Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth.

Chapter 52 Dispute
"Hiccup~"

At the castle dining table, Bombur burped, rolled his eyes, and fell asleep snoring in his chair.

"Oh…"

Gandalf shook his head. "Someone carry him into the house. I told you not to eat so much."

Old Balin patted his round belly and said:

"Forgive me, Gandalf. I have never eaten such delicious food. Everything here is so beautiful. The scenery is beautiful and the food is delicious. It's a pity that there is no wine."

"If I had known there would be such a banquet, I would have used all my silver coins to buy a few barrels of good wine in the town we passed by before."

At this moment, all the dwarves at the table were plump and burping.

Thorin was the most restrained one, chewing his food slowly and savoring it from beginning to end.

But the fork in his hand never stopped.

Seeing that Gandalf seemed to be stealing glances at him intentionally or unintentionally, Thorin temporarily stopped what he was doing, coughed twice and said, "I have to say that these dishes are indeed worthy of praise, and many of the methods are unprecedented and quite novel."

After finishing his review, Thorin greeted Levi again and said, "Thank you very much for hosting us."

After seeing this city, Levi's image in everyone's mind has changed a lot. He is not only a wandering knight, but also a lord going to war.

Although this territory seems to have very few people, or in other words, there has never been any human activity at all, but with the ability of this lord, if he launches a call to recruit people, I am sure that many people will come here one after another.

In addition, judging from the situation in the territory, the lord seems to be a powerful being who can use some magic. However, it is not surprising that someone who can hang out with Gandalf can use some magic. Some dwarves asked a few questions curiously, and Levi did not deny it. After all, strictly speaking, these miraculous things can indeed be summarized by the word magic.

From all these things, it is visibly seen that the dwarves' attitude has changed a lot. They are just reckless, not stupid.

"Eat as much as you can, and don't save it for me." Levi waved his hand and called out to everyone in the expedition team.

Dwarves do have huge appetites, second only to hobbits.

But no matter how much they could eat, even if each person had to carry a large sack of food after eating, it would only be a drop in the bucket compared to the reserves Levi had accumulated during this period of time. He didn't even feel that the food reserves had decreased.

"This is the dry food I prepared."

The dwarves looked at Levi's piles of dried meat, vegetables, and bread, and slowly said, "You call this dry food?"

Before this, everyone had been eating Krum along the way, which is a travel bread that the dwarves and humans of the Valley State prefer to bring. It can be made delicious, but if you want both taste and shelf life to coexist, it is not very realistic.

"I can eat this kind of dry food for the rest of my life."

A dwarf tasted the jerky and muttered.

After eating and drinking, a group of dwarves wandered around the territory and visited things.

Levi’s castle is very big and has many rooms. When you get tired of walking around, you can just find a room and sleep directly.

The night passed very peacefully.

For some reason there were no traces of Orcs about, and the terrible howling that used to be heard almost every day in the wilderness had disappeared, and there was no need to be vigilant when sleeping.

The dwarves went to rest one after another.

On the top floor of the castle, Gandalf leaned against the window, lit his pipe with the Ring of Fire, and smoked silently without blinking, as if he was thinking about something.

"The structure of Middle-earth may change..."

Wizards or some special powerful elves all have some kind of predictive ability, and they can vaguely perceive possible future movements.

"Won't you take a rest, Gandalf?"

Levi came up, sat on the chair at the back, took a bite of an apple, and threw one to Gandalf.

Gandalf took the apple, wiped it on his robe, took a bite, and nodded.

Sweet, crispy and juicy.

"I will, um...I guess I need to get some sleep now."

"Your bed has some kind of magic. Once you lie on it, you will unconsciously want to sleep until dawn."

"What do you think of this operation?"

Gandalf suddenly asked.

"I believe it will work."

Gandalf nodded.

"hope so."

The night passed quickly. The next morning, the dwarves, who had digested their food, got up one after another, packed their luggage and the dry food prepared by Levi, and set out east again.

During this meal, everyone became familiar with Levi, and several dwarves came over to talk to him along the way.

"When you arrive at our homeland again, you will know that the dwarves' enthusiasm is not false. Strong liquor, large pieces of roasted meat with bones, banquets, songs, and warm stoves, haha, your trip will definitely not be in vain."

"I am looking forward to it and will definitely go if I have the chance."

Walking along the way, they soon arrived at a place that Levi was very familiar with: the Last Bridge.

This bridge has a long history, dating back to the First Age. The country that originally built and maintained the bridge no longer exists, and it is currently Rivendell that has taken the initiative to assume the responsibility of maintaining the bridge.

It is because of Yougu's care that the bridge has remained open to the present day.

“There must have been some farmers living here before.”

After crossing the bridge, they soon found a ruin with a few destroyed houses scattered around and the people inside were missing.

"We'll rest here tonight," Thorin ordered.

Levi opened the map and slapped his head.

Oh well, it’s right here. No wonder I couldn’t find it before.

When he came to the Troll Forest to look for treasure, he entered the forest from the west and chopped his way eastwards.

The expedition decided to rest this time at the southern border of the forest.

“I think it’s better to keep moving forward.”

Gandalf looked at the ruins of the house and had a bad feeling that something was wrong here.

Why were the houses destroyed? Where did the farmers go?

"We can go to Rivendell."

"I said, I won't go near there." Thorin walked over slowly and rejected Gandalf's suggestion.

"Why not go, the elves can help us, provide us with food, shelter, and advice, just like Levi."

Thorin glanced at Levi, then at Gandalf: "Perhaps that is true, but I don't need the advice of those elves who would rather watch someone die than help."

The two soon started arguing, and Levi watched helplessly.

"I gave you the map and the key, not for you to cling to the past."

"I don't think that's something you should keep."

It means that this is originally mine.

Thorin's words made Gandalf so angry that he had a heart attack.

I brought you the key and map with good intentions, but you actually blame me. Old Gandalf shook his head and turned away.

"Gandalf, where are you going?" Bilbo asked.

"Go and stay with the only sane person in the area!"

"Who?"

"Myself!"

"I've had enough of dwarves for today..."

I really want Levi to knock them all out and tie them up and take them to the valley.

Gandalf stopped suddenly.

“…Levi, come with me.”

"okay."

Levi glanced at Bilbo, signaling him not to worry, then stood up and left with the angry old man.

Bilbo looked left and right, as if he were about to say something.

The departure of their mutual friend made Bilbo, who was still here, feel a little awkward.

"Bombur, make a fire and cook."

However, Thorin ignored Gandalf's departure and directed everyone in an orderly manner to prepare to rest on the spot.

(End of this chapter)