Start with Lord of the Rings

Chapter 5 I really don't want to be handsome [Please recommend tickets]

"cheers."

Two tall and thick wooden cups collided together, and the cool and overflowing hops splashed.

咕噜 咕噜
The tempting sound of drinking cows lasted for a while.

"what"

There was an extremely smooth moan.

"bang"

The thick and large wooden wine glasses were placed heavily on the wine table.

Morgan let out a long sigh of relief: "Cool!"

Although the hobbit's malt beer is far less crafted than the previous life's beer, the alcohol content is also much lower.

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

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

It made Morgan, who lived as a savage for more than half a month, drink it very happily.

"Not bad, the wine here is much more delicious than the wine in other places."

Gandalf wiped the wine stains from the beard around his mouth and smiled.

"Really good."

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

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

The original owner remembered drinking wine from the tavern in Ferro Town, and the taste seemed to be even worse.

Hobbit beer, he drank it as cider.

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

"That's just one of the reasons I love being here."

"As long as you stay here for a while, you will find that you don't want to leave here at all"

Gandalf used a knife and fork to divide the smoked fish on the plate in front of him, stuffed it into his mouth, and said with enjoyment.

"I think so too, but before that, I have to accept enough entrusted tasks and earn enough money."

"After all, I can't grow potatoes like a hobbit"

Morgan nodded, agreeing with Gandalf.

But now, he has no intention of living in Hobbiton for a long time.

As if hearing Morgan mentioning the entrustment, Gandalf put down the tableware 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, the entrustment I introduced will definitely earn you a lot of commission."

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

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

Morgan asked knowingly, "Dwarves?"

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

Speaking of this, Gandalf seemed to feel that he was being slapped in the face. After all, he had made a promise before, so he immediately continued: "But don't worry, with Morgan's strength, you will definitely be qualified for this commission."

"Besides, there is me"

Morgan nodded with a smile, and raised the tall wine glass in his hand as he spoke: "Of course I believe you, Gandalf, come on."

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

Drink it from noon to night, no matter how low the ale the hobbit makes.

The two of them would not be drunk, but they already smelled a lot of alcohol.

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

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

But it is obviously inappropriate for him to meet Bilbo Baggins, whom he has not seen for many years, or Thorin Oakenshield and his party in this state.

And today is also a little too late in time.

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

Early the next morning.

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

It was the first time he really saw his figure clearly.

Standing over six feet tall, almost 1.9 meters.

Tall and strong, with black shawl and long hair tied into a ponytail, thin and well-defined face, and 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 the town of Ferro, even including your former boss, the wife of the captain of the town guard in Ferro town."

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

Such a figure and appearance, compared with his previous life, can be described as very different.

He had an ugly appearance in his previous life, and could even be said to be vicious.

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

So, he doesn't care about his appearance.

Now that he has suddenly turned into a handsome man with a good figure and good looks, he really feels a little uncomfortable.

To put it a little pretentiously, if possible, he would rather have that fierce face from his previous life.

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

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

Without thinking too much, Morgan picked up the silky comfortable long-sleeves, brand-new leather breastplate and leg armor that he just bought yesterday, and began to put them on.

A total of three gold coins were sold for the giant bear meat yesterday.

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

It cost ten silver coins to invite Gandalf to drink and eat last night, plus the purchase of clothes, leather armor, arrows, and room charges.

Morgan now has a total of two silver coins left on him.

It can be described as spending money like water.

Among them, I spent ten silver coins for eating and drinking, fifteen silver coins for supplementing the arrows in the quiver, and three silver coins for buying new clothes and room expenses.

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

Although the quality of the leather armor looks average.

Morgan knew from memory plots the dangers of the journey.

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

As for the long cross sword that he had been wanting to change before, he didn't even dare to ask.

Without him, it is too expensive.

The upper body has 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 dagger.

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

When Morgan finished tidying up and walked out of the room, it seemed like a different person.

From the second floor to the tavern lobby, Gandalf nodded as he looked at Morgan.

"Finally looks like a bounty hunter."

"Let's go, if we don't show up again, they may have to wait in a hurry"

The two of them left the Blackcurrant Tavern, took the reins from the servants, 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.

The two rode quickly to the town of Hobbiton.

After a while, after crossing two clear streams, several low hills and hills, and a large area of ​​green cropland.

Small, delicate, and scattered bunker-like huts appeared in the sight of the two of them.

Morgan followed behind Gandalf, walking quickly with a clear purpose.

It didn't take long for him to see a short, stocky hobbit sitting on a roadside bench and smoking a cigarette leisurely.

　Ask for a ticket~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)