land is that I can no longer take up arms. Weakness takes root in my body. My fingers are still flexible, but I can no longer use a dagger to accurately stab the target in front of me.

It's lucky to be alive. If old Fordring hadn't found the best pastor of silver hand, I would have been back in the arms of the moon god. As for being able to go back to my hometown and see Daisy's face again, it would have been the happiest thing.

But I also got what I wanted.

Wealth, a good life, and the family that I have been ignoring.

I thought I helped the old fordins get together, but sitting on the boat back to Aberdeen, I looked at the ocean, and my mind was full of Daisy's fuzzy face. Only then did I realize that he had taught me a lot.

I can't imagine if the story of old Fordring and tyran happened to Daisy and me.

I should cherish my family, rather than allow time to destroy it and bury it, so when I got back to Aberdeen, I took Daisy back from Darnassus Seminary and lived together in my new big house.

Let faith go to hell, I want my family to be with me.

The great Elune won't care about a ELF's mind, I'm sure.

Those Crusader pearls brought me unimaginable wealth, so I used them to open a pub, which is very rare in the black coast. The elves like the wine from all over the world, so my business is good.

I call my pub "love and family", a bad name.

But I like it!

I hung a picture of the fordins on the wall of the tavern. Many human captains recognized the old fordins and wanted to collect the painting, but let their gold coins go to hell.

That's my baby. I won't sell it. That's my memory.

As for Ethan leen's legacy, the expensive magic wand was placed in front of the bar by me. Everyone who saw it would ask me its name.

I call it "the last repentance of the wicked", and it always attracts people's applause, especially those who have heard the story of old Fordring and tyran.

I knew I had the talent to be a poet.

A group of night elf children are always pestering me to tell stories outside. Daisy is one of them. I picked up my own lyre, gently plucked the strings, and then said to those children,

"How about the blue dragon in Dongquan valley today?"

"No!"

"I've heard all about it!"

"Record, we want to hear the story of Marshal Stormwind!"

"No, no, no! I want to hear the story of Lao Chen drinking with you

"I'm going to listen to the worms of heliosus!"

I scratched my head helplessly and looked at Daisy, who was looking forward to it,

"Well, shall I tell you the story of how I found those jewels in stansom?"

So another beautiful night, another beautiful song.

Then there is an unforgettable story and memory.

The song floats in the sea breeze of the misty sea, heading towards the distance. I hope it can reach the ears of those who love stories.

I'm rickord, a night elf assassin, a rich man, a tavern owner, a sister's brother, an old fairy who loves to tell stories.

This is my story. Do you like it?