"Gentlemen, ladies, let us welcome our precious guests, the King of the Mountain, Thorin Oak Shield!"

"Oh! Welcome!"

"And there are also a group of cute dwarves who follow the King of the Mountain!"

"Welcome! Welcome!"

"There are also the lovely wise man, the minstrel, Ronan and his followers, the lovely elf lady, Taorel!"

"Oh! Welcome!"

The mayor of Changhu Town stood on a high position and looked at the dwarves below with great pleasure, saying, "So respected King of the Mountain, the great Thorin Oak Shield, I wonder if you are willing to accept our banquet."

Solin looked at the mayor above, then looked at the fanatical residents of Changhu Town around him, and chuckled, unable to tell whether it was contempt or gratitude.

"Of course I am happy to accept banquets from the residents of Changhu Town. After all, the friendship between our Eriebo and Changhu Town is also long-standing, so why not do it?"

As he said that, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and shouted, "Gentlemen, ladies, this glass is for friendship!"

"Ah hahahaha!" The mayor clapped his hands happily, "Very good, very good, uh, I just don't know if we can help you when you return to Gushan this time, the treasure in the mountain..."

Solin looked up again, and sure enough, everyone stared at his face when they heard the word "Treasure", as if they were not allowed to hear a word "No" from his mouth.

"Haha, they are all people who are fascinated by greed..."

Solin understood his situation. It seemed that Changhu Town had to get involved in this matter, and then he took a look at Luo Nan.

Ronan was also looking at him and nodded slightly at him.

In the original plot, the dwarfs came to Changhu Town unarmed after falling out with the elves. At this time, Changhu Town helped Solin and his gang, and then they obtained the right to share the treasures in the mountains from Solin. However, the dwarfs now do not have to get along with the elves at all. Logically speaking, there is no need to accept the greedy requests from Changhu Town.

However, according to the current situation, if Solin does not agree to this, it will be a big deal to let the people of Changhu Town go over. It's really greedy!

Thorin should have been angry, but he suddenly felt that there was no need for this. After all, what is the gold and silver written in Gushan? If it does not belong to him, what can I do if I share it more? What's the point if I can't spend it?

"Master, we dwarves are really weak, so I think we really need your help, very important help!"

The mayor smiled so hard that his ears were grinning, rubbed his fat hands and asked, "So I don't know what share we can get is..."

"thousandth!"

The smiles of the people in Changhu Town disappeared, and the difference between this result and their imagination was too big.

"One thousandth? Are you humiliating us?" The mayor was shocked and didn't hold the wine glass in his hand.

"Hurt?" Before Solin refuted Ronan was the first to stand up, he looked at these people and said, "I have heard someone say that people will humiliate themselves and then others will humiliate them."

And you, look at yourself, won’t you feel ashamed? What can you help Solin in this process? You dare to ask for the division of treasures in the mountains?

As a person, you must first recognize yourself, then recognize the world, and then achieve your goals within your ability. Have you seen yourself clearly?"

Ronan's eyes were like a knife, piercing the hearts of these people. Even the mayor did not dare to look Ronan's eyes directly. The dwarves around Ronan seemed to have won a battle, all of them tilted their heads, even so they could not see others' heads.

It seems that the Dwarf has won a great victory, this is one of the rare verbal victory in the history of dwarf diplomacy!

But at this moment a different opinion emerged.

"I don't agree!" It turned out to be fisherman Bud.

"It's Bud! That's great!"

"But he is just a fisherman and a porter. What can he have for him?"

"Don't say so, I've heard the story of Bard. His ancestors were rich, and they were descendants of the great nobles..."

"I'm still a great nobleman. I can't save new clothes for a year, and I can't feed my children at home."

"I don't agree!" Bud squeezed out of the crowd and looked directly at Ronan's scrutiny.

At this time, even the mayor, who had always been guarding against him like a thief, had to change his previous hostile stance and instead support Bard.

"Awesome, Bud, let me tell you what you think!"

Alfred, who was standing by, was anxious and could not let Bud speak.

He really knows Bad, who is said to be the descendant of Jirian, the last king of the river valley. Although his family has been in Changhu Town for several generations, his family tutoring is very good, his abilities are also available, and his reputation among the people is even better, so he should pay more attention to this person.

If Bud said something that suits everyone's wishes and leads everyone to do something, that's okay? In the smallest way, he is the second-in-command leader of Changhu Town, and in the big way, he will be shaken. After all, they have really not done much work in personnel over the years.

But the mayor, who was not so sensitive to political smell, did not notice this. His heart was completely fascinated by the gold in the lonely mountain, so he wanted to take a gamble.

"Bad, speak your point boldly, and the people in Changhu Town will support you!"

"Yes, Bud, say it!" Everyone in Changhu Town looked at this old good man with eager eyes.

When Ronan saw this scene, he felt bad because his logic was not perfect, at least no one had the confidence to kill Smaug in that lonely mountain.

Bad looked at Ronan, then looked at the king of the mountain, Thorin Oak Shield, and then looked at the people of Changhu Town, and said loudly: "Everyone! Listen to me, my opinion is not to ask for more treasures, but to oppose this dwarf expedition. For the benefit of all of us, we should prevent these people who are confused by gold from alarming the terrifying evil beast in the mountains."

"Ah..." This view was immediately cheered by everyone. People who were confused by gold were not just dwarves as Bard mentioned. The same was true for the people in Changhu Town, which has been poor for too long!

The old farmers were really scared of poverty. If they had not seen the light, they could have endured the darkness. If they had not been glorious, they could have endured the downs and downs.

But they all knew that their ancestors' lives two hundred years ago were not like this. The furnishings in their homes told them that the prosperity here was once.

Since the evil dragon destroyed Changhu Town, burned the River Valley City, and occupied Arribo, the population of this area has decreased day by day, and the prosperity of the trade routes in the past has never returned, and the rebuilt Changhu Town has no longer flourished.

The dwarves who are coming now have truly aroused the people of Changhu Town's desire for past prosperity, and truly make people see the temptation of gold. They can no longer wait!

"Bad, I've really misread you!"

"That's, the traitor of Changhu Town!"

Bud was really anxious. If others didn't understand, it didn't mean he didn't understand. He looked at the mayor, but the same disappointed mayor had lost interest. He waved his hand to drive Bud down, but Alfred once again stopped the mayor.

"Sir, wait. Since Bud must want to throw this person in front of everyone at this time, then you might as well let him throw him away."

At this time, Alfred finally awakened the mayor's political consciousness. Yes, since they were destined to have less than much treasure, it would be better to let Bud, the competitor, lose this person.

"Bad, I suddenly became a little interested in what you said, let's continue."

"Ah!" The townspeople cheered again.

Bud waved his hands and shouted, "Everyone, everyone! Listen to me! Listen to me!

The evil beast in the lonely mountain, the giant dragon and the gorgeous Smaug, its skin is invulnerable to the sword, its dragon wings can stir up a hurricane, its sharp teeth are like bone-clearing steel knives, and its dragon flames are burning everywhere.

Do you really think that just one group of people, thirteen dwarves, one half-hearted, and one scammer, can you go deep into the lonely mountain and defeat the dragon?

Once the beast is awakened and once the group is burned to ashes in Eribo, the next unlucky one is our Changhu Town. Do we still want to repeat the tragedy two hundred years ago?

Master Ronan, right? I do benefit a lot from your words, but do you recognize the boundaries of your ability?"

Bad's words really stimulated the townspeople and reminded the mayor.

Indeed, although these people cannot help the dwarves, they have to bear the same price as the Thirteen Dwarves when they fail. Is this called fairness?

Everyone suddenly stared at Thorin and Ronan and his group. To be fair, how likely is the success of their group? Smaug is not an ordinary monster. It is the remnant of the mythological era and a terrible evil beast that has been circulating from ancient times to the present. Are these people in front of them like dragon slaying people?

It is basically impossible. What size is Smaug and what ability is that? At that time, a complete dwarf army and a human army did not resist for a long time. Now there are only sixteen people, what can I do?

The situation suddenly got out of control. Now it is not just a matter of sharing the money without any discussion, but the people in Changhu Town are still asking them to continue north to go to Gushan.

There are only sixteen people in them now, and there are nearly five hundred people around them just around them, and there are more people watching farther away, and there are nearly a hundred soldiers covered in armor.

Crisis gathers in people's hearts.

"One-fourth!" Thorin Oak Shield roared.

"What?"

"One-fourth!" Solin shouted again: "We are willing to distribute one-fourth of the treasures in Gushan to the residents of Changhu Town. Whether they suffer losses in the process of regaining Gushan, I am willing to distribute one-fourth of the treasures to the residents of Changhu Town."

"One-fourth!" The mayor opened his mouth and widened his eyes, and instantly knocked him out of surprise. He knew how many gold and silver there were in that mountain. One-fourth, so much treasure was enough for him to maintain his luxurious life today for thousands of years!

"One-fourth?" The townspeople look at me, and I look at you, but they have no idea. They don't know how much wealth is, but in terms of this number, it's already a lot. After all, it's not as good as a tiger's den, and they don't have to really work hard, just wait for news. Isn't this good enough?

Seeing that everyone was shaken, Bard tried his best to appeal: "Listen to me, listen to me!

They have no reason to succeed! They cannot succeed! Don't trust the dwarves!"

So everyone looked at the mayor again. At this moment of entanglement, they needed someone to make a final decision.

The mayor smiled, looked at Bud, and said, "Of course you would object, of course you would think that the dragon was invincible, because you are the descendant of the pathetic lord Girion who shot all the black arrows and didn't hit Smaug in one shot!"

Bud's face turned pale and he had nothing to say.

The mayor raised his glass and said to Solin and others: "Welcome you, my friends! Play music, serve meals, let us entertain our guests, and the people of Changhu Town are going to live a good life!"
Chapter completed!