Chapter 4

"This enhancement consumes 1 point of soul power. Do you want to strengthen it?"

Looking at the virtual data prompt jumping out in front of him, Morgan clicked.

Light white light flashes, and the column of soul power quickly becomes zero.

"Bow Lv2..."

At the moment of virtual data jump, Morgan can clearly feel a heat flow injected into his body.

At the same time, there is also a memory information about archery in my mind.

That's a series of information about the angle of shooting, the distance of the arrow and the need to pay attention to when shooting.

Quietly feel and understand the memory of archery.

Morgan only felt that his previous understanding of archery was too superficial.

He now had a strong urge to pick up his bow and arrow and test it.

But I opened my eyes and looked around at the dark night, and Gandalf, the wizard who was sleeping quietly not far away.

Morgan pressed the impulse.

Night till dawn.

Morgan opened his eyes when it was just dawn in the East.

After a simple wash, Morgan and Gandalf had another roast bear for breakfast.

The body of the giant bear is huge. Even if they eat two meals together, there is too much left.

Giant bear corpses are good things. Morgan can't give up.

It's just that the body is too big. They have only two horses in total. It's impossible to transport the whole body away.

So Morgan began to divide the body of the giant bear, and Gandalf reached out to help.

It didn't take long to gut the giant bear and split the meat.

When pieces of giant bear meat with blood were hung on the backs of two horses.

They set off.

According to yesterday's agreement.

Morgan rode behind Gandalf, and they walked quickly into the distance.

Gandalf was right.

In the evening, when they rode on their horses, they saw from a distance that low houses began to appear in the distance.

"Hobitun is ahead..."

Seeing the town in front of him, Gandalf said that the speed of the horses under his control had obviously decreased a lot.

Rode wildly all day.

The ass has been spent in bumping and friction.

No one understands this pain better than Morgan.

Hearing Gandalf's words, Morgan breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously controlled his horse to slow down.

The destination is not far away. Don't rush too much.

Gandalf had already taken out the long cigarette rod and began to take out the cut tobacco from the cut tobacco bag, rub it into small balls and fill it on the cigarette rod.

"Hoo, I can finally see the living..."

Morgan looked at the distance and sighed. Gandalf was choking and coughing when he just smoked into his lungs.

"Cough..."

"What do you mean, I'm not alive?"

"It wouldn't be a mistake to bring this boy to SOLIN..."

Gandalf squinted at Morgan and couldn't help muttering.

"Of course, Gandalf, you're not included..."

Seeing Gandalf cast a strange look, Morgan immediately said, "I'm not saying you're not human, of course you're alive..."

"I mean, Gandalf, you're a wizard..."

Seeing Morgan explain more and more disorderly, Gandalf coughed and said, "cough..."

"Shut up, I know what you mean..."

"We'd better go to the city and dispose of the bear meat as soon as possible."

"It's been drying all day. If you wait, the price will fall greatly."

Gandalf smoked, looked calm and spoke, but he had made up his mind to kill Morgan.

After chatting all the way last night and today, the relationship between the two people has been very familiar.

We still know each other's character, and we don't care about joking.

"You're right..."

"However, I'm not familiar with here. I'll trouble Gandalf to deal with these bear meat..."

Morgan opened his mouth and smiled, and then aroused Gandalf again.

In the memory of the plot, he learned that Gandalf was just, humorous and talkative.

Now after contact, I do find that Gandalf has a similar character.

To this kind of character, being generous and honest is the best way to get along and get closer.

Morgan has decided to invite Gandalf to have a big meal after handling the bear meat, so as to sacrifice his five zang organs temple.

Before this period of time, he lived almost a savage life in the wilderness.

Although he ate game at once.

But with only a small amount of salt, game without other spices can't taste any better.

Because there is no other tableware, the practice is only the most basic roast food.

After eating for a period of time, I almost want to vomit at the sight of barbecue.

Even giant bear meat can only taste fresh.

Gandalf couldn't refuse to smoke.

The two rode quickly towards the town ahead.

When the sunset glow fills the horizon.

The two rode into the town.

Soon, people began to appear on the road ahead, short people.

Morgan knew that he should have come to hobitun, which Gandalf called. Those short people were the aborigines here, hobbits, also known as halflings.

On green hillsides and hills, small wooden houses with round door frames inlaid with exquisite shapes and bunkers are scattered everywhere.

Green low hillsides, small fences, fences, flowers of various colors, bluestone roads, clear rivers, busy little hobbits, running barefoot in the hillside forest trails, smaller hobbits.

A peaceful, leisurely, relaxed and happy beautiful pastoral scenery.

Entering this small town, Morgan has a feeling, a feeling as if he were in a fairy tale world.

In his previous life, Morgan personally visited New Zealand, where the Hobbit and the Lord of the rings were filmed.

Although the "hobitun" scenery there is still beautiful, the taste of artificial carving is too strong.

But here, all the scenery is so leisurely and natural.

"Maybe when you get old in the future, it's a good choice to come here to provide for the aged and settle down..."

The sudden thought in his mind made Morgan laugh and shake his head.

Although it is still early to provide for the elderly, it also shows Morgan's yearning for the beautiful rural scenery and environment of hobitun.

"Isn't it beautiful..."

"I was like you when I first came."

Watching Morgan keep looking around, Gandalf smiled leisurely with smoke.

"Is this hobitun?"

"It's really beautiful..."

Morgan looked at it for a while and said with emotion.

"Of course, the Hobbit's hometown is one of the most beautiful places in the whole Middle Earth world."

"I like these industrious little guys..."

After pumping the last cigarette in his mouth, Gandalf knocked on the cigarette rod on his shoe, wiped it again, looked up and continued:

"Come on, you can't sell giant bear meat standing here."

"Come with me..."

Gandalf said, pulling the reins and turning his head forward.

Morgan quickly followed.

In an hour.

Hobitun, in the noisy blackcurrant tavern.

Morgan and Gandalf sat opposite each other on the wine table, touching the tall barrel Cup held in their hands.

"Cheers..."