People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Sarin froze.

Tang Sen could see his aura visibly turning gray. No, it was as if his soul had been taken away instantly.

If it weren't for the red beard under the jar still fluttering in the night wind, he would have looked like a comical sculpture.

"Wake up!"

Tang Sen reminded: "There is no point in delaying time, that is my mithril."

"Of course I know!" Sarin's voice finally came out from the jar, and everyone could hear his frustration: "Damn, I would rather never see them than watch them leave me. go."

"Tang Sen, this is too cruel for the dwarves!"

"I'm sorry." Tang Sen waved his hand: "But obviously, without them, the Oaks have begun to roast our meat on the fire we built."

"Occasions eat raw meat!" The dwarf said some irrelevant words, trying to divert Tang Sen's attention.

"I don't care, Sarin." Tang Sen was not fooled and just said: "What I care about is that your commission is just a Mithril coin. Now you need to return the wealth that belongs to your employer to him."

Shalin stiffly pulled out the jar from his head and hugged it to his chest unconsciously. His big eyes looked at Tang Sen with tears in his eyes.

A grown man looked at him with such a pitiful expression, which made Tang Sen tremble and quickly look away.

"An Oak ran away just now. He will definitely come back for revenge." Shalin racked his brains to think of an excuse: "In order to better protect your safety, I think it is better for me to wear them for the time being."

"Bring that thing here, you just said it wasn't a helmet at all." Tang Sen was unmoved.

"No, it's a helmet! The best helmet in the world!" Shalin shouted, hugging the can tightly, he almost begged: "Tang Sen, give me a chance, tell me what I need to do To be able to own them, even if it’s just to borrow them.”

He looked at Tang Sen's expression and gritted his teeth.

"I swear in the name of Durin that if you are generous to me, my hammer will always be at your disposal and will never be betrayed."

"." Tang Sen raised his eyebrows and his face became serious.

The oaths in this world are not empty words. Under the gaze of God, oaths are effective, especially oaths made in the name of one's ancestors. This is the highest oath for dwarves.

No dwarf would break this oath, even if it meant death.

Tang Sen did not expect that Sarin's greed for mithril could reach this level. But this at least shows one thing. Even when faced with the strong greed of his own nature, this dwarf did not have evil intentions.

After all, compared to what he promised in his oath, it would be much easier to flatten the frail human being in front of him with a hammer.

"You surprised me, Shalin." Tang Sen said, "But please return them to me."

Shalin closed his eyes in pain.

He had given everything he could, and there was no longer any reason to keep these lovely mithrils.

So he handed the "helmet" to Tang Sen with trembling hands and tears streaming down his face.

"This thing is just an ugly jar." Tang Sen's plain voice reached Shalin's ears: "How can my followers fight for me wearing this thing?"

Shalin opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Tang Sen in disbelief.

Tang Sen smiled and continued: "And this armor, it is too tight for you. I am worried that you will have difficulty breathing and faint in the middle of the attack."

"My followers deserve a well-fitting set of true mithril armor."

"."

"Tang Sen, you mean you agreed?"

"I am an honest person, Shalin." Tang Sen said: "I hope you can repay me with integrity."

Then, Tang Sen saw what it was like when a dwarf cried loudly.

The crying sound overwhelmed Tang Sen's eardrums. Shalin shed tears and wanted to come over and hug Tang Sen. Tang Sen quickly climbed onto the stone to avoid the other party's uncomfortable enthusiasm.

In any case, Tang Sen has his first follower in this world.

It wasn't until late at night that Shalin's mood stabilized. He still couldn't bear to take off the ill-fitting mithril armor. According to his words, he had to be prepared for Oak's attacks at all times.

Of course, Tang Sen could see his thoughts. I'm afraid without the Mithril Armor on him, his loss would make him sleepless until dawn.

Of course, the jar was taken back to the Mithril Ring by Tang Sen and completely rebuilt.

No matter how weak Tang Sen's imagination was, he would not have come up with such an outrageous helmet. The main reason was that the time at that time was indeed too hasty and there was no time to polish the shape.

He didn't want to see an inverted jar with a red beard hanging in front of him every day. Although Shalin's face didn't meet Tang Sen's taste, it was much more handsome than the jar.

When the first ray of morning light rose from behind the jungle in Taqiu, the two of them extinguished the fire and continued on their way.

Sarin peeled off the warg's hide and tied the trophies pulled from the Orcs with his previous armor. The flesh of this dark creature exuded a foul smell, but Sarin could obviously bear it.

Tang Sen would not interfere with Sarin's personal behavior. Although the trophies were meaningless or even just a burden to him, they were Sarin's trophies, not his own. He ordered them to show off his wealth and rivalry. Tang Sen couldn't do this kind of behavior like Salin leaving behind his trophies.

"You said before that Thorin Oakenshield had set off for the Lonely Mountain?"

After walking a lot, Tang Sen slowly began to adapt and was even able to distract himself from chatting with Shalin.

"That's right, he selected the twelve most suitable warriors." Shalin said happily: "When I came out to hunt the Oaks, they had already set off, and they may have almost reached Bree now."

"Are there so few members of the Dulin clan in the Blue Mountains?" Tang Sen asked doubtfully: "It should be dangerous to go to the Lonely Mountain, right? Only a dozen people were selected?"

"Not really." Shalin suddenly looked a little embarrassed: "We collected the money, but we can only afford a dozen ponies."

Tang Sen: "."

The dwarves of Durin's family were miserable.

"Furthermore, not all tribesmen are confident in retaking the Lonely Mountain. We have to admit that the shadow brought by the evil dragon still hangs over the hearts of the tribesmen. Many tribesmen believe that the Dulin tribe's city can be re-established in the Blue Mountains. , is also a good choice.”

"What about you?" Tang Sen asked.

"The Lonely Mountain belongs to Durin!" Shalin raised his hammer and roared: "Of course I support Thorin Oakenshield!"

"With your strength and courage, why didn't you join them?"

Tang Sen was really curious about this question. Although all dwarves were born with great strength and could be considered excellent warriors even without training, Shalin was obviously the best among the dwarves.

Not every dwarf dares to face the Orc cavalry, or even kill a warg with a hammer.

In his impression, most of the dwarves in the adventure team heading to Lonely Mountain were not as good as Shalin.

"Of course I want to join them."

When this issue was mentioned, Sarin's aura dropped, and a rare bitterness appeared on his face.

"But I can't."