Chapter 5

"Cheers..."

Two tall and thick solid wood cups collided with each other, and the cool and overflowing wine splashed.

Guru Guru Nagetto...

The tempting sound of cattle drinking lasted for a while.

"Ah..."

A great moan sounded.

"Bang..."

Thick wooden wine glasses were heavily placed on the table.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief: "cool!"

Although the Hobbit's wheat beer is far less skilled than previous beer, the alcohol level is also much lower.

However, because the material is pure wheat grain, it is brewed after fermentation with several fruits. It can also be said to be wheat wine or fruit wine.

The entrance is full-bodied with a hint of fruit aroma, plus "chilled" (soaked in flowing cold stream water and taken out).

Morgan, who had lived as a savage for more than half a month, drank very happily.

"Yes, the wine here is much more delicious than that in other places."

Gandalf wiped the wine stain on his beard and smiled.

"It's really good..."

Morgan picked up a thick smoked sausage from the plate in front of him and threw it into the inlet. He chewed it and said.

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

In the memory of the original owner, he had drunk the wine from the restaurant in Fero Town, and the taste seemed even worse.

Hobbit's beer. He drinks 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 longer, you will find that you don't want to leave here at all..."

Gandalf cut the smoked fish in the plate in front of him with a knife and fork and stuffed it into his mouth, full of enjoyment.

"I think so, too, but before that, I must take enough entrusted tasks and earn enough money."

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

Morgan nodded. He agreed with Gandalf.

But now he has no intention of staying in hobitun for a long time.

It seemed that when Morgan mentioned the meaning of entrustment, Gandalf put down his tableware, picked up the wheat beer just filled by the bartender and gulped.

Then he said with a smile: "don't worry, the commission I introduced will make you earn a lot of Commission..."

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

Gandalf kept moving his knives and forks. He put a smoked sausage into his mouth and said, "a group of dwarves."

Morgan asked knowingly, "dwarf?"

Gandalf nodded, "yes, if you want to get this Commission, you have to satisfy the dwarves..."

At this point, Gandalf seemed to feel a little slapped in the face. After all, he had promised before, so he immediately continued: "but don't worry, with your strength, it's absolutely no problem to be competent for this entrustment."

"Besides, there is me..."

Morgan smiled, nodded and raised his tall glass: "of course I believe you, Gandalf, come..."

It was already dark when they walked out of blackcurrant tavern.

From the afternoon to the evening, even if the accuracy of the wheat wine brewed by the Hobbit is lower.

They are not drunk, but they already have a lot of alcohol.

Morgan looked at Gandalf. "Shall we go now?"

Gandalf knew that the Turin dwarfs who had made an appointment with him might have arrived, and perhaps he was waiting for his notice now.

But it was obviously inappropriate for him to meet Bilbo Baggins or Sorin oak shield, who he had not seen for many years.

And it's too late today.

After a little consideration, facing Morgan's eyes, Gandalf resolutely turned and walked back into the blackcurrant tavern behind him.

The next morning.

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

It was the first time he really saw his figure.

He is over six feet tall and nearly one meter nine.

Tall and strong, black shawl, long hair tied into horsetail, thin face, clear outline, plus a pair of dark blue deep and charming eyes.

"Such appearance, such high-quality appearance conditions."

"No wonder you can hook up so many lovers in ferro Town, even including the former immediate boss, the wife of the captain of ferro town guard..."

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

Compared with his previous life, his figure and appearance are very different.

He was ugly and even ferocious in his previous life.

But as an underground black fist expert, he is still a little famous. He doesn't lack money, and naturally he never lacks women.

So he doesn't care about his appearance.

Now he suddenly becomes a handsome force with good figure and appearance. He is really uncomfortable.

If he could, he would rather have the ferocious face of his previous life.

Anyway, there is strength. There will be no shortage of women everywhere.

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

Without much thought, Morgan picked up the silk comfortable long sleeves, brand-new leather chest armor and leg armor just bought yesterday and began to wear them.

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

In this world, a standard gold coin is about twenty standard silver coins.

Last night, I invited Gandalf to drink and have a big meal. I spent ten silver coins, plus buying clothes, leather armor, arrows and room rate.

Morgan now has two silver coins left.

Spending money is like running water.

Among them, it cost ten silver coins to eat and drink, fifteen silver coins to replenish the arrows in the quiver, and three silver coins to buy new clothes and room expenses.

The rest was spent on this new leather armor, a total of 30 silver coins.

Although the quality of leather armor looks average.

Morgan knew the danger of the trip from his memory.

He originally wanted to buy a set of steel armor, but he just asked the price and gave up.

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

Without him, it's too expensive.

The upper body has long silk sleeves and a yellow breastplate.

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

The black hair was tied into a horsetail and the beard was scraped off with a short sword.

Finally, hang the long sword on your waist, fasten the short sword to your lower leg, and carry the long bow and quiver bag on your back.

When Morgan finished sorting out and walked out of the room, it was like a different person.

From the second floor to the tavern hall, Gandalf nodded at Morgan.

"Finally, it looks like a bounty hunter."

"Come on, we won't show up again. I'm afraid they'll have to wait..."

They went out of the blackcurrant tavern, took the reins from the attendants, turned on their horses and walked quickly to the distance.

At this time, the sky is hazy, and a red sun in the East is hidden under the horizon.

The two rode quickly to the layman of hobitun.

After a while, he crossed two clear streams, several low hills and hills, and a large area of green crops.

In their sight, small, exquisite and scattered bunker like huts appeared again.

Morgan followed Gandalf and walked forward with a clear purpose.

Before long, he saw a short, stocky hobbit smoking leisurely on a roadside bench.