Start with the Lord of the Rings

late at night.

Inside the mayor's mansion.

The banquet room was very lively.

At this time, the long dining table several meters long was filled with all kinds of delicacies, all kinds of wine and delicacies.

The Bloated Mayor of Long Lake Town and Thorin Oak Shield sat at the two ends of the dining table.

The other members of the expedition team sat on both sides of the long dining table.

The vile clerk Everd could only stand at the dinner table.

"Notice, it's time to serve."

The bloated mayor looked at the secretary and waved his orders at will.

"Yes, my lord."

Everd had to bow and nod, and then walked outside with a hunched back and a necked neck.

Not long ago, Thorin Oakenshield's wonderful performance in front of the square successfully used the treasure under the Lonely Mountain as a bait, and got the support of the residents and the mayor of Changhu Town.

The bloated Mayor of Long Lake was also tempted by Thorin Oakenshield's identity and promise of treasure.

Very enthusiastically invited everyone from the down-and-out expedition to enjoy a feast.

Not only a feast, but also a free set of weapons and armor for everyone in the expedition.

Inside is a delicate and thick fleece warmer, and outside is a piece of bright steel armor made of steel.

Morgan sat at the long dining table, looking at himself, the beautiful armor suits of the dwarves around him with both appearance and warmth, looking at the cross sword, longbow, and quiver full of arrows.

I can't help but sigh in my heart: "In such a world, birth and bloodline are really important."

The members of the desolate expedition team, who had been prisoners not long ago, were sitting in the luxurious banquet hall of the mansion of the chief of a town in a blink of an eye.

Wearing a delicate and beautiful armor with fluff, in front of him is a variety of delicacies that are constantly served on the table like flowing water.

This was all because of Thorin Oakenshield's status as the King of the Mountain.

Even Bard, who is extremely frustrated today, has an extraordinary identity as a descendant of the king of the river valley state.

Although to a certain extent, it will be implicated by the identity responsibility on the body.

But in the same way, because of that layer of identity, their descendants can more easily succeed.

Of course, Morgan couldn't envy this kind of identity that came with him from birth.

He grew up in an orphanage in his previous life and didn't even have a horse.

Speaking of whether it is in the past or this life, the second generation of this kind of creature is indeed far higher than ordinary people, and it is easier to succeed.

But Morgan is not jealous, because he has a system plug-in.

"Sir, the dishes have been prepared."

At this time, the wretched and despicable secretary Aifud in a dark suit walked into the banquet room again, stood beside the bloated mayor and said respectfully.

It's just that the bloated mayor was busy dealing with the fried goat eggs on the dinner plate in front of him. He didn't even look at the secretary beside him, and waved his hand impatiently like chasing flies.

Everd's face was ugly, so he nodded respectfully, and then quickly walked out of the banquet room.

Looking at Alfred's hunchback and shrunken neck, he left the figure with an ugly expression.

Morgan laughed.

Not long ago, in the former square, when he saw himself being arrested with the dwarves, he stared at what he was saying in the ear of the bloated mayor.

Although Morgan couldn't hear it, he could clearly see from the other party's eyes that it was definitely not a good word.

Morgan had already planned.

If that guy Averd wants to settle this morning with himself in advance, he wants to trouble himself in public.

Morgan must not give each other a chance.

Or they will kill Aifud first, and then flee to Lonely Mountain first.

Anyway, in the daytime, everyone in the expedition team has been optimistic about the ship.

Either beat the other party directly first, and then hijack the other party and go to Lonely Mountain with him first.

Alfred must die anyway!

In the end, he didn't wait for the despicable Everd to trouble himself first.

Grumpy Godvarin couldn't help but jumped out first, and then there was the scene of Thorin Oakenshield's large-scale outfit.

Let Morgan's pre-planned plans have no chance to play.

But this is better, you don't have to take the risk of crossing the lake at night to go to Lonely Mountain.

You can also enjoy heroic meals and treatment in the warm mayor's mansion.

"Morgan, come here, cheers!"

At this time, the dwarf Ge Luoyin, who was sitting directly opposite, held up a fine glass of fine wine before his eyes.

Morgan came back to his senses, raised his delicate glass half-full of fine wine, and Ge Luoyin slammed it and drank it all in one go.

"Morgan, let's have a drink."

At this time, the dwarf Fili, who was diagonally across from the long table, also raised his glass and approached Morgan and said loudly.

"cheers."

"Morgan, I'll have a drink with you too."

Kili next to Fili also raised his glass to Morgan.

He drank three glasses of wine in a row, although with Morgan's current physical fitness, this amount of wine was nothing to him.

But he still hadn't eaten a single bite of the food, and there was a problem with these dwarves toasting like this one after another.

There is no such thing as a pass in this world.

However, facing the student Kili's wine, Morgan poured the glass to half full and drank it in one gulp.

Then, the dwarf Bofo, who was sitting beside him, stood up: "And me."

Looking at the dwarf's posture, Morgan decided to quit.

Seeing Morgan's appearance, the surrounding group of dwarves immediately became happy.

"Haha, Morgan quit."

"I won, give me the money."

"I just said the fourth cup of Morgan will quit you don't believe it, haha"

"If it wasn't for the Kili toast for the third cup, Morgan would have quit just now."

"I see Morgan suspicious"

"Don't talk nonsense, be willing to admit defeat and give money"

"Ha ha."

Listening to the joy and excitement in the chatter of these dwarf winter melons.

Morgan didn't know that he was used by these guys to open the brush again.

But that's nothing.

He also often played with dwarves in the dark.

But I think about from Hobbiton in early autumn to Longhu Town at the foot of Lonely Mountain.

A few months seemed like a blink of an eye.

Seeing that this journey is about to come to an end, the expedition team is not far from disbanding.

Morgan felt a little emotional, so he filled the wine glass in front of him again and watched the dwarves in front of him lift it up.

"Come on, I wish our friendship will last forever!"

"Friendship lasts forever, it's so good to say."

"fill up"

"Morgan, I know a dwarf with a beautiful beard. When the expedition is over, I will go back to Blue Mountain to introduce you to each other."

"Haha, Ge Luoyin, you are drunk."

"Morgan already has a female elf"

"Female elf?"

"What's so good about a female elf, she has no flesh on her body and no beard on her face"

"How can we dwarves be better"

"Damn, you don't believe me if you drink too much, Morgan is human, you idiot."

"What's wrong with humans? Humans can get along with elves, but can't they get along with us?"

"Racism is heresy"

"Groyin shut up!"

"Shut up, damn you!"

"Haha, thank you for your kindness, Ge Luoyin"

"But we humans are very dedicated."

"Come, drink, and wish our friendship will last forever."

"cheers."

"Hahaha"