As the dark horse knight sprouted in his mind whether he felt this place before he waited for others, Frodo immediately looked around suspiciously.

I have to say that the pastoral scenery of the farm, which seemed very peaceful to him just now, has turned into a death farm with step-by-step murderous intent in his eyes because of suspicion and fear in his eyes.

In fact, the two friends beside Frodo are not much better than him at this moment.

For the time he has never left Charles since he can remember, it is the first time he has seen the old farmer Sam, a former gardener in Macland, who has been very suspicious of the old farmer who once brought the shadow of Frodo in his childhood. As for trust, it simply does not exist for Sam who first met.

As for Pipin? After experiencing the rapid pursuit brought by the Dark Horse Knight several times, he was a little confused, who hadn't seen an old farmer for a long time.

Who dares to be sure that the old farmer would not reveal the whereabouts of their group in front of the terrifying dark horse knight? As long as the old farmer tells the truth, before he sees them passing by, the dark horse knight will have some way to wait for the rabbit to hide in a dark corner waiting for his group to come to his door!

With such an extremely complicated mood, Frodo and his group were extremely anxiously waiting for the old farmer to reveal the answer.

"You can't guess what happened at that time!" said the farmer leisurely, "He rode a big black horse to the door. My door was open at that time. He rode a horse and walked up to me very rudely. To be honest, he looked very strange. On the tart land, there would be that decent man who could let himself cover himself in a black robe in the daytime?"

"Of course, in terms of politeness and vigilance, I walked up to him and said good morning. When my hunting dog came out, it smelled the knight on its horse's back and then ran away as if it was frightened. It was this that made me wary."

"As for the Dark Horse Knight, I didn't seem to care much about my hound from beginning to end. He asked me if I had seen Mr. Baggins as if he was fine."

"I heard that he was so rude and asked so strange questions, so naturally I wouldn't tell him the truth. So I casually pointed to him at the direction of the road and told him that I had never seen Baggins before, so I asked him to look for it on the road!"

"He heard my answer, he made some kind of hissing. It might be laughter, but I wasn't sure. Then he rode his horse towards me; I happened to dodge it immediately. When I was about to call the dog over, he rushed to the main road like lightning. What do you think of this situation?"

Frodo looked at the flames and had already fallen into a violent ideological struggle. "To be honest, I don't know much," he finally said.

"Actually, I've wanted to tell you something," said Maga. "You shouldn't have left the Buckland to be neighbors with those outsiders in the Charles area, Mr. Frodo. The guys there are all weirdos."

Upon hearing this, Sam, a native of Charles, frowned in dissatisfaction. "I can only say that you have been a young man who is not afraid of heaven and earth since childhood. When I heard that you left the Liew Deer family and went to live with Mr. Bilbo, I thought you would be in trouble. Perhaps today's affairs were also the grudge left by Mr. Baggins. As far as I heard, maybe someone wanted to know where the treasures he had obtained from other places were buried."

Frodo said nothing. The old farmer's precise suspicion made him feel very uneasy.

"Well, Mr. Frodo," continued Maga, "I'm glad you've finally gotten back to your sanity and come back to the Buckland. Since you figured it out, just live here for more days. Trust me, you'll make some friends here. If these men in black come back to you, I'll help you deal with them. Whether you tell them that you've disappeared or gone far away, any reason is OK. Just give me a command. Actually, this is not a lie, because what they want to know is Mr. Bilbo's whereabouts."

"You're right, sir." Frodo avoided the farmer's gaze and dared to look directly at the flames.

Maga looked at him thoughtfully. "Well, since you have already made a judgment, I won't say much," he said. "I know very well that the appearance of this knight and you are not a coincidence. I have known one thing since I was a child. There are not so many coincidences in the world. Everything is just a collision between the feedback from the past and the present. Of course, I didn't intend to find out what your secrets are. But I guess you are in trouble. Perhaps, you are thinking about how to rush to the ferry without attracting everyone's attention?"

"What you guessed is really accurate. I am really worried about this." Frodo said. "Anyway, we must try to get there. I'm afraid we need to say goodbye to you first. Thank you Kang Ran for your generous welcome and courtesy. The information you gave us is also very useful. If you have the chance, I will come back to visit you."

"Everyone is welcome at any time," said Maga. "Please allow me to make a suggestion. It's almost dark and we're about to have dinner. Usually we'll go to bed shortly after it's dark. If you, Mr. Pipin and others are willing to stay and have dinner with us, we'll be very happy!"

"So too!" Frodo said. "But I'm afraid we must leave immediately. Even if we leave immediately now, it will be dark when we arrive at the ferry."

"In fact, I don't think you need to be so anxious. Seeing you coming to my house in a hurry, you must leave after I finish dinner! As for the road, you don't need to worry. After using dinner, I can drive you to the ferry, so that time will always be too late."

Since the old farmer repeatedly wanted to invite his group to dinner and do his best to make the landlords' friendship, Frodo thought for a while, and finally agreed with a smile.

After walking so far before, they were already exhausted. At this moment, there was nothing wrong with accepting a banquet from the old farmer and enjoying a normal hobbit-style supper.

Hearing Frodo's decision, the two companions immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, the sun sets, and as the darkness descends, the entire land produces the unique lights of countless Hobbit settlements.

After a while, Maga's two sons and three daughters walked in, and a sumptuous dinner was arranged on the big table.

Candles were lit in the kitchen, and the fire rose; Mrs. Maga was busy in and out and prepared various freshly made jam pies and other pre-meal desserts for the guests.

After cheering and raising his glass to introduce each other's names, everyone became familiar with each other. Frodo could finally rest assured and lead his friends and the hospitality old farmer's family to the table to enjoy this joyful and happy meal together.

The beer was allowed to drink. In addition to the real food of the farmer, there was also a large plate of mushroom orphans and smoked pork for everyone to use. The three hunting dogs that were tamed by the old farmer Maga also enjoyed their happiness, gnawing on the bones that the owner had placed in advance.

After everyone was full of food and drink, the farmer took his sons and carried oil lamps to prepare the carriage. When the guests walked out, the yard was very dark. They threw their backpacks into the carriage and then climbed in. The old farmer sat in the driver's seat and spurted two short and strong ponies forward. Her wife stood on the porch to see her off.

"Maga, take care of yourself!" she shouted. "Don't argue with outsiders, come back directly!"

"No problem!" He then drove out of the door. At this time, there was no wind in the fields, the night seemed very quiet, and there was a slight chill in the air. They slowly set out without lighting the lights. After a mile or two, the path was connected to the fork and opened up. After a brief climb, they came to the road paved with stones.

Maga walked off the carriage and looked carefully at the north and south sides. The night sky was silent and there was nothing suspicious. The thin river fog drifted towards the fields on the ditches.

"The fog will get heavier," said Maga. "But I will light the lights when I return. No matter what people I encounter tonight, we will hear their signs first."

Everyone finally arrived at the fork in the ferry, and there was not far from the destination of Frodo and others.

I don't know what I seemed to have heard, but the alert old farmer suddenly dragged the reins and slowed down the horse pulling the cart, and the carriage stopped creakingly.

The sudden change made Frodo and others in the carriage confused. At that time, a sound that scared them came: there was a clear sound of horses on the road ahead.

Listen to the sound, the direction is coming towards everyone!

Maga jumped out of the carriage, held the reins in one hand, and looked nervously at the fog in front of him. The knight was riding his horse and getting closer and closer with the sound of clicking sound.

In this fog where there is no shadow, the sound of horse hooves is particularly terrifying.

"Mr. Frodo, you'd better hide quickly," Sam said nervously.

"Hurry back into the carriage and cover yourself with a blanket, and we will trick the knights into somewhere else!" He climbed out of the carriage and stood beside the old farmer. The black knight had to pass through him before he could get close to the carriage.

Pick, Pick... The knight in the fog in the distance had no intention of stopping.

"Hello!" the old farmer mustered up the courage to ask first.

It seemed as if he heard his shout, the sound of the horse hooves of the knight's mount in the distance suddenly stopped. Everyone could vaguely see a black figure wearing a cloak a few yards away in the fog.

"Stop! I'll tell you to stop!" The old farmer handed the reins to Sam and walked forward. "Don't get close! Who are you? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Mr. Baggins. Have you seen him?" said a Hanhu's voice. But, fortunately, it was Frodo's good friend Merry. Merry lifted the cover of an oil lamp, and the light shone on the surprised old farmer's face.

"Mr. Merry! Why are you?" The old farmer looked shocked.

"Who else can I be? I'm worried that Frodo hasn't arrived for so long, so he will come out to see." As he said that, Merry raised his hands as if to prove it, so that everyone could see his face that had just been covered by a scarf and hat.

When he came out of the fog, everyone who confirmed that he was relieved. It was not that they themselves who intimidated themselves. It was because Meili, who had just been riding a horse, wearing a scarf and a hat, and the shadows that were faintly exposed looked like the dark horse knight.

Frodo jumped out of the carriage to greet him.

"Thank God, Frodo, you're here!" said Merri. "Just just now, I hurriedly rode out to find your traces! I thought at first that you were lost or fell into a pit haha. Mr. Maga, how did you encounter Frodo and the others? Could it be that they accidentally entered the area of ​​your manor?"

"Oh, that's a long story..." the old farmer said with a smile, "Let Mr. Frodo explain the details to you later. It's not too late. Since Mr. Merry has taken the initiative to ride over to pick you up, I'll send you away. Goodbye to everyone, everyone! If I don't go back, my family will be worried."

As he said that, the kind old farmer waved his hand and controlled the carriage and turned to the original road. "Good night," he waved his hands to everyone. "I wish you all the best of your trip. Today is a day worth celebrating! Mr. Frodo Baggins finally returned to the embrace of his hometown of the stag land after many years."

As he spoke to himself, the old man suddenly thought of something and walked into the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw him taking out a large basket from the carriage and handing it out. "I almost forgot about this. My wife prepared a gift for everyone. This is her wish." He handed the basket to Frodo and left under the gratitude of everyone.

Watching the old farmer disappear into the thick fog when he returned home, Frodo suddenly smiled. From the basket prepared by Mrs. Maga, he smelled the scent of the lone mushroom! It was almost his childhood favorite!

Almost at the same time, Sam, a gardener, also lowered his head with some emotion and smelled the delicious aroma of the food emitted from the inside of the basket.

"It's delicious? Oh my god! Although they are biased against people in the Shire area, I have to say that this old couple is still very enthusiastic!"

In front of the food, Sam did not take much effort to reverse his impression of the farmer couple, Maga.

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"Okay, it's time for us to set off, too," said Merry. "If you have any questions, let's wait and go into the house later."

A group of people walked up the carefully sorted ferry path covered with white stones.

After a few hundred yards, they arrived at the shore, which was a spacious pier.

A large flat-bottomed ferry leaned against the dock.

Meili led the pony onto the ferry, while the others followed in sequence. Meili then picked up a long pole and pushed the boat away from the dock.

On both sides of the pier, countless brightly lit houses show the bustling area. This is almost a gathering place for the Hobbit people in the Buckland, and it is also the ancient residence of the Frodo family, the real surname of the Liew Deer family.
Chapter completed!