legend begins with lord of the rings

The setting sun dyed the sky red, and people on the vast land completed their day's work.

Taking advantage of the cool breeze blowing from the mountains, the men opened their clothes and walked toward the town with tools in their hands.

There is a layer of smoke floating in the sky over the town. This is because the women have returned home early and are cooking dinner.

Accompanied by the laughter of children, the town had a peaceful scene.

This is a small town in the west of Middle-earth. The town's name is Gordo Town. Although this town only has a few thousand people living there, it is also the largest population gathering place within a hundred miles.

There are some unknown small villages scattered around the town, not large in scale.

"Look, it's the town's caravan. It looks like they received quite a lot of goods this time."

"Yeah, I guess those oak barrels must be filled with dark beer... Haig, the profiteer, seems to be making a fortune again, haha."

"Let's leave quickly so we don't have to grab a drink..."

The men who saw the caravan on the road quickened their pace and rushed towards the town.

Every time the caravan comes back, it means that the town party, which is held every seven days, is about to begin. This party is called "Weekend", it is very large, and it is also very popular among the residents of the town.

"Damn, what's going on? Can you slow down a little and don't drop the goods?

If anyone damages the product, the loss will be directly deducted from your commission."

A tall man riding a black horse on the caravan side shouted loudly to the caravan guards.

He was Peter, the captain of this caravan. At this time, he was wearing a brown half-leather armor, holding a leather whip in his hand, and hanging on his waist was an iron sword about three feet long.

Judging from the appearance alone, his outfit is very eye-catching, which is very consistent with his status as captain.

Peter is also very satisfied with his current life. If there is anyone he is most grateful to now, it must be the learned Mr. Abel.

In the past, residents in the town rarely had other collective activities except working every day. However, Abel only came to the town for more than a month, and that situation changed.

With just one person, he brought weekends to the town... His mantra is: Combining work and rest is good for the body and mind.

He also told the residents here that if the town wants to develop and grow, it must strengthen exchanges with surrounding villages. A larger population is a symbol of prosperity. Only when gold coins circulate can they be called wealth.

Peter had never admired a peer so much before, but now he admired the man named Abel very much.

"I know you're almost home and you're excited, but you must do your job well. If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame me for kicking him out of the caravan next time." Peter rode around the caravan on horseback to warn everyone, his tone was quite stern.

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As for the leather whip he was stroking in his hand...well, it was just decoration.

He remembered Abel saying that weapons are tools used to protect their partners.

Pete agrees with this statement.

"Do you think Pete is more powerful than the mayor, haha."

"Yes, Peter has become better and better after studying with Abel."

"I think Peter is not young enough to get a wife. I think Jenny's little daughter is a good match for him..."

The caravan guards made fun of the captain without any malice. They were all natives of Godot Town. If you really talk about it, everyone had some sense of being related to each other.

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Ta da...ta da...

The sound of horse hooves came from behind.

Everyone in the caravan immediately clenched their weapons and looked behind them. Although they were almost at the town, they didn't want any accidents to happen here.

After a while, everyone saw an old man wearing a pointed hat galloping over on a white horse.

"Hello everyone, is the town of Gordo ahead?"

The visitor held a long wand in his hand. He tightened the reins and asked the slightly nervous caravan members. When no one responded, he quickly introduced himself: "Please don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm.

Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Gandalf and I am a wizard."

Peter looked at the strangely dressed old man in front of him. He had a pair of blue eyes, a dusty gray robe, but his body looked particularly strong.

"Yes, Mr. Gandalf. The town of Gordo is just ahead. You can go directly into the town along this road." Peter replied calmly.

Since joining the caravan and traveling back and forth in various villages, Peter's knowledge and vision have improved a lot. The old man in front of him has a very comfortable temperament and does not look like a bad person.

"Really, it's been a big help. Thank you young man." Gandalf stroked his slightly messy beard and showed a gentle smile: "Actually, I have been here before, it was a long time ago. You know, people

When you get older, your memory is not very good."

There was a trace of nostalgia in the old man's blue eyes.

"Where are you from? Are you a caravan going to Godot Town?" The emotion in Gandalf's eyes flashed away. He looked at the rich caravan in front of him and asked with great interest.

This caravan is not small in size, with more than a dozen carriages. The carriages are packed with wooden barrels, fruits, meat... There are also a few cars with sundries, cloth, agricultural tools, exquisite plates, and all kinds of things.

Cereal seeds, etc.

It was not easy to form such a caravan near the sparsely populated town of Gordo. Gandalf had only seen such a caravan with such rich supplies in large human cities.

"We are a caravan from Godot Town, and we have just returned from outside." After observation, Peter lowered his guard against the wizard.

Moreover, he remembered what Abel said: When going out to do business, you must be kind to others. Only by being friendly can you make money.

He waved his hands covertly to the caravan, and then his guards relaxed their vigilance and became enthusiastic towards the wizard.

Of course, nothing Peter did could escape the wizard's eyes. The wizard smiled and didn't take this kind of thing to heart.

"Mr. Gandalf, you came at the right time. Mr. Abel is going to hold the "Weekend" performance today. If you like the excitement or want to have a drink and relax, you can go directly to the [Haig Hotel] with us."

Peter extended an invitation to the wizard.

The "Weekend" performance here has become a feature of Gordo Town, and outsiders generally like that atmosphere.

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"Dong, dong dong"

"Mr. Abel, the stage has been set up according to your request. Do you need to see it in person?"

[Haig Hotel] Outside the largest room on the second floor, the owner Haig knocked on the door.

Behind Haig, there was also a tall and strong young man, his youngest son Heili. He was wearing a slim linen robe, which was bulging with Heili's strength, as if he was wearing a tights.

"Don't worry, I can rest assured that you can do your job. I still have some work to do, so I won't invite you to come in and sit down." A lazy voice came from the room.

"Okay Mr. Abel, the party will start soon. I'll call you then.

Also, I left Heili at the door. If you need anything, you can ask him to do it." After Haig finished speaking, he heard a "hmm" from the people in the room, which was regarded as agreement.

The party, which takes place every seven days, is organized by Abel in cooperation with hotel owner Haig. The party is about to start, and Haig still has a lot of preparation work to do.

"Remember, don't cause trouble to Mr. Abel."

Haige warned his youngest son before walking downstairs.