"You still have extra horses? I'm missing a means of transportation." Anyang asked Solin as soon as he left the door.

"There is only one pony, originally prepared for the Hobbit!" Thorin frowned, "There is more than one horse, but it needs to be used for camel luggage. Let's buy one in front!"

"It seems that I can only buy one, but I don't have money on it." Anyang took out his pocket and showed it to him, shrugging, "It seems that I can only ask you to borrow some money."

“…Don’t you bring money when you go out?”

"I had a premonition that I would soon find a sum of money, a lot of money, and maybe some weapons would be accompanied by them, so you see, I didn't bring a penny, nor did I bring a weapon!" Anyang said indifferently, and then stretched out his hand, "Come on, I know you must have brought your money bags when you go out!"

"Hey man, we're not rich!" Devalin complained, throwing him a purse.

"I will give it back to you soon."

"Soon? Wait until you pick up a lot of money? Hahaha, I still hope to pick up a lot of money!"

So, Anyang bought a horse in front.

Bofo has a good impression of Anyang. I wonder if it was because of the brief solitude last night, he said: "I don't think we should leave that contract with the Hobbit. Look, we are now fourteen, so that contract should be signed for the wandering wizard! Now, we have to take the time to write a contract again!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Solin immediately scolded. He still dared not trust Anyang now.

Anyang smiled indifferently, and he also had a good impression of the honest and followered Bofo, who said, "It doesn't matter, I don't need to sign a contract, because I don't need to share the treasures in the Lone Mountain with you."

"But the contracts signed by all of us are written in one-fourth. If only thirteen people sign, wouldn't there be one-fourth of the treasure left?"

"Hmm? I bet Mr. Baggins will catch up, and it's the right choice for you to leave the contract behind."

"To be honest, I feel this way too!" said a dwarf.

"Then don't just talk, let's bet, I mean the kind of bets that really bet!" said another dwarf, "Betting if Mr. Baggins will appear, I bet he will not appear, three silver coins!"

"Okay, I bet he will show up!"

"I won't bet!"

"I can't bet either!"

"Hey, Beaver, you just said that you think he will appear. The weather in the wasteland is not as fast as you!"

Anyang looked at Devalin in front and asked weakly: "Mr. Devalin, I have a lot of money left to buy horses before. Can you lend me a little more? I also want to gamble."

“…Man, we dwarves are really poor!”

"I feel like I can win."

"What are you betting on? If the hobbit doesn't catch up, the odds will not be high."

"No, on the contrary, I bet he will come."

"Then you have to owe me another money. You won't have to wait until you pick up the money before paying it back?" Devalin said, throwing his purse to him, "Don't lose all of it!"

"If I win, I will give you double back. If I lose, I will give you a hundred times when I get the money." Anyang said.

“…”

Devalin's face looked a little bad.

This human is too unreliable.

At this time, Anyang had already raised his wallet and shouted: "I bet that Mr. Baggins will definitely appear. The bet is Mr. Devalin's entire assets. Let me see, um, there are only seven silver coins. Does anyone want to bet with me?"

Devalin's mouth twitched violently.

If this human wasn't far away from him, he promised that he would definitely grab his wallet back!

"Haha! This is Devalin's coffin, you will lose all of it!" Balin said with a smile.

"Why are you so sure that the Hobbit will come back?" Fili asked.

"I will definitely win. I am very confident in the blood of the Tuk family." Anyang said, and by the way, he clutched his wallet tightly under Devalin's gaze.

"Well, I look forward to seeing you lose Devalin's coffin book, it must be wonderful."

...

The dwarves' bets were quickly reached.

Anyang rode his horse at the end, left the village, gradually walked into a forest, and gradually moved away.

Turning around, the village is no longer visible.

Some people say that Baggins will no longer appear.

"Haha, poor wandering wizard, poor Devalin, I hope to see them fight!" Someone said on the horse, his tone full of teasing.

"I just said it was a waste of time to come here. The Hobbits didn't participate at all. Haha, but it saved us the effort of arguing whether a Hobbit could steal diamonds from the Lone Mountain." A dwarf said, looking at Anyang again, "You must prepare to lose Devalin's coffin to us and bear his anger, Wandering Wizard!"

"I will give it back to him." Anyang said with a smile.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from behind

"Wait! Wait for me!"

The dwarves were stunned and quickly shouted and turned their heads. They saw Bilbo Baggins running here with his suitcase on his back, waving a parchment contract in his hand.

"oh!"

"oh……"

Everyone stopped immediately.

Looking at Bakins, Balin smiled and said, "Haha, it seems that our wandering wizard is going to make a lot of money, but that's fine, at least Devalin's coffin has been saved!"

Baggins quickly caught up with them, waved the contract, handed it to Bahrain, and said, "I signed it!"

Bahrain took out his glasses and looked at the contract, and quickly put it down: "Then, welcome Mr. Baggins to join Thorin Oak Shield's team, and congratulations to the wandering wizard and Mr. Devalin, who survived the disaster, had his face changed just now!"

Everyone immediately smiled knowingly.

Soon, Baggins rode the pony and walked behind the large team, next to Anyang and Gandalf.

Ou Yin, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and threw out a purse: "Need, Nuoli!"

Duoli also shouted: "I'm still there!"

Ou Yin happily threw out another purse for him.

Baggins wondered, "What is this?"

Gandalf said: "They are betting on whether you will show up, you make a lot of people lose."

"What about you, did you win or lose?"

Gandalf smiled but said nothing, but reached out to grab a purse that flew quickly from the front and made a jingle sound.

"Dear buddy, I never doubt you!" he said.

Baggins smiled and then looked at Anyang next to him again.

"What about you? Ain."

"Me?" Anyang smiled with a deep smile.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

As if he was trying to make him embarrassed on purpose, several wallets flew over at the same time, but were all caught by him quickly!

"Haha!" Anyang laughed and then shouted in front, "Hey, Mr. Devalin!"

He threw most of the money he had won to Devalin, then shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, you missed a chance to get rich. If I lose, I will really pay it back a hundred times. Academician Ion never speaks empty words! But at least one thing is very good. You saved your coffin book, haha!"

The dwarves also laughed.

Baggins laughed too, laughing very happily.

Devalin weighed the purse, feeling the weight was twice as heavy as before, and snorted coldly, then put it in his arms.

While chatting and laughing, the group went further and further away.

The only one who was not involved in the chat and laughter was probably Solin, who was the leader, and he wanted to maintain his majesty at all times.

At the same time, he was often distracted and paid attention to Anyang. Anyang felt this. He was a leader. Careful thinking was a necessary quality. He would not trust someone like others. Having said that, the reason why others did not worry about Anyang's identity was because they knew that Solin would be confused about this. If there was a problem with Anyang, Solin would definitely discover this. This is Solin's job, and they only needed to follow Solin's will.

So even if Anyang quickly mingled with the dwarves through a series of means and jokes, it would not impress Solin, and the effect might be counterproductive. Solin would think that he is a person who is extremely good at winning the trust of others!

The war horses that the dwarves rode were inconspicuous, but their endurance was extraordinary. Except for the dwarves who let them eat grass when cooking, they walked with weights but had almost no rest.

The horses bought in Anyang are no longer good. They carry themselves and their endurance is not even as good as those of Baggins's pony.

So he had to use spells to help the horse gain physical strength almost a period of time along the way. In order to save mana expenses, he would recite a lengthy spell every time, which attracted the novelty of the dwarves.

Fortunately, he has a solid foundation, so he can find many small spells suitable for his use at this level.

Crossing the crisp green hillside, passing through the cold and icy rivers, passing through the trough, and when night falls, they rest on the hillside of a high mountain, accompanied by the whimpering night wind, the harsh screams of birds from afar, the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the forests in the distance, the crackling sound of the rising bonfires, and the occasional sharp and squeaking roars.

Baggins was startled by the sound.

Just as he was about to ask, Anyang looked into the distance and said, "The orc is chasing him."

"Orc?" Baggins said in surprise.

"Yes, half-orcs." Fili said, "It was a kind of murderer. There were many outside, and the low ground was everywhere. When people were asleep at night, they attacked, fast and quiet, without screaming, only blood..."

"Ha ha!"
To be continued...