Chapter 47

Bursts of fragrance came from the boiler and grill.

There was no need to shout. The dwarfs just sucked their noses to know whether the food was cooked or half cooked.

Morgan and Bilbo have now learned this ability of dwarves.

On the previous trip of more than a month.

Because the food is compact, if the dining time is a little slow, although it will not be impossible to eat.

But there must be a lot of dried meat and meat left.

In order to grab food with the dwarves and not fall behind, Morgan and Bilbo also learned the ability of dwarves to recognize birth and maturity from the smell of food with their nose.

There was a circle of dwarves around the card game.

The main players are dwarf Philip, Beaufort and groin.

Beaufort, who had grabbed a handful of rotten cards, was having a headache about how much he would lose in this game.

However, when the smell of meat came from one side, Beaufort's eyes lit up immediately. Almost without hesitation, he threw down his cards and shouted, "breakfast is ripe, it's time to eat, don't play!"

Beaufort left his card and ran away, but he was grabbed by groin, who was faster. Groin handed the card to Beaufort and said fiercely, "I still want to run. Look what card I have!"

Another card friend Philip also handed over the cards in his hand at the right time. Hehe said with a smile, "bofo, look at my cards again."

"Ha ha, Beaufort wants to do this again..."

"Groin won't be fooled for the third time..."

"Well done..."

"Ha ha, we'll do the same next time..."

"Time for dinner..."

"Wow, today's breakfast is so delicious..."

"Pomber's cooking is better than before..."

"It's just that the elves give enough spices, and I can do it..."

"My God, Dory, can you forget your cooking?"

"Philip is right. Dory's cooking is a nightmare. I still remember..."

"Hey, come on, okay? I don't want to..."

"Ha ha, you see, Dory finally knows he's shy

"Hate..."

"Ha ha..."

In the picturesque scenery of ravendale, under the warm sun in early autumn, on a sunny day.

Morgan enjoyed a very big breakfast with a group of dwarfs.

After a pleasant breakfast.

Morgan went alone to the quiet corner of the garden to practice the white duck sword.

Concentrate on practicing white duck sword in the morning.

Practice archery in the afternoon.

This is Morgan's training plan for his visit to ravendale.

Master Lv2 level white duck sword and LV3 level bow and arrow as quickly as possible.

Morgan's ravendale holiday was boring.

Compared with Morgan, dwarfs are much more comfortable on vacation.

Ravendale has endless meat, all kinds of meat.

And endless wine, all kinds of wine.

Speaking of it, Lord Elon is very good for the expedition. As long as it is a normal demand, he almost responds to every request.

Of course, the needs of dwarves are basically in food and drink.

Dwarves are not polite to elves who ask.

A few small barbecues a day, plus a barbecue supper party in the evening.

Eat and drink without restraint every day, plus too little exercise.

In addition to sitting together, telling jokes and playing cards.

It's the one who takes a bath at the largest square fountain in Rivendell and takes off naked.

It can be imagined that the whole body is covered with dark body hair, and the body is like a huge human shape. Only a black mouse takes a bath.

This makes all the elves feel that they can't bear to look straight and feel hot eyes.

The elves reacted to Lord Elon.

Lord Elon told his old friend Gandalf.

After Gandalf came forward to persuade, the dwarves restrained.

Eating and drinking is out of control and exercise is too little.

This leads to the short people's body shape, almost fattening at the speed of sight.

Finally, SOLIN oak shield found out this terrible situation, and the dwarves were controlled to eat and drink.

The ravendale holiday in Bilbo is also very comfortable.

It is not used for Morgan's hard training, but also different from the dwarf's indulgence in pleasure.

Bilbo likes to stay in ravendale's library.

Ravendale's elves are rich, have a long life, and have never experienced war since it was built.

For countless years, the books accumulated in ravendale's library have been amazing.

Bilbo stayed in the library almost every day.

Gandalf was more free and leisurely.

Because of his relationship with Lord Elon, Gandalf was more familiar with ravendale than anyone on the expedition.

Gandalf would often eat, smoke and chat with the expedition.

But sometimes when I get tired of eating the barbecue of the dwarves, I go to have dinner with Lord Elon for a change.

At other times, they either stroll around, chat and drink tea with Lord Elon, and then go fishing in the river in front of ravendale.

Fishing is an extremely patient sport.

First of all, it must have nothing to do with the dwarves. Even if the dwarves have more time, they are not willing to waste a minute on such boring things as fishing.

To the dwarves, fishing is much more boring than Morgan's rain or shine training.

Bilbo is not interested in fishing, either.

Only Morgan is a little interested in fishing.

But because of his training, he didn't spend much time fishing with Gandalf.

Gandalf didn't care, just killing time.

In this way, six days passed in a flash.

The evening of the seventh day.

In the small garden in front of the rest room of the ravendale expedition.

A big bonfire was burning.

Meat sprinkled with spices on the grill gives off a strong aroma.

Members of the expedition were sitting around the campfire and eating.

This is a very common dinner barbecue party for the expedition in ravendale.

Balin, the dwarf with white beard, drank the wine in the glass, wiped the wine stains on his beard, looked at SOLIN. Oak shield said, "SOLIN, we have been repairing in ravendale for some time. It's time to continue our journey. We don't have so much time."

"I know. I'm going to mention it to Gandalf. I'll leave in two days."

SOLIN oak shield nodded and said in a deep voice, continuing to deal with the meat in his hand.

At the same time.

Deep in ravendale, in an exquisite and luxurious attic.

Gandalf is dining with Lord Elon.

"Lord Elon, today is the seventh day. I don't know when the one you said will arrive?"

Gandalf chewed the last sweet fruit on the plate and swallowed it.

Then he put down the tableware, picked up a white napkin, wiped the stains on his mouth, and asked.

"Why, I'm tired of staying here?" Lord Elon smiled.

"Of course not."

"Just keep going, SOLIN. They'll never stay."

Gandalf shook his head and opened his mouth. He obviously knew enough about SOLIN oak shield.

"I don't know the specific time, but calculating the time should be in these two days."

Lord Elon smiled and comforted.

Just then, a beautiful little bird with small body and white feathers suddenly stopped by the window.