"I didn't expect Beladona Tuke's son to treat me like a button vendor at the door."

Gandalf said leisurely.

Bilbo was stunned: "I'm sorry, do I know you?" ”

Gandalf said with some disappointment, "You've changed, Bilbo Baggins, not entirely for the better. I thought, maybe you remember my name, but you don't remember that I'm that person......"

Bilbo immediately remembered something: "Ah, I remember you, the wandering wizard Gandalf who made the fireworks, old Tuk dazzled you on the eve of Midsummer, and I didn't know you were still trading." ”

So, Gandalf was indeed regarded as a peddler, a little more advanced than the button seller. Mo Tie couldn't help but laugh.

Gandalf sulked and had nowhere to vent. He politely said, "I'm glad that you finally remembered me, even if it's just my fireworks." Well, I've decided, it's you. ”

Bilbo thought of the adventure Gandalf had said earlier and panicked: "What to decide?" No, no, we don't need to take risks here, you can go to the other side of the mountain or the other side of the river. I'm sorry, I'm missing, I still have some things to do. Good morning. ”

Gandalf huffed as Bilbo slipped into the room, closing the door tightly.

"Gandalf, is this your snitch? Looks like he's not washing his hands anymore. Mo Tie said with a smile. However, he had a hunch that Bill would pay the price for annoying Gandalf.

Sure enough, Gandalf didn't hesitate to approach the gate with his staff in his hand, and made a small mark with a "zig".

"Now, he's back to his old job." Gandalf said unceremoniously.

"Hahaha." Mo Tie laughed heartily, and Gandalf's bad taste flinched.

"Let's go, let's go meet the dwarves."

Bilbo peeked out of the window as the two tall figures faded away, and his nervous heart relaxed, and he was really frightened.

Thorin's dwarves are all prejudiced against elves, but when they hear that this is Thorin's acknowledgment of their teammates, they all let down their guard, and they are very convinced of Thorin's words.

"Hey, Mr. Elf. My name is Fili, are you coming with us to the Snitch's house tonight? A handsome and sturdy dwarf greeted Mo Tie warmly.

The dwarves also packed up their things and gathered at Bilbo's house.

"No, Filip. Thank you for having me, but I'm going to stay with Gandalf and keep him safe. ”

"Okay, we'll be waiting for you at the Snitch."

The dwarves scattered in a noisy.

"Gandalf, I don't think Thorin can get help, is it enough for these twelve dwarves to add us?"

Mo Tie asked this question at the right time.

Gandalf looked at Mo Tie and explained, "God created the world, and God guides mortals. ”

Oracle?

Mo Tie remembered that in "The Lord of the Rings", Gandalf fought a big battle with the fire demon and died unfortunately, but was resurrected by the supreme god Erru. In other words, this old man can talk directly to the creator god?

"Gandalf, if you're willing to bear all the losses of my trip, I'll help you settle Smaug once and for all, do you agree?"

Mo Tie had a bold idea to probe Gandalf's tone first.

Gandalf's biggest concern was Smaug, an epic creature he couldn't match with his intelligence, and it would be a bargain if Mo Tie could really deal with it.

Just as he was about to say yes, a thought arose in his mind, preventing him from speaking.

Gandalf was shocked, and he knew it was God's intervention.

"Ain, what do you mean by loss?" Gandalf asked cautiously.

Mo Tie observed Gandalf's expression, obviously surprised, but suddenly became cautious, he was indeed a wise man who had lived for ten thousand years.

"I can't tell, it's big anyway, and in the whole of Middle-earth, no one should be able to afford it." Mo Tie shrugged his shoulders, it was impossible for Gandalf to agree anyway, and it didn't matter if he said it.

His plan was to use the creature editor to speed up his transformation and directly fight Smaug in the form of a dragon, and after his deduction during this time, he was confident that he would be able to deal with the big reptile in dragon form.

However, it takes two million years of energy to transform into a dragon, and another half a million years to turn back into an elf, and if Gandalf or the Supreme God can't compensate for his losses, he won't foolishly waste more than half of his reserves.

Gandalf was silent for a moment and said, "Middle-earth is new and needs to be guided and nurtured, and I believe in these dwarves, and I believe in God. Ain, we can do what we should do, there has never been a war alone, we have comrades-in-arms. ”

Mo Tie didn't say anything more, he didn't talk about it this time, he talked about it next time, anyway, they would encounter a lot of difficulties and obstacles along the way, and Gandalf would always let go.

In the evening, Mo Tie and Gandalf came to Bilbo's house and knocked on the door, and Bilbo roared angrily from inside: "Go away, there are enough dwarves in my house, and I will never let any dwarves enter my house again." ”

When he opened the door, Gandalf bent down and greeted with a smile, "Hey, Bilbo, I'm not a dwarf, can I come in?" ”

"Oh my God, Gandalf, what's going on? Can you explain it to me? ”

Bilbo vaguely knew who had caused all this, and he was fed up with the dwarves.

Gandalf squeezed straight through the door, and Mo Tie followed him.

It wasn't until he entered the door that Gandalf understood why Bilbo was so angry.

The dwarves were unscrupulously carrying Bilbo's warehouse, persimmons, citrus, jam, bread, leg of lamb, cheese, potato chips, ...... Anything that could be seen was brought to the table by the dwarves.

"Wow, that's a whole Ida cheese ring."

Mo Tie was attracted by the food in Fili's hands.

"Mr. Elf, do you want some?" Fili noticed that Mo Tie's eyes had been fixed on the food in his hand.

"Thank you." Mo Tie joined the sweep.

Bilbo is desperate, and a graceful elf has turned into a robber, and he worries about whether he will survive this winter.

Groin and Dwalin carried a large vat of ale, Balin and Chili put the fruit in the aisle, and chicken breast and deer steak were brought out whole......

"Don't worry, Bilbo, it's better to eat these things than to leave them here to get moldy."

As Mo Tie passed the hobbit carrying another barrel of ale, he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

Bilbo didn't know that tomorrow he would be on his journey, and that the food would be left in his pantry to spoil, or that it would be disposed of tonight.

"Damn, I'd rather let them mold than be ruined. Besides, I still have a winter, and I'll eat them all. ”

Bilbo protested, but to no avail, the dwarves continued to carry food, stealing a little from time to time.