Just when Yang Pan was alone in the corner with an axe, Gandalf came to his side at some point.

"Can I sit here for a while?" Gandalf asked politely.

Yang Pan nodded, and then moved his body to the side, making way for Gandalf, "Of course you can." ”

Seeing this, Gandalf was not polite and sat directly in the seat vacated by Yang Pan.

Because when Yang Pan was making the crystallization tent before, he easily covered the surrounding ground with a layer of hard crystals, so he didn't have to worry about hygiene.

Once seated, Gandalf put his staff aside and took out a slender wooden pipe from his bosom, and then saw a flame appear on his finger with a rub of his right hand.

After lighting the tobacco in his pipe, Gandalf took a deep breath and closed his eyes, revealing a hint of relief on his face.

"Whew."

After a few seconds, Gandalf slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, looked at Yang Pan beside him, and raised the pipe in his hand at him, "Do you want some?" ”

Yang Pan shook his head when he heard this, "No need, bring it yourself." ”

As he spoke, Yang Pan stopped wiping the tomahawk on his hand, put the belwack and animal skin in his hand aside, and then pretended to be the thing and put his hand into his arms, and took out the contemplative pipe from the storage space.

After taking out the contemplative pipe, Yang Pan raised the dark green pipe in his hand to him in the same way as Gandalf, "Do you want to taste mine?" ”

Looking at the pipe in Yang Pan's hand, Gandalf asked with some hesitation, "Is it okay?" ”

"Of course." As he spoke, Yang Pan knocked the contemplative pipe in his hand, and a finger-sized ball of fragrant green tobacco suddenly fell into Yang Pan's hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to letting people use my personal stuff." As he spoke, Yang Pan handed the tobacco in his hand to Gandalf.

Gandalf stretched out his hand to take the tobacco handed over by Yang Pan, nodded slightly and said, "Personal habits, I understand." ”

After taking the tobacco handed over by Yang Pan, Gandalf put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, with a smile on his face, "It's really good tobacco." ”

"It's fine."

As soon as Yang Pan stretched out his hand, a beam of crimson flames appeared on his index finger.

Pressing his flaming finger into the contemplative pipe that had been filled with tobacco again at some point, after the tobacco was lit, Yang Pan shook off the flame in his hand, and then put the cigarette holder into his mouth and took a deep breath.

Gandalf looked at Yang Pan, who was swallowing clouds and spitting out fog, and looked at the pipe he had just lit in his hand and the tobacco that Yang Pan handed over with some embarrassment.

After thinking for a few seconds, just as Gandalf was about to put away the tobacco that Yang Pan gave him first and smoke the tobacco in his pipe first, Yang Pan suddenly said, "Gandalf." ”

Gandalf looked up at Yang Pan, "What's the matter?" ”

"These tobaccos are special and disappear very quickly after you get out of this pipe, so it's best not to leave it out for too long." As he spoke, Yang Pan raised the contemplative pipe in his hand again.

After listening to Yang Pan's explanation, Gandalf looked at the contemplative pipe in his hand and said in a somewhat admiring tone. "It's a magical little thing."

After sighing at the wonder of the contemplative pipe, Gandalf looked at the slender pipe in his hand, and said with some regret, "Alas, it's a pity for these tobaccos." ”

After taking another puff of the pipe in his hand, Gandalf knocked the pipe in his hand on the sole of his shoe, knocking out all the tobacco that had not completely burned out with sparks, and then stuffed the tobacco that Yang Pan gave him into the bucket bowl of the pipe.

Gandalf lit the tobacco in his pipe, then eagerly shoved the pipe into his mouth and took a deep breath, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Whew!"

A puff of smoke with a hint of incense exhaled from Gandalf's mouth and condensed into a white smoke ring in the air.

After spitting out a smoke ring, Gandalf said to Yang Pan with a smile on his face, "Very good tobacco, although the taste is fresh and soft, it has an obvious refreshing effect, and even I feel that this tobacco has some other effects."

Where did you get such good tobacco? ”

Hearing this, Yang Pan gently exhaled the smoke in his mouth, and then said, "I didn't smoke originally, but for some reasons, my emotions began to become a little unstable and easy to fluctuate.

Later, a friend gave me this pipe. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Pan gestured again with the dark green pipe in his hand, "Because this pipe and tobacco have a certain help to stabilize my mood, I have developed the habit of smoking since then." ”

"As for where these tobaccos came from, I don't know, after all, they were sent by friends." Speaking of this, Yang Pan took another puff of his pipe, and then continued, "But you shouldn't find it here, after all, my friend is about the same identity as me.

Gandalf's words should be understood. ”

"Ah, understood." Gandalf nodded, "It's just a pity, you may not be able to taste this tobacco after you leave." ”

"Take a look, next time I have a chance to bring you some good tobacco that you haven't tasted." Yang Pan smoked his pipe and said very casually, "Although it may not have such a magical effect, the taste should still be good." ”

"Oh."

Listening to Yang Pan's words, Gandalf's old face showed a very happy smile, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it." ”

Judging from Gandalf's tone, he didn't seem to doubt what Yang Pan said, and even felt a little expectant.

Yang Pan nodded and didn't say anything more.

After being silent for a while, Yang Pan knocked the burned pipe in his hand on the hard crystalline ground under his feet, cleaned the ash from it, and then put away the pipe, picked up the Belwack placed aside again and began to wipe it.

Looking at Yang Pan, who was silently wiping the battle axe on the side, Gandalf spoke again to break the silence, "Mr. Axe King, what kind of place do you come from, and it should be a very 'magical' place for a strong person like you to appear." ”

"It's truly an amazing place." Yang Pan said without raising his head, "But I'm not a strong person anywhere." ”

"Oh, that's..."

"That's it!"

Seeing that Gandalf was going to ask again, Yang Pan directly stopped him, "Don't ask about where I came from, we have our own rules there, and knowing too much is not good for you or me." ”

At this point, Gandalf had no choice but to stop asking, nodded and said, "Okay then." ”

After a few more moments, the tobacco in Gandalf's pipe had burned out.

After knocking off the ashes, Gandalf put away his pipe, and then, like a curious baby, asked Yang Pan again, "Then why did your Lord God let you come to this world to kill Smaug?" And why did those guys attack us before? ”

"Ugh." Yang Pan sighed, and then said helplessly, "As the wisest one in Maiya, you really have a lot of questions." ”

"Sometimes smart people are always more curious about the unknown." Gandalf said with a smile.

Yang Pan nodded when he heard this, "It seems that this is indeed the case, there are more smart people and people."

But I'm afraid I can't give you an answer to your question, because the tasks we have to accomplish are all arranged by the so-called 'God'. ”

After speaking, Yang Pan thought about it and added, "At least with my current level, there is no way to choose my own task, and as for what will happen in the future, I don't know very well." ”

Gandalf wanted to ask something, but before he could do so, Bilbo, who was busy by the campfire, suddenly shouted at them, "Come here, gentlemen, this big crocodile is almost roasted." ”

After Bilbo finished shouting, the other dwarves followed suit, "Yes, come quickly, if we don't come to the food, we will be eaten up." ”

Yang Pan looked at Gandalf beside him, "It seems that the party has begun, let's talk about this today." ”

After speaking, Yang Pan thrust the belwack in his hand into his waist and walked towards the position of the bonfire.

After Yang Pan left, Gandalf sat in place for a while, looking at Yang Pan's back as he gradually left, as if he was thinking about something.

It wasn't until Yang Pan sat down by the campfire and reached out to remove the huge golden fragrant crocodile tail from the bonfire, which was nearly three meters long, that Gandalf stood up from the ground and shouted to the group of dwarves, "Don't worry, leave me some." ”

……

After a delightful campfire dinner, almost everyone in the expedition team was fed by the huge roasted crocodile and lay staggering in the camp to eat.

Of course, Yang Pan is not included among these well-fed people.

Although this crocodile is not small, the dwarves in their team are not small in terms of number or appetite, if Yang Pan lets go of eating, it is estimated that those dwarves will only be able to drink the northwest wind.

The dwarves also helped out for most of the night, and Yang Pan was too embarrassed to let them watch from the sidelines, so he stopped eating after eating a crocodile tail and a crocodile heart, leaving the rest for the others.

But fortunately, although he didn't eat enough, the previous battle didn't consume too much energy, so Yang Pan didn't feel too hungry now.

Looking at the faintly bright sky, Yang Pan took some water to extinguish the remaining flames in the campfire, and then turned to Gandalf and Thorin, the only two still standing in the camp, and said, "It's almost dawn, let's go find the lair of the three-headed trolls nearby." ”

Gandalf nodded, "Yes, trolls also have a habit of collecting loot, so maybe they can find something useful from their lair. ”

Thorin nodded and didn't talk nonsense, and turned around directly to call his compatriots who were lying on the ground to eat.