Chapter 259: Inherited Stubbornness

"Everyone, please listen to me, please listen to me." Bard looked at everyone anxiously, "Have you all forgotten what happened in Dale City? Have you all forgotten those who died in the sea of ​​fire?"

The enthusiasm of the townspeople was immediately poured with a bucket of cold water, and many people lowered their heads, hesitant in their hearts.

"Why?" Bard looked at Thorin disappointedly, "For the ambition to become the king of the Lonely Mountain, he was driven by greed and blinded by his own desire."

"Quiet, quiet, everyone, don't rush to... shirk responsibility." The mayor suddenly interrupted, "Don't forget that it was Girion, the mayor of Long Lake Town, that is, your ancestor, who failed to kill the dragon."

"Girion is your ancestor?"

Aaron looked at Bard in surprise. If this is true, it means that Smaug's left wing is likely to have been shot by the black arrow, and the dragon has a fatal weakness.

Alfred chimed in, "We all know this story. He shot arrow after arrow, but failed to hit the target."

The wind direction changed again, and the originally hesitant townspeople began to lean towards the dwarf's actions.

Bard walked up to Thorin, "You have no power, no power to enter the mountain."

"I am the only one who has the power to enter." Thorin said lightly, and then looked at the mayor, "May I ask the mayor of Long Lake Town, are you willing to see the prophecy come true?

Are you willing to share the great wealth of my people?"

A heavy hammer hit the mayor's heart hard. Of course he was willing. Who doesn't like money?

"I will tell you..." The mayor rubbed his hands with a smile, "Welcome.

Welcome, say it again, welcome, the king under the mountain."

The mayor has spoken, and the townspeople will naturally not waver. They all laughed, as if they have seen a bright future waving to them.

Bard could not dissuade Thorin or the townspeople, and returned to his home helplessly.

The mayor warmly entertained the expedition team and took out all the fine wines he had collected. As for weapons, armor, supplies, and food, he promised that they would be ready before tomorrow morning.

"Don't you want to live?" Aaron looked at Qili, who was sitting alone in the living room, seriously, with a hint of oppression in his eyes. "The poison you have is not easy to cure, but I am sure I can suppress it. The medicine is already brewing.

But the premise is that you have to take good care of yourself. You can't move around before I prepare the antidote, and you can't participate in the next action."

"How long will it take?" Qili asked weakly.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, thinking that he had figured it out.

"You are lucky. The orcs' poison is strange, but it is too crude and not carefully prepared.

And I happen to be a student of the potion master. I can develop an antidote with ordinary herbs, and the poison can be removed in less than seven days.

But since your leg injury was not treated in time, it will take longer to recover."

"I am asking you how long it will take to boil the medicine?" Qili said with a sad smile, "This expedition is too important for the dwarves. I must be there when the door is opened."

Aaron:......

Your mother is right, you are too rash.

"Qili, do you really not take your life seriously?"

"Some things are more important than life."

Pa!

Aaron slapped him directly.

"Why did you hit me?"

"To wake you up." Aaron said unhappily, "If you are really hopeless, I will definitely respect your opinion. Dying on the expedition is also a man's romance.

But now you have a chance to live, I am sure I can cure you, you are still thinking about death, either the toxin has penetrated into your brain, or your brain is filled with water."

"I don't."

"You have." Aaron knocked on his head, "I am the doctor, and besides, we escaped by water, it is normal for you, a seriously injured soldier, to have water in your brain."

"But this expedition..."

"Shut up." Aaron took off the black stone hanging on his neck, "Before you want to die, please think about your mother first."

Kili was silent for a moment, "Fili will take good care of her."

"Your uncle." Aaron patted his forehead, "Thorin is your relative! I don't believe that this stubbornness is not inherited from the same lineage."

"How do you know? He is my uncle."

Aaron:......

Enough, I'm really fed up.

Aaron grabbed his hair, upset, and even had the urge to hit someone.

"You want to die, right? I'll go find your uncle and your brother and see what they think.

If they all agree that you want to die, then I won't treat you."

"Don't." Qili grabbed Aaron's arm tightly and begged, "Don't tell them, I beg you."

"Haha!" Aaron smiled and pried his hands apart, "Are you teaching me how to do things? If you don't let me tell them, I will tell them."

A few minutes later, Aaron brought Thorin and Fili to Qili.

"You two, I have done my best to get to this point.

His fate will be decided by you from now on."

"You are poisoned." Thorin looked at Qili angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Uncle." Qili stood up with difficulty, "I must be there when the hall of our fathers opens."

"Qili, I understand you, very much." Thorin helped him to the chair, "But you really can't go now, not only for yourself, but also for this expedition, you will seriously slow us down."

"You must stay here." Fili advised earnestly, "You have to rest well, detoxify and heal your wounds.

I promise, brother, the first thing we will do after we succeed is to take you to the Lonely Mountain."

Seeing the two people's firm attitude, Qili showed a far-fetched smile and nodded regretfully.

Fili stayed to comfort his brother, while Thorin pulled Aaron aside, "Gaius, tell me the truth, can you really cure him?"

"Don't worry, I'm 90% sure." Aaron said easily, "But it's better to send him to Bard's house tomorrow. The mayor's character is totally untrustworthy."

"Will he agree?" Thorin asked doubtfully. After all, he just hit back at Bard. It can be said that no one in Long Lake Town hates dwarves more than Bard.

Aaron shrugged, "I will convince him."

After the dinner, the members of the expedition lay on the ground to rest, snoring one after another.

Aaron slowly opened his eyes and tiptoed away.

He came to Bard's house and knocked on the door.

Bard opened the door and saw Aaron, and said coldly: "Take your medicine and leave. You are not welcome in my house."

"Don't be so polite!" Aaron laughed, "I came here this time to ask you for help."

"I dare not help you again." Bard sneered, and then waved, "Give him the things."

Barn put the herbs Aaron bought outside the door, Sigrid put a set of casseroles and two bottles of lavender potions in his hands, and the little daughter put three gold coins in Aaron's pocket.

The meaning is very clear, we are no longer related.

"Your medicine, casserole, and gold coins are all here, leave now."

Bard was about to close the door, but Aaron stopped him quickly, "The prophecy may not be without a turn."

Hearing this, Bard hesitated for a moment and said helplessly: "Come in!"

Aaron shrugged and walked into the house, and the three brothers and sisters moved the herbs back.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Bard asked, sitting on a chair.

"Stay at your house for a few days.

Of course, it's not just me, but also Kili. If the poison of that guy is not cured, he will really be close to death."

"I promise." Bard nodded hesitantly, and then looked at Aaron seriously, "Now tell me how to change the prophecy."

"It can't be changed." Aaron said very bluntly, "If Thorin and the others didn't kill Smaug in Lonely Mountain, it would definitely come here."

"Didn't you just say there was a turning point?" Barn said angrily.

"The turning point I mentioned is only for your family." Aaron spread his hands, "I am a wizard, with my ability, it is not a problem to protect your family."

"What about the others?" Bud asked anxiously, "What about the residents in the town?"

"Uh... I have to tell you a cruel fact, I can't save everyone." Aaron said very bluntly, "I will carve a defensive magic circle near your house, even the dragon flame can't easily destroy it, as long as you hide in the ruins you can survive."

"You can't survive, winter is coming soon, if Changhu Town is destroyed, we will either freeze to death or starve to death."

Aaron's eyes twitched, "Can't we change places?"

"We have nowhere to go. If we leave this town, we will be homeless refugees.

Escape in winter, I guess we will die halfway before we reach other towns."

Aaron:......

So pessimistic, but pessimism is true.

"Alas!" Aaron sighed and put all the gold coins he had looted in the Troll's Treasure Cave on the table. "This is all the money I have. It's enough for you to store enough supplies to survive this winter. In the spring, you can also move your family to another place to live again."

Bard looked at the bag of gold coins and smiled. "Have you arranged for our family?"

"I guess so! Your family is worth saving.

As for others, I will not watch them die, but that is within my ability." Aaron said. He is not a saint and will not risk his life to save a group of strangers who are blinded by money.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can't let go of the residents here." Bard pushed the gold coins back. "My ancestors failed to kill the dragon. What qualifications do I have to abandon them and escape alone?"

Aaron was stunned for a moment, then looked at Bard and the three brothers and sisters standing firmly behind him.

"I really didn't make a mistake." Aaron applauded, "Before I kill Smaug, I will guarantee the safety of your family, in the name of Gaius.

As for what happens next, I don't care. Anyway, Thorin has promised to help you rebuild this town."

"Wait, you mean you will kill Smaug?" Bard looked at Aaron seriously, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Thorin wants to rebuild the dwarf kingdom, and my purpose is simply to kill the evil dragon." Aaron said casually, "Originally, there was a gray-robed wizard in our team, but he had something to do temporarily. I, a wizard alone, only have a 20% chance of winning.

But your son Barn told me that Smaug was shot through a dragon scale by Girion. This is a fatal weakness, which counts as 20%. Add the prophecy, I can make some preparations in Long Lake Town in advance, which is another 10%.

Added together, it's a 50% chance of winning, which is enough to fight."