After a second of silence, the door of the room that had already been closed was gently pushed open from outside the door. Judging from the movement of opening the door, it was obvious that the people outside the door did not want to cause too much noise. Almost at the same time when the door was opened, the Divine Walker, who was standing in front of Frodo, retreated almost like lightning to the shadow behind him. It was almost a visual blind spot that was not easily noticed by visitors.

Facing the surprised eyes of the Hobbit passengers, Mr. Butterbo walked in with a candle, and behind him was the waiter Nober carrying a pot of hot water full of water.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I'm here this time, and I want to talk to you about something." The owner put the candle on the table and said, "Norber! Why are you still standing there? Take the hot water from several gentlemen!"

While saying familiar polite words, the kind-hearted hotel owner slowly led the waiter behind him into the room.

Frodo noticed that the owners and the others entered the room, and closed the door quickly at almost the speed of light, just as the owner, Butterberry, himself, did not want the others in the hotel to hear his next words. Such strange behavior not only made Frodo alertly and secretly used a look at Sam and Pipin to signal everyone to be more alert.

Fortunately, I don’t know if it was unintentional or intentional, but Creambo continued as if he hadn’t seen Frodo’s reaction:

"Well, sirs, I'm sorry that I'm disturbing you to rest so late today. I really feel sorry for this. In fact, I'm sorry whether it's disturbing you to rest, but when I just saw you strange behavior in the hall, I remembered a crucial thing in my mind. A while ago, a friend of mine specifically reminded me to pay attention to a Hobbit passenger from Charles, especially a Hobbit named Baggins."

"Sir, you're not too busy. There is no one among us who is called Baggins." Along the way, Frodo has almost mastered the instinct that he could instinctively deny when he heard about Mr. Baggins.

"Ah, but I don't seem to think so when I heard some news here." The boss shook his head stubbornly as if he had decided on something. "First of all, gentlemen from Charles, please don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you. My friend, when I asked me to pay attention to Mr. Baggins, told me that you would use the pseudonym Mr. Yamashita. Please forgive me for taking the liberty, but the description given to me by the other party is indeed very consistent with you."

"Is that so coincidental?" Frodo still forced himself to express his expression like an unknowing passerby. He seemed to hope to use this method to confuse the hotel owner and not recognize him.

"My friend told me that Mr. Baggins is a short man with red cheeks." Mr. Butterbur said seriously.

Pipin covered his mouth and snickered, while Sam next to him closed his mouth tightly like a scheming stone man.

Butterboy continued: "But this guy is taller than the average hobbit, and he is also very beautiful, and there is a sunken on his chin. He is a vibrant guy with bright eyes. To sum up, among the hobbits I have seen in recent months, you are the only ones that match these appearance characteristics."

"What is your friend's name?" Frodo asked anxiously.

"Ah! You should know Gandalf too. As a wizard, my good friend is a good friend of fireworks. Oh my God, those strange fireworks are really a powerful tool to attract customers to stay and celebrate! Oh, it's a pity that I'm so stupid, how can I forget all the things he asked me for. It's not until today that you remember you when you see Gandalf. Now, I don't know what he will treat me next time I see Gandalf. Maybe he will turn all the wines I treasured in the wine cellar into sour grape juice..."

"Huh? What did you do?" Frodo obviously couldn't understand what the owner was afraid of at the moment. As far as he knew, Gandalf would not treat his friends so rudely. If Gandalf really did do that, it must be that the owner had carelessly forgotten the crucial thing Gandalf asked him.

"Where did I just say?" the boss said, "Oh, yes, I said the crucial thing Gandalf asked me. It happened almost three months ago. It was as clear as usual, and the hotel business was neither good nor bad. Gandalf came to me without saying hello in advance. He asked me to help send a letter to Mr. Baggins in Charles. As he said that, he handed me a letter he had already written. Of course, I agreed immediately to my friend."

"The address is written very clearly," Mr. Creampie has always been very proud of himself as a literate man. He seemed to take out the letter Gandalf gave him from his pocket as if he wanted to prove something left, saying word by word: "Charle, Bag bottom, Mr. Frodo Baggins."

"Yes, this is the address of my house! So, Gandalf did not make any arrangements in advance, but he prepared a letter to me!" Frodo shouted.

"Ah!" said Creambo. "Then your real name is Baggins?"

"Yes," said Frodo, "you'd better give me the letter quickly and tell me why you didn't send it! Oh my God, Mr. Butterbo, your forgetful behavior almost hurt me!"

The poor old butterboy lowered his head with great guilt when he heard Frodo's complaint. "You're right, sir," he said, "I'm really sorry about this. I didn't deliberately put it away, I was for safety. Then I couldn't find anyone to go to Charles the next day, and the same was true on the third day; and my own guys couldn't leave. My own hotel business happened to be busy every day a while ago, which made my memory that was not good enough, otherwise I wouldn't have met you tonight before. If I could compensate you, you just need to speak."

"In fact, maybe you may not only need this letter written by Gandalf, maybe, I mean, you can listen to what Gandalf said to me when he asked me to send the letter. Gandalf told me that if Frodo Baggins, who was using Mr. Yamashita as a pseudonym, did not appear by your side when he came to my hotel to stay, you would definitely need my help. As for why you needed my help, he didn't say it. Now that you are here, it seems that the trouble will not be too far away."

"I will need your help? What does Gandalf mean by saying these words?" Frodo asked.

"Maybe I know some bad news about this," the shop owner said in a low voice. "Just a while ago, two black knights riding black horses suddenly appeared near the village! Since they appeared, the dark horse knights appeared in the streets and alleys of the village, in fact, they were looking for news about Mr. Baggins. One day soon after, Norber told me that two black knights came to the door to inquire about Baggins' whereabouts. Whether Gandalf asked me to pay attention to your appearance in advance, I would not tell those foreigners of unknown origins. After waving their hands to drive them away, I knew from other neighbors that these dark horse knights didn't look like any good ones. They asked almost all the villagers the same questions along the way. There was also the Ranger God Walker. He wanted to break in while you were having dinner."

"That's right!" The God Walker suddenly walked out of the shadow corner on the side. "Mr. Baalman, in fact, your act of stopping me from coming in almost resulted in another mistake."

The shop owner jumped up in fear. "It's you!" he shouted. "Godwives? Why are you here? How did you come in?"

"I asked him to come in," Frodo said. "He came to us and said he could help."

"Well, Mr. Baggins, I hope you know what you need just like Gandalf." Mr. Butterbur looked at the Gods Walker suspiciously. "But I still want to give you a piece of advice. The origins of the Rangers are mysterious. They are not a good partner worthy of your trust."

"Who will you be with?" asked the God Walker. "Would you obey a humble innkeeper who accepted Gandalf's commission but delayed for three months and almost failed to do it? I think Mr. Baggins and his group are short of a partner who can point them in the right direction. Are you willing to join them in blocking those Black Knights?"

"Me? My leap horse hotel is still in Buli! I'm blunt, I can't leave Buli. My business needs me." Butterboy seemed really scared this time. "Mr. Yamashita, you can stay here for a while and wait until things calm before leaving. As for those dark horse knights who look scary at the moment? With me here, I will definitely stop them. But other than that, can you tell me why those dark horse knights are so obsessed with catching you?"

"I'm sorry, it's a secret about why the Dark Horse Knight is so interested in me. Gandalf told me not to tell anyone." Frodo replied. "But Mr. Cream, I really appreciate you knowing that these things are still trying to help me, but this fact is too dangerous. I must tell you that those hiding me may bring danger to you. As for the Black Knights, I'm not sure, but I'm worried that they are from-"

"They are from Mordor," said Shenxingke. "Balimman, I say so, you should know the dangers."

"Oh my God!" Cream Bo's face turned pale. He had obviously heard of this place. "Believe me, this is probably the worst news I've ever heard in my life."

"Yes," said Frodo. "Are you willing to help?"

"Of course, Mr. Baggins," said Creambo, "although I don't know how I will help deal with it," out of some superstitious taboo, he did not dare to directly name the evil servants of the Land of Morto.

"Troubleshooting the demon shadows of the East," said Shen Xingke quietly. "Balimman, you can not help much, but maybe you may have an unexpected effect on helping us cover this matter. Promise me, before we leave, don't take the initiative to mention Mr. Baggins' whereabouts with anyone?"

"I will do it," said Creambo. "But I'm worried that they will know he's here without my help. Mr. Baggins may have attracted much attention tonight. He disappeared suddenly before public, a novelty that can become a household name in Buli within a night. At that time, even I can't stop the curiosity of other neighbors. At most, I can only stop them for one night!"

"Well, I hope there is still time. We can only pray that the speed of the dark horse knights will not come by tomorrow." Frodo said.

"I hope so too," said Creambo. "But no matter what their origins are, they won't break into the Leopard Horse Hotel so easily. Even if someone comes to ask you about it, I will find a reliable reason to stop them. The guys and I will be vigiling tonight, so you should take a break soon."

"Anyway, we'll wake us up tomorrow at dawn," Frodo said. "We must set out as early as possible. Breakfast at half past six, please."

"Okay! I will help you with all this." The owner said. "Good night, Baggins first--oh, Mr. Yamashita! By the way, where is Mr. Deer who came with you? Why haven't I seen him since I parted in the lobby tonight?"

"I don't know," Frodo suddenly felt a little nervous. He didn't know where Merry went for a walk, but he hadn't come back yet. "He might have gone out. He had said he wanted to breathe fresh air or something."

Finally, Creambo finally walked out of the room; before leaving, he looked at Shenxingke with suspicion and shook his head. His footsteps gradually drifted away.

"Is it OK?" asked the God Walker. "When are you going to read the letter?" Frodo carefully looked at the sealing wax on it before opening the letter.

Judging from the elegant font, this is indeed written by Gandalf.

Buli, Yuema Hotel, Xia Ken 1418, the middle of the year.

Dear Frodo:

I have received some bad news here and may have to set off as soon as possible. You'd better leave the bottom of the bag, and it's better to leave before the end of July. I'll rush back as soon as possible. If I find that you're gone, I'll follow you right away. I have an old friend in Buli Village who started a business called Yuema Hotel. He is a kind-hearted person worthy of your trust.

In addition, I have another familiar old friend who can help you: he is a tall and dark-skinned human, and some people call him a god-walking guest. If you have any questions, please ask him just to know a lot of secret knowledge that I don’t know. After joining him, don’t delay and go directly to Rivendell. Hope we will meet again there. If I don’t show up, Eron will guide you.

Gandalf's hurry

Note: No matter what the reason is, never use it again! Don’t rush to the night!

Note 2: Pay attention to identifying who is the real traveler of God. My old friend, his real name is Aragorn.
Chapter completed!