The guests in the tavern burst into laughter.

The lively and lovely Isolda smiled into a crescent moon in her eyes and kissed Lawrence on the face.

"Yo~" The young guests of the good thing shouted loudly.

In the afternoon, Isolda was on guard at the counter, and Lawrence took Mo Tie around the town.

"This town has been around for more than 100 years, and it started out as a lumber yard, but more and more people have come together to form the size it is today...... Lawrence tells Mo Tie about the town's unique architecture and explains some of the stories behind the old houses.

He stopped by a broken wall and explained, "Eighty years ago, there was an Orc attack on this place, and the house was set on fire, and the little girl Sarah lost her parents. Later, it was said that a small shadow was often seen here, and there were mournful weeping, but it was impossible for Sarah to return. This went on for sixty years, and people said it was Sarah's ghost who had returned. ”

"Wronged souls?"

"That's right, Sarah was taken away by the orcs because she was more tender." As if afraid that Mo Tie would be disgusted by his words, Lawrence explained, "Ain, you know, Middle-earth, except for the center of the empire, is not always peaceful, and things like salad happen almost every year. But we are still grateful to the Empire, if it weren't for them holding Mordor back in the south, I'm afraid the orcs would have swept the entire continent. ”

"Haven't you ever thought about moving to a southern city? There are far fewer orcs there. Mo Tie asked strangely, he had cleared a lot of orc gatherings along the way, and he knew how much malice existed in the darkness around these northern towns.

"No, humanity must not give up these territories." Lawrence said solemnly.

"Maybe you elves don't care about these lands, as long as there is a jungle. But human beings are different, and land is our most precious asset. Our food and clothing come from the gift of the land. ”

Mo Tie nodded in understanding.

"Actually, it's not that bad, the Empire regularly sends cavalry to patrol the towns in its territory, as well as the adventurous rangers. You see, there's a bounty quest in this tavern, and the rangers can come here to pick up the quest. ”

Mo Tie looked up at the signboard, the Sleeping Giant Tavern.

Now that you're here, it's a shame not to take on two tasks.

I went into the tavern and asked for two glasses of ale. Lawrence refused: "If Isolda knew that I drank during the day, she would have lost her temper with me." ”

Then withdraw a glass, Mo Tie doesn't like alcoholism, and the taste of this ale wine is average.

The tavern was dominated by rangers, and almost all of them had a steel sword or mace next to them, wearing leather or iron armor, and discussing things in a whisper.

"Lawrence, how long have you been married to your wife?" Mo Tie asked.

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't usually pay attention to this question, and thought for a while before answering: "It's the fifth year this year." ”

"Then why don't you have children?"

"Isolda is still young, she's about the same age as my brother, and she doesn't want to have children so early, so I have to listen to her." Lawrence was a little depressed, and it seemed that there was nothing he could do about his wife when it came to the issue of children.

"I see. You wait for me a little, I'll go get some bounty task list, take it and we'll go, you go back to accompany your wife early. Mo Tie got up and said.

In a few moments, he returned with seven or eight newspaper-sized mission flyers in his hands.

"Ain, are you a ranger?"

"Yes, sometimes part-time mercenaries, depending on who pays them."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I always thought your steel sword was just an ornament, but I didn't expect you to be a ranger known for his adventures." Lawrence sincerely apologized to Mo Tie.

"Haha." Mo Tie laughed, "It's okay, I've never seen an elf who only holds a steel sword. ”

"By the way, where's your bow?" Lawrence asked curiously.

"I don't have a bow."

This is the truth, the tension of those bows in the weapon shop is too small, and it is completely unsuitable for Mo Tie's use. The materials for the blacksmith shop were too expensive, and Mo Tie couldn't afford to buy a few pieces of iron ore until he received Gandalf's big honorarium.

"What, you don't have a bow?" Lawrence was astonished, in the eyes of ordinary people, an elf without a bow was as ridiculous as the inhabitants of the river could not swim, "I know a dwarf in a blacksmith's shop, let's go find him, maybe he can make you a good bow that fits." ”

"I would have liked to buy some weapons in this town, and if it was an acquaintance of yours, so much the better." Mo Tie agreed.

Out of the tavern, the two of them turned around and entered an alley.

This scene was somewhat familiar, and Mo Tie couldn't help but recall the memories of the embroidered spring knife world.

"This shop has only been open for a short time, and there is only one dwarf busy with it. But she doesn't have any customers, so we went to her to help her. ”

"Are the people here so high-minded? Even the weapons crafted by the dwarves are not worth it. Mo Tie was a little surprised, the dwarven craftsmanship was famous throughout Middle-earth.

"Neither, because she only builds armor, not blades. The price of those armors is very expensive, so naturally there are fewer people.

"I'll convince her to help you forge a bow, though, because her stubbornness will only cost her." Lawrence assured.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

Walking to the end of the alley, Mo Tie heard the crisp sound of striking iron, and his hands were a little itchy.

"Forging Mo, didn't you rest today?"

"Oh, Lawrence. I received an order the day before yesterday, and I'm working on it for the past two days. A slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Mo Tie looked at the dwarf in the shed in surprise, he knew from Lawrence's words that it was a female dwarf, but the thick beard and fat beer belly made him can't believe his eyes, a little spicy.

"Haha, that's great, I hope you can make a lot of money." Lawrence said happily, and introduced Mo Tie, "This is my friend, Ain. I hope you'll be able to help him build something after you've made the order. ”

Dwarf Mo Mo looked at Mo Tie and frowned: "Elf? ”

"Yes, you see, he's an elf, but don't you think it's a pity that he doesn't have a bow and arrows of his own?" Lawrence tries to convince Forge Mo.

"It's a pity, I think he's pretty good with that steel sword."

It is instinctive for dwarves to dislike elves, for they cannot stand the beautiful long legs that will always pick themselves up in a "show".

Lawrence's words were directly choked back.

"But you don't look like anyone else." Forging Mo put down the hammer in his hand, approached Mo Tie with two small short legs, sniffed it on his steel sword, and his eyes lit up, "Half-orc blood!" Your sword has almost no craftsmanship to speak of, but it is soaked in the blood of the enemy, and as a weapon, it is qualified. ”