People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 136 Final Chapter, Sarin's Farewell
"A well worth the trip."

Looking at the joyful and grateful soldiers, Tang Sen sighed: "However, the journey will always have an end. I think my journey is over."

Gandalf nodded, he had a hunch.

In his view, travelers must have their own mission when they come to this world under the watchful eyes of Iluvita, and when the mission is completed, it is naturally time to leave.

Just like himself, after the Supreme Lord of the Rings was destroyed and Sauron was completely wiped out, his mission as a wizard in Middle-earth was also completed, and he could return to Valinor and return to the essence of Maier.

Only Sha Lin didn't realize the hidden meaning in Tang Sen's words. Feeling the roar of mountains and tsunami in all directions, she said excitedly: "Tang Sen, have you seen it? Everyone is calling your name!"

"They're only calling travelers." Tang Sen said with a smile, "That's my title, not my name."

"That's right." Sharin scratched his fiery red hair, not caring about the question: "Anyway, it's you."

She giggled and said, "I never thought that a simple hire would allow me to stand on the land of Mordor, on top of Mount Doom. All of this feels like a dream."

"However, everything is for the best."

At this time of enjoying the fruits of victory, Shalin made an invitation without hesitation: "Tang Sen, now that the journey is over, where do you plan to go?"

"Why don't you come with me to the Lonely Mountain? The great hall of Erebor is the best place in Middle-earth, where we can hold the greatest banquet. All Durin dwarves, including the people of the Blue Mountains and the Iron Hills The clansmen will all go there."

"We have enough wealth to buy the best wine and the most delicious ingredients in the world."

She laughed and said, "Of course, don't worry that I will cook myself. Sharda should be happy to cook. Tang Sen, don't you like his barbecue?"

Tang Sen looked at this initial follower and said with a smile: "The Lonely Mountain is very good, but unfortunately it is not my destination."

Sharin was a little disappointed, but he didn't mind. He smiled and said, "Indeed, you are not a dwarf."

"However, I will rebuild River Valley City, which will become a prosperous city like White City, where you can enjoy the respect of humans and dwarves."

"Sha Lin, my journey is over." Tang Sen couldn't bear to interrupt the other party, but he still said: "This means that the employment between us is also over."

"Didn't our employment end when we arrived at the Iron Hills?" Sharin remembered something, and suddenly smiled: "The Mithril coins you promised have not been paid to us, but it doesn't matter, you have given us too much. "

She said seriously: "The employment will end, but the oath of the dwarves will not end."

She looked at the giant dragon in the sky and said, "Although you may not need the protection of a dwarf right now."

"Sarin Mithril Hammer." Gandalf said in a deep voice, "What the traveler means is that he has to go."

"Walk?"

Sharin froze for a moment: "Where are you going? Gondor? Rohan?"

"These places are a bit far from the Lonely Mountain, but I don't have to stay in Erebor all the time, anyway, the war is over."

"A place farther away, Shalin." Tang Sen said.

Sharin fell silent.

She looked at Townsend's expression, then at Gandalf.

Finally realized something.

"So that's how it is." She lowered her head and said to herself, "I'm too slow."

"The trip is over, so the traveler has to go."

The cheers of those mountains and tsunami became irrelevant, Sharin raised his head again, and asked Gandalf seriously: "Can the dwarves go to Valinor?"

"Although there has never been such a precedent, but"

She paused, "I still haven't fulfilled my vow."

She remembered that the traveler seemed to come from outside Middle-earth like a wizard, so it must be Valinor, right?

Gandalf sighed, "If you wish, the gates of Valinor will of course be opened for you."

"However, the traveler is not there."

Sharin became agitated. She was almost angry. She stared at Gandalf and said, "Where is that?"

"Sarin."

Tang Sen interrupted the conversation between the two. He looked at the female dwarf and said seriously: "You still have your responsibilities in Middle-earth. Do you still remember your dream?"

"Now you are the Lord of the Mountain, and you bear the glory of the Durin dwarves. You need to lead your people to rebuild Erebor and River Valley City. You still have a long life to go."

"Me too, Sharin."

Tang Sen smiled and said, "It's time to say goodbye."

Sadness finally appeared on the usually optimistic face of the rugged female dwarf.

She clenched her fists, and after a long silence, she said stubbornly, "But, I swore to Durin that my hammer will always be at your disposal."

"Your name has fulfilled your oath to me." Tang Sen called out her name: "Salin Mithril Hammer."

"Keep the gift I gave you, Sharin, that mithril hammer is very meaningful to you and to me, isn't it?"

Shalin stroked the giant hammer in his hand, and finally forced a smile: "I never told you, Tang Sen, that this hammer is actually quite ugly."

"However, I now think it's the best hammer in the world."

She looked at Tang Sen, and the tenacity of the dwarf made her free and easy again: "Tang Sen, can you give me another gift?"

"what?"

"That helmet." Sharin said.

Tang Sen was stunned for a moment, and then realized which helmet Shalin was talking about.

When he came to this world for the first time, he improvised armor for Sarin in order to defend against Orcs.

It was also because of its greed that Sharin made the oath.

"It's not a helmet at all."

Tang Sen communicated with the Mithril Ring with his mind, and an ugly "jar" appeared in his hand.

"No, it is."

Sharin carefully took the "jar" and put it on his head.

A red beard emerges from the bottom of the "jar", like an upside-down potted plant, which looks extraordinarily funny.

"Tang Sen, goodbye."

Her voice was muffled through Mithril.

"Even after so long, your name is still difficult to pronounce."

Tang Sen was stunned.

He suddenly realized that he had been in this world for so long, whether it was wizards, other dwarves, or even everyone he met later, they would always call him a traveler.

There was only one person who kept calling him by his own name, and never changed his name.

Although that name is extremely awkward for the language habits of this world.

Probably because of the stubborn character unique to dwarves, just like her insistence on her oath, from the first self-introduction, she knew Tang Sen, not the traveler.

She worked hard and practiced how to call this name naturally.

Until the end, even Tang Sen himself got used to listening to it, so that he didn't notice this detail at all.

"What an unforgettable journey."

Tang Sen took a deep breath: "Goodbye, Shalin."

He had no way to stay any longer, so he raised his head, and Smaug's huge dragon body fell down, crawling down on his head, and Tang Sen followed its nose and walked step by step to the throne between the dragon's horns.

The dragon soared into the sky.

Until the land of Mordor became a small square on the ground, until the clouds completely covered the earth, and a bright starry sky appeared overhead.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to have emotional fluctuations." Smaug finally couldn't hold back his words: "I thought what was flowing in your body would be as cold as the dark curse you possess."

In Smaug's impression, Townsend has always been a cold and cruel person.

"Now that your journey is over, can you let me go?" It asked expectantly: "Don't worry, I won't covet the Lonely Mountain again, I can return to the far north beyond the Gray Mountains .”

"My journey is far from over, Smaug—" Tang Sen said in a deep voice, "and your oath is not over yet either."

"Huh?" Smaug growled. "That's not what you and the dwarf said!"

Tang Sen didn't explain. He slowly took out a cursed gold coin, stained it with his own blood, and took it back into the stone box in the space of consciousness.

The curse of immortality has completely disappeared in this world.

Then, he took out a gold coin again, allowing the curse of immortality to fall on him again.

After finishing this series of things, Tang Sen asked, "Smaug, would you like to take a look at the bigger world with me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

If the golden pupils could roll their eyes, Smaug's could roll their eyes to the sky.

"Obviously you didn't."

Tang Sen said seriously: "Did you know? Time is a long river. When I leave this world, the long river of Middle-earth will not stop flowing."

"What do you mean?" asked Smaug.

"What I mean is that I can take you away from a certain node in the long river, but I can't predict what you will do to Middle-earth after I leave."

Tang Sen laughed: "Actually, I don't care what happens to Middle-earth. I don't exist in this world, so this world doesn't exist for me either."

"However, when I think that the greed of the dragon may not be able to withstand the test without my control, even if it is a world that does not exist, I feel that I have to do something."

Smaug felt something was wrong, and he said hastily, "I'm not greedy at all now! I'm not interested in gold!"

"Don't be afraid, Smaug."

Tang Sen said softly, "You won't remember everything that happened now."

The mind communicated with the mithril ring for the last time, and the mithril wrapped around the dragon's heart changed its shape.

The scream of the giant dragon resounded throughout the sky, its golden pupils dimmed, and its huge body fell towards the earth.

A sense of weightlessness enveloped Tang Sen, and he closed his eyes.

"Consider it as the last thing I do for Sharin Mithril Hammer."

"Goodbye, this world."

(End of this chapter)