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Chapter 592 Green Dragon Tavern
"That's enough! Don't you think it's not chaotic enough?"

The dwarves had naturally loud voices, so all the bad things they said about the cricket people behind their backs were heard by Gandalf and Bilbo when they returned.

At this moment, not only the old wizard looked unhappy, even the good-tempered Bilbo looked a little dark.

Seeing that the dwarves seemed unconvinced, Gandalf continued, "What Michael said is right. Not only are you rude, you are also arrogant."

"It is no longer the era of Durin's dwarves' prosperity a hundred years ago. No one owes you anything. Instead, you want to take back your homeland and need help from others..."

Compared to Mike, the dwarf's behavior of making a mess of someone else's house as soon as he entered the door is indeed unpleasant.

Seeing that Gandalf was really angry, Balin, the "brain trust" who had served three generations of Durin the Dwarf King, quickly admitted his mistake and said, "Gandalf, you know that we dwarves are born with such a character and have no ill intentions. I just spoke too quickly before..."

As he said this, the white-bearded dwarf signaled Thorin with his eyes, asking him to submit to the wizard.

The fact is just as Gandalf said, there are only a dozen dwarves left in Durin now, and they cannot take back the Lonely Mountain by their own strength.

"I think my people are not wrong. Lonely Mountain belongs only to the dwarves of Durin. We can take back our homeland without help from others..." As if he did not see Balin's hint, Thorin's attitude remained tough.

Or arrogance.

"Is that really the case?" Gandalf, who was also angry, did not give the dwarf king in front of him face and said bluntly: "Are you sure you can enter the Lonely Mountain without the secret map and key?"

"Also, Smaug has memorized the scent of you Durin dwarves more than a hundred years ago. Once you get close, it will wake him up in advance..."

"So, you really think you can steal the Arkenstone from Smaug without the help of the Snitch?"

Here, the old wizard once again implicitly pointed out the importance of Bilbo to Thorin and others.

"Even if what you said is right, just let this Hobbit "Snitch" join. There is no need to find anyone else to share the treasure of our Dulin family." Thorin agreed with some of the old wizard's statements, but still had no intention of giving in.

"Forget it, anything is fine. I just hope that after we take back the Lonely Mountain, you can keep your promise and share the wealth of your Durin dwarves with Bilbo." Gandalf understood the dwarves' bad temper, so he was not prepared to continue arguing with Thorin.

As for sharing the wealth, that was an agreement Gandalf made with Thorin before the adventure team was formed.

"No problem. If this Mr. Snitch can really help us get the Arkenstone back, why not give him one-fourteenth of the treasure?" Thorin was obviously prepared. After looking at Bilbo again, he took out a contract from his arms.

"Wait, wait a minute. Although I sympathize with the plight of Durin the dwarves, I'm really not Mr. Snitch..." Looking at the contract handed to him, Bilbo panicked again.

"It's decided!" Seeing the dwarf's sincerity, Gandalf walked to the dining table and cleared a space, then carefully took out an ancient scroll and key, and explained: "Time is running out, so I'll make it short. This scroll records a secret entrance to the Lonely Mountain, and this key is the key to opening the entrance."

These two things were the last resort left by the Durin dwarves, and the old wizard obtained them by accident.

Now it comes in handy.

"The map to Lonely Mountain?" Thorin picked up the scroll and looked at it excitedly.

On the other side, Whitebeard Balin held up the golden key as if he was holding a treasure.

This is the hope for the revival of the Dwarves of Durin!!!

At the same time, the other dwarves also gathered around Balin, admiring the key in his hand like pilgrims.

For a moment, Bilbo was the only one in the room, still in a trance, not knowing what was going on.

"So, what's written on it?" After a long time, Thorin, who was studying the scroll, asked.

The clue to enter Lonely Mountain was there, but Thorin couldn't understand the words on it at all.

Upon hearing this, the other dwarves came closer curiously, then shook their heads to indicate that they didn't understand either.

Then, a group of dwarves looked at the old wizard eagerly.

"It is written in runes, so before we go to Lonely Mountain, we need to find someone who knows runes to help us decipher the information on it." Gandalf said the solution directly without hiding anything. "So, who can read runes?" Thorin's nephew Kili asked the dwarves.

"Elf~" Gandalf gave the answer again.

"No, I can't ask the elves for help." The hatred between the dwarves and the elves was planted a hundred years ago. Thorin put the scroll in his arms and said, "I don't believe that no one except the elves can understand runes."

After that, he got the important clue and avoided the old wizard and said to the other tribesmen: "Everyone should go to bed early. We will set out for Lonely Mountain early tomorrow morning."

Thorin did not forget that there was a human "competing" with the dwarves.

On the other side, after saying goodbye to Bilbo and the old wizard, Mike flew out of the Shire Town soon.

Strictly speaking, the Shire is very large and almost entirely the territory of the Hobbits, and there are also many humans living around the hardworking and simple Hobbit town.

Some of them make a living by farming, but quite a few of them make a living by doing business with the Hobbits in the Shire.

Therefore, the commercial area around Shire Town is not small.

Mike, who had no plan to travel overnight, chose an inn called the Green Dragon Tavern and walked in, on the one hand to find a place to stay and on the other hand to gather information.

Middle-earth is very vast, and Mike doesn't want to run around like a headless fly. So his top priority now is to get a map of Middle-earth.

"A beer, thank you~"

The Green Dragon Tavern was the largest hotel in the commercial district, and the lobby was lively even at night. There were many people dressed as rangers drinking and bragging, so Mike followed the local customs and went to the bar, ordered a beer, and sat down.

As the dark forces of Middle-earth revived, hunting dark creatures gradually became an industry.

The rangers who can fight against dark creatures may not be very powerful, but they are definitely knowledgeable.

Otherwise, he would have died in some dark corner long ago.

"You are new here, right? Do you need any help?" As Mike was drinking and listening to the drunks chatting, a woman in a hoodie sat next to him and said confidently, "I guarantee that no one here is more informed than me."

"Oh, is there a map to Lonely Mountain?" Mike turned to look at the woman.

The man had a delicate face, and his ears, which were deliberately hidden under his hood, were pointier than those of ordinary humans. He was obviously a half-elf.

"A map to Lonely Mountain?" Sophia seemed surprised to hear the question and looked at the man in front of her again.

He was elegantly dressed, had an exceptionally handsome appearance, and his temperament was totally out of tune with the other people in the pub. It was initially judged that he was a "little fat sheep" who had not experienced any hardships.

Besides, the Lonely Mountain is located at the easternmost part of Middle-earth, not far from the dark lair of Mordor.

The closer to Mordor, the stronger the dark forces become, and generally rangers would not go to such dangerous places.

"What, no?" Mike looked at the woman in front of him with sparkling eyes with interest.

Although the other party's performance was very subtle, the scrutinizing look made people feel uncomfortable.

To be precise, this half-elf woman had bad intentions.

"You're lucky. I happen to have a map to Lonely Mountain..." Sophia smiled, took out a simple map from her pocket, and said, "Just ten... no, just eight gold coins, and it'll be yours."

"Deal~" Mike pretended to search his pocket, and then eight golden coins were placed on the table.

"The road to Lonely Mountain is very dangerous. If you really want to go, it's best to find a few more companions." Perhaps out of compassion, Sophia kindly said this before accepting the gold coins and leaving.

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(End of this chapter)