Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth.

Chapter 105 Intimidation
I'm just afraid that you will suddenly take that thing out.

Levi thought to himself, turned around helplessly, and prepared a row of milk in his backpack.

That ring is like a beacon, so we still need to be on guard.

The small experiment on the Supreme Ring began soon.

Step one, magma.

"Bilbo, do you see that lava?"

"I see, but what does 'ge' mean?"

"It's the unit of length I'm used to. It's roughly equivalent to the distance of one adult human step."

"I see. What should I do then?"

Bilbo pulled out the ring and looked up at Levi.

The ring shone brightly beside the lava, as if trying its best to spread its presence.

"Throw it in."

"what?"

"Throw it away, Bilbo, and if it's gone I'll go get it for you... I'll find you a new one."

"Ok."

Ignoring the struggling One Ring, Bilbo closed his eyes and threw it into the lava.

There was no expected sound of objects being burned.

Not only did the Supreme Ring not get destroyed, but it also floated up, as if it was protected by some force, and there was no sign of change for a long time.

Levi collected the lava in a bucket, and Bilbo picked up the ring inside.

After being in the boiling magma for so long, it is still cold.

"follow me."

After a while, the two arrived near the Gate of Hell again.

Levi looked left, right, and up into the sky to make sure there was nothing unusual before he said to Bilbo:
"Try throwing the ring through this door."

"Is this some kind of magic door? I'm really curious about what it does."

Bilbo said this without hesitation and threw the ring into the portal.

The result was that the ring passed straight through and fell to the ground, as if the hell portal did not exist.

"Row."

Levi took out a small box and said, "Bilbo, put it in there."

Then, pick up the box and start trying.

Cannot fit in backpack.

Can't fit in the box.

Cannot be brought into the portal.

All methods of storing dead objects are ineffective against it.

In other words, this thing seems to be, by definition, a...living thing?
It can be transported, but it cannot be standardized.

"It's okay, take it."

It seems that some things cannot be destroyed just because you want to.

After all, if you really do that, it would be like suddenly interrupting a piece of music that is being played, bringing everything that is developing in an orderly manner to an abrupt halt, with no sequel or epilogue, it would just end so abruptly.

——Commonly known as unfinished project.

This behavior should really be stopped.

After finishing these experiments which seemed a little strange to Bilbo, Bilbo did not go back immediately, but stayed here for a few days.

"Sometimes I can't tell the difference between here and the Glen."

Standing on a high place and looking at the entire territory, Bilbo sighed.

"Except for the lack of natural scenery, everything here is no worse than in the valley, even the people. They look very happy."

"You can live here forever if you want."

Faced with Levi's invitation, Bilbo hesitated.

An Elf Lord in Rivendell said the same thing.

After a moment, he nodded and said:

"Thank you, but I think my Bag End is also very good. If you have nothing to do, you can come to my house and stay as long as you want. Just walk in when you come. No need to knock. There will be plenty of refreshments."

"Then you better be careful that you may not have enough snacks at home."

"As much as you can eat, if you can eat it."

Bilbo replied, looked up at the weather, and said, "It's time." "I should go back, Levi."

"It must be very cold in Bag End now. I must get home and light the fire."

"Okay, I'll go with you. Don't forget that you have a set of golden apples stored with me - a set means 64. I guess you want to ask this."

Bilbo held back his words.

The two of them left the city together that day, heading for the Shire at a leisurely pace, as if they were taking a hiking trip.

Until the third day after leaving Roadside Fort.

A snowflake fell.

This time, winter has really arrived.

When they arrived at Bilbo's house, there was a lot of snow on the ground. The snow was piled up in the yard without a trace.

"The good news is that no one came to my house this time while I was gone."

"The bad news is that it's probably not warmer inside than outside right now."

It took Bilbo a while to light the fire in the house, adding a little warmth to the house.

After piling the golden apples in Bilbo's storage room, Levi asked Bilbo for the direction of the Sackville house, and then walked straight there, intending to visit this restless Hobbit family.

Bilbo hastened to follow, out of concern - chiefly for the Sackvilles.

Dang Dang Dang.

As the knock on the door sounded, there was immediately a noise in the room, and a voice came from far away and gradually approached the door.

"Who? If you are a guest, then you came at a bad time. We are not prepared to receive you..."

crunch.

The door opened and the conversation stopped abruptly.

"Bilbo?"

The hobbit who opened the door frowned.

"What are you still doing here? Let me tell you, we have returned all your things. There is absolutely nothing left. If you have lost anything, don't come to us!"

"No, no, no, it's not me, Osso Sackville, who's coming to you."

Bilbo pointed helplessly to the side.

"Is my friend."

"Hello you all."

"Human? What do you want—"

The moment Oso raised his head, his voice suddenly stopped.

Have I heard this outfit somewhere before?
Was it at the pub or the farm?

"You probably don't know me very well."

As he spoke, Levi forced the door open and bent over to squeeze in. The noise startled Lobelia (Oso's wife) in the house, and she came out vigilantly with a frying pan in her hand.

"Uninvited guests are not welcome here!"

She said viciously.

"Yes, yes, that's certainly not good, then let me introduce myself."

Bilbo stretched out his hand and wanted to say something, but Levi pushed it back.

"I am an adventurer, and that's how I would introduce myself to the general public."

Levi walked forward slowly step by step. His tall figure and black armor were quite oppressive, forcing the Oso couple to retreat.

He continued:
"But if you want to know more, I am the slayer of orcs, the slayer of wargs, the enemy of orcs and Mordor in the Misty Mountains, the ally of elves and dwarves, the slayer of dragons, the lord of wayfort and river city and the protector of it -"

"My name is Levi."

Levi suddenly smiled and said something.

At this moment, Mr. and Mrs. Oso had been forced into a corner of the house, shaking like sieves.

During this short introduction, every time Levi mentioned one of his titles, their spirits weakened a little, and their courage decreased a little, until the very end, when Levi finished speaking, they stood there as if they were under some spell, not daring to move.

No one would doubt that if Levi took another step forward, they would burst into tears in the next second.

"Relax, I won't do anything to you."

Levi said softly:
"I just heard that not only did you try to occupy my friend's house, but you also planned to auction off the gift I gave him."

"Is that right?"

Hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Oso's hearts skipped a beat and one of them couldn't hold back his tears.

It’s over.

He's in league with Bilbo!
(End of this chapter)