Ronan finally failed to see Arda's greatest wisdom, because Iluvita didn't seem to want to see him. If he didn't want to, then even a powerful person like Vera would have no way to do so.

"But if he doesn't want to see me, why would he invite me?" Ronan was very strange. Could it be that there is any shameful PY transaction here?

system:"……"

However, it is worth mentioning that the afternoon tea Bombardier invited back is indeed very delicious, unique, hearty and delicious. Especially Bombardier's wife Jinberries' biscuits are the most reluctant, so when Ronan left Lao Lin, he brought a bag of biscuits as snacks.

Of course, the happiest person in this process was Harry. After his hard work, Ronan finally let go and took him to a place he had never heard of before.

"Wow, I finally walked out of the woods..." Harry was obviously relieved and said with lingering fear: "I saw something shortly after walking out of Bombardier's house. There was something that was following us!"

"Well, I've discovered it a long time ago, but don't worry, they are Bombardier's old friends."

"Old friend?"

"Yes, they are corpse monsters, maybe there are tree monsters or something."

Harry's eyes widened: "Why did Bombardier let these things live in his woods? Isn't it very dangerous?"

"No, those people won't hurt him. Perhaps in his opinion, these monsters are no different from other creatures." Ronan explained.

"But why, it sounds bad."

"Harry, don't people who sound bad must do things badly? Do you remember Snape, the dean of Slytherin?"

"Yes, Slytherin's bravest man, but that's the story."

Ronan nodded and said, "But even if it is a story, they must have happened in a certain world."

"I do not understand."

"You don't have to understand, Harry, you just need to know that when people think about problems from different positions, they will think differently."

Harry nodded in a vague way, and then Ronan squatted down and rubbed his little head well.

"Don't think too much, let's keep going."

Harry followed Ronan and muttered, "But I still don't understand."

Shortly after the two of them walked out of Lao Lin, they found a big road and followed the big road in one direction. They could find the town. This is Ronan's plan. They first understand where they are, and then plan what they do.

But they were really lucky. They soon met a dwarf in a pony carriage. They walked eastward, which was a little faster than Ronan and the others.

Although the dwarf was small, he found that he had an unexpectedly mature face, smoking a pipe and humming a song, as happy as Bombardier.

The man drove a carriage and caught up from behind Ronan and then drove side by side. During this period, Harry quietly looked at the dwarf countless times.

He is really a little bit. The seven-year-old Harry is the shortest of his peers, but this dwarf looks like an adult, but he is almost a little taller than Harry.

Uh... it was quite embarrassing. Ronan and the dwarf were tacit at first, and then as Harry's movements became more and more obvious, both of them couldn't help it.

"Ahem, you..."

"You talk first..."

The two of them spoke the same words almost at the same time, which was even more embarrassing.

The dwarf smoked a cigarette in depression, then spit out a large smoke ring and knocked it through. Then he saw that Ronan had no sign of continuing to speak, and then spoke.

"Have you ever seen the Hobbit?"

Ronan shook his head, and Harry nodded.

"I understand, it's normal for a child to have less knowledge. Well, it's normal, uh... are you going to Brie?"

"Oh, Brie, yes, we're going to Brie."

"Wow, what a coincidence, so do I." The dwarf shouted a few times, and then his pony understood the owner's intentions, slowed down, as fast as Ronan and the others.

This dwarf, the Hobbit, carefully looked at Ronan and Harry's outfits. He was dressed in weird clothes, but his clothes looked very good unexpectedly. Maybe he was a human noble?

"I don't hear your accents look like locals. Where do you come from? I'm a hobbit from Hobbiton, you can tell by looking at my height."

"Well, I can see that we are from, uh..." Ronan felt that this Hobbit must not know where China was.

Harry said quickly, "We're coming from London."

"London?" The Hobbit was in a daze for a while, and had never heard of this place before. He asked, "Is it Flinton or where is Harrington?"

Harry was even more confused and looked at Ronan in confusion.

Ronan understood, and it turned out that the Hobbits regarded them as travelers coming from the West, but they explained in this way, so they nodded.

"Oh~ Then I understand, London is a small place, right? It's not too big to go anywhere I've never heard of."

Ronan nodded with a bitter smile, yes, London is a small place, only 1,500 square kilometers.

The Hobbit was still unwilling to let go of this topic and continued to ask: "Then you must be the Lord of London, right?"

"What? How did you see it?"

Faced with Ronan's surprise, the Hobbit sucked his pipe with a smug breathing out a large cloud of smoke, and said, "This is very simple. Just look at your clothes. I'll know. I've never seen such smooth fabrics. They look very shiny and elastic. Oh, my eyes are very sensitive. Look at this dense and neat knitting process. I've never seen such superb skills in my life. You must be very rich."

Ronan smiled without saying a word, while Harry looked at his clothes in confusion. Well, very ordinary fabric, what's special about it?

The young Harry didn't know that the clothes they wore were all modern imitations made by Ronan. Although they looked as retro as possible, the materials exposed everything. The medieval textile level could not achieve this effect no matter what.

It is mixed with natural or artificial fibers with different properties such as fine sulfur cotton and polyester, and then through complex weaving and textile processes, most of the entire process is completed by machines. The material has good performance and uniform texture. It is impossible for even a king to have it at the medieval production level.

"Haha, let me guess!" The Hobbit saw Ronan sucking several pipes in a speechless and proud manner, and then said, "You guys always say you want to experience life, but they always expose their legs to such trivial matters. This is called a young man!"

Ronan: "..." Who are you scolding?

"Also, look at you, you didn't even bring a sword. Fortunately, Brie is a good place. You may be unable to save your life when you go east!"

“Is it unsafe to the east?”

"It's not just unsafe!" The Hobbit widened his eyes and emphasized seriously: "Although it seems to us that the east of Brie is not a good place, it has become increasingly unsafe in recent years, especially in deserted places, orcs, sheepdogs, and undead will come out to move. People like you, tsk tsk tsk..."

Harry quietly hugged Ronan. Although the little guy was telling himself not to be afraid, his unconscious behavior still betrayed him.

Although they were not really afraid of these things, Ronan still had to express his feelings in the face of the kind-hearted reminder, so Ronan stretched out his hand and said sincerely: "Thank you, I am Ronan."

The little boy also raised his hand and introduced himself: "I am Harry."

"Oh, after talking for a long time, we haven't introduced ourselves yet?" The Hobbit made his clothes in surprise, and then reached out and held them with Ronan.

He introduced himself: "I am Shadalak Liquor Deer, the contemporary head of Liquor Deer."

"Wow, I'm so ignorant! Then why are you personally? Uh..." Ronan could only smile and pointed to his car, a car of tobacco.

"Where are, I want to go out for a walk, meet new friends, I think you have a hard time walking, do you have to get on the bus?"

Ronan looked at Shadalak's car and was silent for a while.

Unexpectedly, Shadalak didn't mind at all, and said to Harry and Ronan: "It doesn't matter. Sally is the most capable horse in my family. She can pull more than four of you."

Ronan looked at the flat road and felt that the road conditions were really good, so he got into the car with Harry, put Harry next to Shadalak, and then Ronan sat in the tobacco pile.

"It's quite fragrant, suck - cough cough cough cough!"

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect anyone to smoke?" Shadalak filled it with new tobacco while cleaning his cigarette pot, and said, "My bottom leaf is the best tobacco in the whole of Charles. It's a pity."

Shadalak knocked the cigarette pot, then skillfully ignited the fire, sucked a few sips of the tobacco, and handed it to Harry, asking, "Don't you have a sip? Isn't it okay to not smoke in the future."

Harry shook his head with his little face wrinkled, making Shadalak laugh.

It turned out that the Shadalak's pony was indeed very powerful. He even arrived in Brie before the sun set.

This is a small city with simple city walls. It seems inconspicuous but plays an important role in the entire Middle Earth continent.

First of all, it is the transportation center of Middle-earth in the West, where the Oriental Avenue and the North-South Avenue meet, which is why Shadalak wants to transport tobacco here.

Secondly, it is also one of the key stages for the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings series, with all the beginnings of a series of stories going back to this magical place.

The guards guarding the city gate were obviously very familiar with Shadalak. They saw him from a distance and then moved away.

"Lord of the Deer! Welcome to Brie!"

"Hahahaha, I'm very happy to see you too!" Shadalak drove to the city while greeting the people on the street. It was obvious that this was not the first time he did this.

The car went all the way forward, then stopped in front of the famous Leaping Horse Inn, then Shadalak put the Ronan and the others down and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go and store the carriage."

After saying that, he left, and Ronan took Harry into the interior of the hotel.

To be honest, it is much more famous than its design. It is a very typical medieval hotel. It does not look small but is very tired of it and lacks light. What's worse is that the dense crowds in the hotel fill the air here with a feeling of humidity and filth. Ronan and Harry both froze at the door.

Thank you for your invitation, I was in the Middle Ages, and I just got off the carriage and my fantasies were shattered.
Chapter completed!