Chapter 1055: 1037Tasting

Chapter 1055 1037. Tasting

Amidst this concern about Gandalf's unreliability, Lindir, the steward of Rivendell, a black-haired male elf in casual clothes, led a group of people to the dining venue.

As the master, Elrond, according to etiquette, had to take off his armor, wash himself, and then put on his formal clothes before he could sit down at the table.

On the way over, Lan En saw the general appearance of this beautiful city.

In fact, according to his impression, this place looks a bit like Lothric or Yharnam.

In a city built in the mountains, the buildings are overlapping and staggered in three dimensions due to the uneven foundation.

And the elves don't seem to like adding guardrails to those narrow bridges across the abyss. They all just extend a straight walkway to the opposite side.

Humans who are timid and clumsy will probably have weak legs and cannot walk if they stand on it.

It’s just that the atmosphere in Rivendell is very different from that of Lothric and Yharnan.

The only similarity is the arrangement of buildings.

It is warm and relaxing here. The sunshine in all seasons has an intoxicating warm tone. Even the breeze blowing through the mountains and forests has a fresh breath.

And Lothric and Yharnan may also be impressive during their prosperous period.

But unfortunately, by the time Lan En saw them, they were already in a state of decay and dilapidation.

What remains is devastation, with monsters and madmen wandering around.

While the dwarves were pushing forward due to hunger and desire for the feast, Lan was able to have a private chat with Gandalf, who was also slowing down.

“In my opinion, you should have brought those warg cavalry here.”

In a soft whisper, Lann calmly said the words that made Gandalf's eyes widen.

"When you heard the wolf howling, you asked Thorin angrily if he had revealed his whereabouts. But at that time, I felt that you were a bit like you had done something bad yourself and blamed it on others, so you were anxious to steal the conversation and have the right to speak. "

"And when Radagast and I were leading the wargs away, you led the dwarves who had lost their minds and kept running after us. What do you think is wrong, Gandalf."

The old wizard licked his lips with his tongue awkwardly, his eyes wandering around.

He opened his mouth, apparently trying to explain something.

But Lan En had already confirmed his thoughts from his performance, so he ignored him at all.

"Don't try to deceive me by saying stupid things, Gandalf. To be frank, I really don't see what benefit calling the orc warg cavalry will do to you. Can you kindly explain it to me?"

Gandalf hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to the witcher and lowered his voice, which was not loud. His eyes were still carefully watching the dwarfs playing in front of him.

"This matter is of no benefit to me, but it is of great benefit to the dwarves and this team."

"How to say?"

Lan En looked like he was all ears.

“You have seen what they look like, and I guarantee you that everyone in this team has lost at least five kilograms since the beginning of the journey.”

Gandalf spread his hands, and his gray beard that reached his belly was swaying.

"Long distance travel is too difficult. After all, they are only mortals and need a good rest, just like horses need to eat refined food to gain weight quickly. Rivendell can provide the 'refined food' they need."

"And there is a question about our ultimate goal in our journey that must be answered in the wise and knowledgeable mind of Elrond."

Lan En took a bite of the cake. It tasted surprisingly good, and it was to his liking.

And it’s full of nutrients and energy.

It felt like dinner at Tom Bombadil's house, except that the content of pure life force in the meal was not comparable.

But this feeling is just Lan En’s taste.

He had not gone on a long journey without enough food and fatigue, and had to fight with trolls.

Although these meals are full of energy, they lack the greasy and meaty satisfaction, which makes the dwarves who have long since given up eating food unable to satisfy their mouths and tongues.

They murmured and complained as they ate, saying that the elves were feeding sheep.

The music of the elves is as calm and elegant as their food. The female elves who play the flute and the harp are all beautiful.

Their skin seemed to be shimmering under the warm sunlight of Rivendell.

While they were playing with their instruments, they often passed by Lan En curiously and looked at his hair and face.

This observation did not make Lan feel as awkward as he did in Arethusa College.

Because the eyes of these elves do not contain the fierce desires of sorceress apprentices, their curious eyes are clear and natural.

It seemed that he simply wanted to see the appearance of the elf-like person called ‘Adanisil’.

Under this clear gaze, Lan En smiled and nodded to them.

They also continued to maintain the beautiful music in a friendly and elegant manner while returning the greetings to him.

“This is Oakcrest, also known as [Beast Biting Sword].”

On Elrond's side, he is using the knowledge and knowledge accumulated in his long life at the high table to serve as an appraiser for the dwarves and Gandalf.

Elrond gently held a long sheathed sword in his hands, slightly opened the blade, looked at the inscription on it, and considered it.

This is Thorin's sword. Like the half-sword on Gandalf's waist, it is said that they were both dug out of the troll's lair.

Out of trust in his guests, or confidence in himself, Elrond allowed Gandalf and Thorin to enter the banquet armed with weapons.

This long knife is adapted to the arm span and height of normal humans. Thorin can use it freely because he is considered tall among dwarves.

And when Elrond gently pulled out a small section of the knife, a wisp of metal suddenly trembled and melodious, and a chill that made people's hair stand on end vaguely spread out.

There is no doubt that this is a rare and good knife.

Even Lan En, who was nodding to the female elves just now, was attracted by this feeling and turned his head.

He is sensitive and intoxicated with the art of swords, and it is difficult for him to miss an extremely good sword.

On the other hand, he felt that this sword was on the same level as the Lake Lady Sword on his waist!

“Can you let me have a look?”

Lann put down the glass of wine in his hand and looked at Thorin and Elrond with questioning eyes.

After the dwarf nodded, the elf smiled and passed the sword in his hand over Gandalf and handed it to Lan En.

The witcher pulled out Orcrest completely, and took off his gloves and rubbed his fingers on the delicate and graceful blade surface, like the most tender touch.

Surprise flashed in Lan En's eyes. There was no doubt that this knife was really a weapon comparable to his divine weapons.