"I really didn't expect that Belladona Tuk's son would actually treat me as a hawker selling buttons at the door to ask early."

Gandalf said leisurely.

Bilbo was stunned: "Sorry, do I know you?"

Gandalf said with some disappointment: "You have changed, Bilbo Baggins, not completely better. I think, maybe you remember my name, but you just don't remember that I am that person..."

Bilbo immediately remembered something: "Ah, I remember you, Gandalf, the wandering wizard who made fireworks, and Old Tuc would make you dizzy on the eve of Midsummer. I don't know you're still doing business."

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

Gandalf held his breath and had nowhere to vent. He said politely: "I'm very happy that you finally remembered me, even if it's just my fireworks. Then, I decided that it's you."

Bilbo was very panicked when he thought of the adventure Gandalf said before: "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. Sorry, I'm lost my companion, I still have some things to do. Good morning."

Gandalf watched Bilbo sneak into the room angrily and closed the door tightly.

"Gandalff, is this your thief? It seems that he has washed his hands and stopped washing his hands." Mo Tie said with a smile. However, he had a premonition that Bill Bo would pay the price for annoying Gandalf.

Sure enough, Gandalf did not hesitate to approach the gate with his staff, and "sizzled" to create a small mark.

"Now, he's back to his old business." Gandalf said bluntly.

"Hahaha." Mo Tie laughed happily, Gandalf's evil taste broke out.

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

Bilbo secretly saw through the window that the two tall figures gradually disappeared, and his nervous heart relaxed. He was really frightened.

The dwarves under Thorin were prejudiced against the elves, but they heard that this was Thorin's teammates admitted, and they all let go of their guards. They were very convinced by Thorin's words.

"Hey, Mr. Elf. My name is Feili. Are you going to the thief's house with us tonight?" A handsome and strong dwarf greeted Motie enthusiastically.

The dwarves had to pack up and then gather at Billbo's house.

"No, Philip. Thank you for your invitation, but I'm going to join Gandalf in keeping him safe."

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

The dwarves dispersed in a noisy way.

"Gandalff, I don't think Thorin can ask for assistance. 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 guided mortals."

Oracle?

Mo Tie remembered that in "Lord of the Rings", Gandalf fought a battle with the Flame Demon, but unfortunately died, but was resurrected by the Supreme God Aru. In other words, can this old man directly talk to the God of Creation?

"Gandalff, if you are willing to bear all the losses of my trip, I will help you solve Smaug once and for all, do you agree?"

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

Gandalf’s biggest worry is Smaug, which is an epic creature that he cannot match with his wisdom. If Motie can really solve it, it would be a good deal.

Just as he was about to agree, a thought arose from his mind and prevented him from speaking.

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

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

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

"I can't explain it clearly. In short, it's very big. No one can afford it in the entire Middle Earth world." Mo Tie shrugged. Anyway, Gandalf couldn't agree, so it doesn't matter if he said it.

His plan is to use the bio editor to accelerate the transformation and fight Smaug directly in the form of a dragon. After his deduction during this period, in the form of a dragon, he is confident that he can handle the big reptile.

However, it takes two million years of energy to transform into a dragon, and another five hundred thousand years will be needed to transform into an elf. If Gandalf or the Supreme God cannot subsidize his losses, he will not foolishly waste more than half of his reserves.

Gandalf was silent for a while and said, "Middle Earth is a newborn and needs guidance and cultivation. I believe in these dwarves and God. Iron, we can do what we should do. There has never been a war for one person, and we have comrades in our army."

Mo Tie didn't say anything more. He didn't reach an agreement this time, so he would talk again next time. Anyway, they would encounter many difficulties and obstacles along the way, and Gandalf would always let go.

In the evening, Motie and Gandalf came to Billbo's house and knocked on the door. Billbo's roar came from inside: "Go away, there are enough dwarves in my house. I will never let any dwarves step into my door."

When he opened the door, Gandalf bent down and said 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?"

Bilbeau vaguely understood who caused all this, and he was really fed up with these dwarves.

Gandalf squeezed into the door directly, and Mo Tie followed him.

After entering the door, Gandalf understood why Bilbo was so angry.

The dwarves were unscrupulously transporting Bilbo's warehouse, persimmons, citrus, jam, bread, lamb legs, cheese, potato chips... As long as it was visible, they were all brought to the table by the dwarves.

"Wow, this is a whole Aida cheese ring."

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

"Mr. Elf, do you want to come some?" Fili noticed that Mo Tie's eyes were always staring at the food in his hands.

"Thank you." Mo Tie joined the storm.

Bilbo was desperate, and a graceful elf turned into a robber, worried about whether he could survive this winter.

Groyin and Devalin were carrying a large bucket of ale, Bahrain and Chili placed the fruit in the aisle, and the chicken breasts and deer chops were brought out in whole pieces...

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

Mo Tie patted his shoulder and comforted him as he walked past the Hobbit with another barrel of ale.

Bilbo didn't know that he would embark on a journey tomorrow, and that the food would be left in his pantry until it was spoiled and wouldn't be disposed of tonight.

"Damn it, I would rather let them get moldy than be ruined. Besides, I still have one winter and I will finish them."
Chapter completed!