"Are you a traveler... a traveler?"

"Why don't I look like..."

Hearing Gordon's words, Gandalf glanced at Gordon sideways, said casually, pulled the reins, and the simple farm carriage started again.

"Oh, I am half a traveler..."

Gordon smiled and said, he knew that Gandalf meant to ask him about his origins, so he didn't care. As he spoke, he quietly took out the pipe bag from the space ring.

"What about still having half an identity?"

Gandalf smoked a cigarette and drove the carriage with one hand, and continued to ask.

"Mercenary, a mercenary who specializes in solving people's problems."

Gordon smiled confidently and filled the pipe on his lips with shredded tobacco as he spoke confidently.

At this time, Geralt seemed to smell something, sniffed his nose fiercely, then turned to look at the Gordon tobacco bag, and said casually: "Your tobacco is very good."

"Of course, the finest tobacco from the North. Do you want to take a sip?"

Gordon smiled and handed the pipe to Gandalf beside him.

"Then I won't be polite."

Gandalf's face turned into a chrysanthemum smile, as if he was waiting for Gordon's words, he immediately took the tobacco bag from Gordon, and took a few puffs on his mouth.

After smoking out the remaining shredded tobacco in his cigarette rod, he knocked on the cigarette rod, and then slowly and carefully pinched out a ball of shredded tobacco from the tobacco bag given by Gordon, gently rolled it into a ball, and filled it with cigarettes.

Inside the club head, light the fire again.

Take a puff, and feel the rich and mellow tobacco aroma immediately from the mouth to the throat, to the throat, to the lungs, and then to the nasal cavity...

"call..."

"Comfortable..."

“Really good.”

Gandalf exhaled a long puff of tobacco-scented smoke, said sincerely, and returned the bags under Gordon's eyes.

"Not bad, I think so too, so I smoke tobacco all the time..."

Gordon smiled and took the bag under his eyes, casually put it on his belt, and pretended to be a dick.

"Have you been smoking this tobacco?"

Gandalf was a little suspicious. The old smoker could feel the feeling of smoking tobacco in his mouth just by smelling it. The tobacco was definitely not cheap.

A mercenary like this who doesn't look good can occasionally buy a bag of Gandalf's letters and smoke them for a long time. Do you have the financial resources?

"What, you don't believe me?"

Gordon could not see the look in Gandalf's eyes, and did not care. He continued: "I am not an ordinary mercenary."

"Oh..." Gandalf looked askance, which meant that he was watching your performance.

"The commission I charge is very high."

Gordon continued to speak, while Gandalf did not speak and listened quietly.

"Besides, I am different from other mercenaries in big cities."

"What they can accomplish, I can do."

"I can also do the tasks they can't accomplish."

"Don't believe it..."

"I don't believe it, I'm listening."

"Did you see the two swords on my back?"

"I see." Gandalf nodded.

"Do you see any difference?"

"One is a steel sword, and the other... is a silver-plated sword..." Gandalf said in surprise.

"You look like a wizard. I don't need to tell you the purpose of the silver-plated sword. You should know better than me, right?"

Gordon looked at Gandalf calmly and smiled.

"Of course, but most people's knees get weak when they see ghosts, but you are brave!"

Gandalf nodded.

Many places in this world are also haunted by ghosts, and silver-plated weapons can really hurt ghosts. Many people know this.

But the important thing is that you need the courage to face ghosts.

Therefore, mercenaries who can deal with ghosts are definitely not ordinary mercenaries. They must not only have outstanding martial arts skills, but also have enough courage and courage.

There are very few mercenaries of this type, but they do exist and are very powerful.

This type of mercenary also has a more famous name: "Demon Hunter!"

This kid didn't look very young, but he was actually a demon hunter. Gandalf really didn't notice it.

"Of course, otherwise how could I afford such fine tobacco."

Gordon smiled heartily.

As if he remembered something, he also asked: "What about you, traveling wizard?"

"Are wizards uncommon in this world?"

"Of course, just like you, I am also half a traveler."

Gandalf acted cute and learned what Gordon said before.

"Then there's half left?"

"There is still half... It can be regarded as maintaining peace in China. You know, this world has never been peaceful."

Gandalf shrugged and said casually, pretending to be cool.

Invisible pretense is the most deadly.

"Okay, it seems I'm still a lot worse than you."

Gordon smiled and surrendered. Gandalf was indeed incomparable to him.

At this time, the carriage drove into a human settlement, and people began to appear on the road ahead, very short people.

Gordon knew it well. He had arrived at Hobbiton, which Gandalf had mentioned before. The short man was the aborigine here, the Hobbit.

On the lush green hillside, there are bunker-like cabins with round door frames in a row.

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

A peaceful, leisurely and refreshing pastoral scenery.

Gordon felt as if he had entered a fairy tale world.

"Is this Hobbiton?"

“The scenery is really beautiful...”

Gordon looked around for a while and said with emotion.

"Of course, the Hobbit's home is one of the most beautiful places in the world."

"I love these hardworking little guys."

Gandalf smiled.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore because the tobacco on the cigarette rod was finished and there was no taste in his mouth.

Gandalf struck the pipe a little too loudly this time.

Gordon was attracted and looked over, only to realize that this old boy Gandalf had finished smoking.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, Gordon took out the cigarette pouch again: "Would you like to take another sip?"

"Thank you then..."

Gandalf's old face turned into a chrysanthemum smile again, and he thought to himself: This guy is good and very good.

"Nothing, I also want to thank you for giving me a ride."

"My name is Gordon, and you know my identity, a mercenary."

Gordon introduced himself to Gandalf.

"Gandalf, as you see, is a traveling wizard."

Gandalf also smiled and said that the two of them had gotten to know each other for the first time.

"Nice to meet you, Gandalf. If you can't solve anything and need help, you can come to me. With our relationship, I can give you a discount."

Taking the tobacco bag from Gandalf, Gordon smiled casually.

"Well, you don't look like a big talker... I have a commission here. Let's see if you dare to take it."

Gandalf seemed to have remembered something, turned his head to look at Gordon, and said slowly.

"Oh, I haven't taken on a mission in more than half a year. If you have a mission, of course I will take it."

"But you know, my commission fees are not cheap..."

Gordon said unexpectedly, his voice was a little more serious when it came to serious business.

"Ahem..."

"Don't worry, no matter how expensive the commission is, it doesn't matter."

Gandalf smoked too hard and coughed.

"But before that, you have to obtain the consent of your real employer."

Gordon asked knowingly: "Who is the employer?"
Chapter completed!