I'm In Middle-Earth: Going To Slay A Dragon At The Start

Chapter 52 Grandpa. I am your grandson (one more, ask for a monthly ticket for flower evaluation!)

Carl said that he was swearing, but Bud was a little puzzled.

Why is Carl so confident? Could it be that he thought he knew the situation in Changhu Town better than himself?

“Your Excellency, although I am very grateful that you believed in me and entrusted and gave me so many gold coins, I don’t think your suggestion is very good.” Bud said with a frown.

“That guy over there is a blood-sucking worm. If you walk in front of him like this, you will definitely be sucked clean by him.”

Bud was still trying to persuade him. Carl made a good impression on him, so he gave him the rare kind words and patience to guide him.

“Of course, I understand,” Carl nodded, his face didn’t change because of Bud’s words, he just smiled and continued,

“I understand your concern, but ah, sometimes… the size of a worm’s belly can’t suck the blood of a bull, can’t it?”

Bud frowned again.

What does Carl mean by this? Did he think that with Alfred’s greed, he wouldn’t plunder everything from them?

How much wealth do they have? Can’t suck?

Seeing that Carl didn’t listen to the advice, Bud lost his patience in an instant, and just snorted coldly:

“Then don’t blame me for not reminding you. When you regret it, don’t cry to me for help.”

After all, Bud took out his bag of gold coins, thought about it, stuffed it into a wooden barrel, and then filled it with fish.

He didn’t want to let Alfred take his money, and as for Carl, don’t listen to his advice.

After everything was done, Bud finally propped up the long pole and slowly thought about the pier slipping away.

“Stop!” As expected, Bud was stopped by Alfred and his men as soon as he rowed in front of the waterway.

Alfred looked at the dwarves and humans behind Bard in surprise.

After being surprised, Alfred started to attack, he said: “Bud, who are they?”

Without waiting for Bud to reply, he said directly, “Could it be a robber? A killer?”

“Hmph, you are so courageous that you dare to bring these ignorant outsiders into the town of our Lord Mayor without authorization. Aren’t you afraid that the mayor will find out and punish you?”

Bud was helpless: “Alfred, they are the people I met in the West Bank.”

“They asked me to take them to the east coast. They are just a group of innocent people, not some killer robbers. This trip to Changhu Town is just a pass.”

“Bullshit! Look what they have in their hands?” Alfred jumped up and called, pointing at the dwarf, “Look at the dwarf, the axe, the hammer, the sword, tsk tsk, you tell me they’re just innocent people?”

“Look, there’s a little monster!” Alfred pointed at Gulu and continued.

“I think you have bad intentions, trying to call these savages to harm our town.”

Hearing this, Sorin frowned.

The axe in Groin’s hand jumped even more, he really wanted to kill the guy in front of him with an axe.

Carl watched Alfred’s performance with interest.

I have to say, this guy’s work of splashing dirty water is quite a set, and it’s quite wonderful.

Bud still tried to explain to Alfred, but obviously, Alfred didn’t like Bud. No matter what he said, he never opened his eyes and just scolded him there.

Of course, Alfred really hated Bud. Bud is a well-known and good man in Long Lake Town, what about him? Alfred is a famous traitor and villain in Long Lake Town. Everyone rolls his eyes, and he might scold him secretly.

So, how does this make him feel good about Bud, who is the opposite of his reputation? Of course, if you find an opportunity, you have to step on it.

…

On the side, Carl saw that Bud seemed to be unable to understand Balfred, and the dwarves seemed to be unable to bear it, and slowly stood up.

“Great Lord Alfred, we have a present to pay tribute to the mayor of Long Lake Town, and I hope you can accommodate.”

“Huh?” Alfred turned his head and looked suspiciously at Carl who suddenly said, “Who are you?”

He had planned to attack Carl, but when he heard the word “great”, he changed his attitude.

It seems that some of the people that Bud brought are also pleasing to the eye, so this is the right thing to say.

“If you go back to the adults, my name is Grandpa. I’m your grandson (in Chinese). If you don’t dislike me, just call me ‘Grandpa’.” Carl said with a kind smile.

“Grandpa?” Alfred was a little confused when he heard the strange pronunciation. He couldn’t understand the meaning of the name, thinking it was a language unique to the wild west.

Thorin Bilbo and the dwarves also looked at Carl strangely. When did Carl have such a name? How could they not know?

However, although they were puzzled, seeing that Carl seemed to have some plans, they did not ask any questions.

……

“Grandpa… Grandpa, what gift do you have?” Alfred asked stubbornly.

“Hehe, a precious gift, worth a thousand dollars.” Carl squinted his eyes and smiled.

Hearing this, Alfred’s eyes lit up slightly, a sly look suddenly flashed in his eyes, his face suddenly became distressed, and he said:

“Grandpa, I want to help you, but this makes me very embarrassed.”

“You must know that the mayor has a lot of time to manage, but he doesn’t have so much time to pay attention to ordinary people like you.”*