Start with the Lord of the Rings

"cheers."

Two tall thick solid wood cups collided, and the cool and overflowing hops splashed.

grunt

The seductive cow-drinking sound continued for a while.

"what"

An extremely refreshing moan sounded.

"Bang"

Thick, large wooden wine glasses were placed heavily on the wine table.

Morgan let out a long sigh of relief: "It's cool!"

Although the Hobbit's malted beer is far less crafted than the beer of the previous life, the alcohol content is also much lower.

But because the material is pure wheat grain, and several kinds of fruits are added and fermented, it can be said to be ale wine or fruit wine.

The mouth is full-bodied with a hint of fruity aroma, and after being "iced" (soaked in cold flowing stream water and taken out).

It made Morgan, who had lived as a savage for more than half a month, drink it extraordinarily smooth.

"Not bad, the wine here is more flavorful than the wines in other places."

Gandalf wiped the wine stain from the beard around his mouth and laughed.

"Really good."

Morgan picked up a thick piece of smoked sausage from the plate in front of him and threw it into his mouth, chewing and opening his mouth.

He hasn't had time to taste the wines from other places.

The original owner had drank the wine from the Feiro Town Tavern in his memory, and the taste seemed to be even worse.

The Hobbit's beer, he also drank it as fruit wine.

After all, in such a world, the requirements cannot be too high.

"That's just one of the reasons I like it here."

"As long as you stay here a little longer, you'll find that you don't want to leave at all"

Gandalf sliced ​​the smoked fish on the plate in front of him with a knife and fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and said it was full of enjoyment.

"I think so too, but before that, I have to take on enough commissioned tasks and earn enough money."

"After all, I can't grow potatoes like The Hobbit"

Morgan nodded, agreeing with Gandalf.

But now he has no intention of living in Hobbiton.

It seems that he heard Morgan mention the meaning of entrustment, Gandalf put down the cutlery in his hand, picked up the wheat beer that had just been filled by the bartender, and took a gulp.

Then he smiled and said, "Don't worry, this commission I introduced will definitely make you earn a lot of money."

Morgan, who knew it well, immediately asked: "Gandalf, I want to ask, who is the employer you introduced to me?"

Gandalf kept moving the knife and fork in his hand, put a piece of smoked sausage in his mouth, and said casually: "A group of dwarves."

Morgan knowingly asked, "Dwarves?"

Gandalf nodded: "Yes, if you want to get this commission, you have to satisfy the dwarves."

Speaking of which, Gandalf seemed to feel a bit slapped in the face. After all, he had promised himself before, so he immediately continued: "But don't worry, with your strength, Morgan, there is absolutely no problem in being competent for this commission."

"Besides, what about me?"

Morgan nodded with a smile and raised his tall glass. "Of course I believe you, Gandalf, come."

When the two walked out of the Blackcurrant Tavern, it was already dark.

Drink from the afternoon until the evening, even if the hobbit brewed ale was low in alcohol.

The two were not drunk, but there was already a lot of alcohol on them.

Morgan looked at Gandalf. "Let's go now?"

Gandalf knew that the group of Turin dwarves who had made an appointment with him might have arrived, and perhaps they were now waiting for his notice.

But whether he was in this state at this time, it was obviously inappropriate to see Bilbo Baggins, whom he had not seen for many years, or Thorin Oakenshield and his party.

And today is a little too late in time.

After a little consideration, facing Morgan's gaze, Gandalf turned decisively and re-entered the Blackcurrant Tavern behind him.

Early the next morning.

Morgan finished washing up and stood in front of the poor glass mirror in the tavern room.

It was the first time he really saw his own body.

More than six feet tall, nearly one meter nine.

Tall and strong, with long black shawl hair tied into a ponytail, his face is thin and well-defined, with a pair of deep and charming blue eyes.

"Such a face value, such a high-quality appearance condition."

"It's no wonder that you can hook up so many lovers in Feiro Town, even including the former boss, the wife of the captain of the town guard in Feiro Town"

Looking at himself in the mirror, Morgan shook his head.

Compared with his previous life, such a figure is very different.

He looked ugly in his previous life, and could even be said to be vicious.

But as a senior underground boxer, he is still a little famous. He is not short of money, and naturally he is never short of women.

So, he doesn't care about his appearance.

Now that he has suddenly become a handsome guy with good physique and good looks, he is really uncomfortable.

To put it a bit pretentious, if possible, he would rather have the vicious face of his previous life.

Anyway, with strength, there will be no shortage of women anywhere.

But being handsome is also a new experience in life, and Morgan will work hard to adapt.

Without thinking too much, Morgan picked up the silk comfortable long-sleeved, brand-new leather breastplate that he had just bought yesterday, and began to wear the leg armor.

Yesterday's giant bear meat sold a total of three gold coins.

One standard gold coin in this world is approximately equal to twenty standard silver coins.

It cost ten silver coins to buy Gandalf a drink last night, plus the purchase of clothes, leather armor, arrows, and the room fee.

Morgan now has two silver coins left on his body.

Can be described as money like water.

Among them, ten silver coins were spent on food and drink, fifteen silver coins were spent on replenishing arrows in the quiver, and three silver coins were spent on new clothes and room charges.

The rest was spent on this new set of leather armor, a total of thirty silver coins.

Although the quality of leather armor seems to be very general.

Morgan knew the dangers of the journey from memory.

He originally wanted to buy a set of steel wire armor, but he gave up after only asking about the price.

As for the cross sword that he wanted to change before, he didn't even dare to ask.

Without him, it's too expensive.

The bodice features long silk sleeves and a yellow breastplate.

The lower body is tight-fitting, and the legs are also tied with yellow leg armor.

The black hair was tied into a ponytail, and the beard was shaved off with a short sword.

Finally, hang the long sword on the waist, the short sword on the calf, and the long bow and quiver on the back.

When Morgan finished tidying up and walked out of the room, it was as if he was a different person.

Coming to the tavern hall from the second floor, Gandalf looked at Morgan and nodded.

"Finally look like a bounty hunter."

"Let's go, we don't show up again, I'm afraid they will have to wait."

The two walked out of the Blackcurrant Tavern, took the reins from the attendant, and immediately got on their horses and walked quickly towards the distance.

At this time, the sky is hazy, and a red sun in the east is hidden under the horizon and will not appear.

The two of them rode quickly to the outside of Hobbiton.

After a while, I crossed two clear streams, several low hills and hills, and behind large tracts of green crops.

Another small, delicate, scattered bunker-like hut appeared in the sight of the two of them.

Morgan followed Gandalf, trotting forward with clear purpose.

It didn't take long for him to see a small, stocky hobbit sitting leisurely on a bench by the side of the road, smoking a cigarette.

begging for a ticket~~~