"cheers..."
Two tall and thick wooden cups collided together, and the cool and overflowing beer splashed.
Gulu gulu...
The tempting sound of cow drinking lasted for a while.
"ah..."
An extremely satisfying moan sounded.
"Bang..."
The thick wooden wine glass was placed heavily on the wine table.
Morgan breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's great!"
Although the craftsmanship of the Hobbit's wheat beer is far less than that of the beer of previous generations, the alcohol content is also much lower.
But because the ingredients are pure wheat grains, and several kinds of fruits are added for fermentation, it can be said to be ale or fruit wine.
The mouth is mellow with a hint of fruity aroma, and after being "iced" (soaked in flowing cold stream water and taken out).
It made Morgan, who had lived as a savage for more than half a month, feel particularly happy when drinking.
"Not bad, the wine here is much more delicious than the wine in other places."
Gandalf wiped the wine stains from his beard and smiled.
"Really good..."
Morgan picked up a thick piece of smoked sausage from the plate in front of him and threw it into his mouth, chewing it as he spoke.
He hasn't had time to taste the wine from other places yet.
The original owner remembered drinking wine from the tavern in Ferro Town, and the taste seemed even worse.
He drank the Hobbit beer as fruit wine.
After all, in a world like this, the requirements cannot be too high.
"That's just one of the reasons I love it 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 as if he was enjoying it.
"I think so too, but before that, I have to accept enough commissions 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 staying in Hobbiton forever.
As if he heard Morgan mention the commission, Gandalf put down the cutlery in his hand, picked up the wheat beer that the bartender had just refilled, and took a long gulp.
Then he smiled and said: "Don't worry, this commission I introduced will definitely earn you a lot of commission..."
Morgan, who knew it well, immediately asked: "Gandalf, I would like to ask, who is the employer you introduced to me?"
Gandalf kept moving the knife and fork in his hands, put a piece of smoked sausage into his mouth, and said casually: "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 like he was being slapped in the face. After all, he had promised so much before, so he immediately continued: "But don't worry, with your strength, Morgan, you will definitely be qualified for this commission."
"Besides, there's me..."
Morgan nodded with a smile and raised the tall wine glass in his hand: "Of course I believe you, Gandalf, come..."
When the two of them walked out of the Blackcurrant Tavern, it was already dark.
Drink from the afternoon until the evening, no matter how low the alcohol content of the ale brewed by the Hobbit is.
The two of them were not drunk, but they already smelled 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 may have arrived, and may be waiting for his notification.
But it was obviously not appropriate for him to meet Bilbo Baggins, whom he had not seen for many years, or Thorin Oakenshield and his team in this state.
And today is a little too late in terms of time.
After thinking for a moment, Gandalf turned around decisively and walked back into the Blackcurrant Tavern behind him when facing Morgan's gaze.
Early the next morning.
Morgan finished washing and stood in front of the inferior glass mirror in the tavern room.
This was the first time he could really see his figure.
He is over six feet tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall.
He is tall and strong, with long black shawl hair tied into a ponytail. His face is thin and chiseled, and he has a pair of deep and charming blue eyes.
"Such good looks, such high-quality appearance conditions."
"No wonder I can hook up with so many lovers in Ferro Town, including the wife of my former boss, the captain of the Guards of Ferro Town..."
Looking at himself in the mirror, Morgan shook his head.
This figure and appearance are completely different from his previous life.
In his previous life, he looked ugly, even vicious.
But as a senior underground boxer, he is still a little famous. He has no shortage of money, and naturally there is no shortage of women.
Therefore, he doesn't care about his appearance.
Now that he suddenly turned into a handsome guy with a good figure and good looks, he was really feeling a little uncomfortable.
To put it bluntly, if he could, he would rather have the fierce face in his previous life.
Anyway, if you have strength, there will be no shortage of women anywhere.
However, becoming handsome is also a new experience in life, and Morgan will work hard to adapt.
Without thinking much, Morgan picked up the comfortable silk long-sleeved and brand-new leather breastplate and leg armor he just bought yesterday and started to put them on.
Yesterday's giant bear meat was sold for a total of three gold coins.
One standard gold coin in this world is approximately equal to twenty standard silver coins.
Treating Gandalf to a drink and a feast last night cost him ten silver coins, plus buying clothes, leather armor, arrows, and room expenses.
Morgan now has a total of two silver coins left on him.
It can be said that money is spent like water.
Among them, ten silver coins were spent on eating and drinking, fifteen silver coins were spent on replenishing the arrows in the quiver, and three silver coins were spent on 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 the dangers of this journey from the memory plot.
He originally thought about buying a set of steel wire armor, but he gave up after just asking about the price.
As for the cross sword that he had always wanted to change, he didn't even dare to ask.
Otherwise, it's too expensive.
The upper body is made of silk with long sleeves and a yellow breastplate.
The lower body is in tight-fitting clothing, and the legs are also tied with yellow leg armor.
His black hair was tied into a ponytail, and his beard was shaved off with a dagger.
Finally, he hung the long sword on his waist, the short sword on his calf, and the long bow and quiver on his back.
When Morgan finished tidying up and walked out of the room, he seemed like a different person.
Arriving at the tavern hall from the second floor, Gandalf looked at Morgan and nodded.
"Finally a bit like a bounty hunter."
"Let's go. If we don't show up, they may have to wait..."
The two of them left the Blackcurrant Tavern, took the reins from the attendant, then got on their horses and walked quickly towards the distance.
At this time, the sky was hazy, and a red sun in the east was hiding under the horizon.
The two rode horses quickly towards Hobbiton Town.
After a while, we crossed two clear streams, several low hills and hills, and large expanses of green crop fields.
A series of short, delicate, and scattered bunker-like huts appeared in their sight.
Morgan followed Gandalf and walked quickly forward with purpose.
Not long after, he saw a short, stocky hobbit sitting on a roadside bench and smoking leisurely.
