Chapter 330 Prologue

"Frodo, I'm not as good as you think."

One night, in Bag End, when Frodo fell asleep, Bilbo lit the light in the study and began to write a letter.

"I don't know what made me make this decision, but it's definitely not kindness. Maybe I feel that among all my relatives - those with Baggins in their names, only you have the true style of the Baggins family."

"So, I decided to entrust Bag End and all my property to you."

"As for me, don't worry. I just want to take one last trip before the end of my life. I have thought about this for a long time. I am afraid that it will be too late if I hesitate any longer."

The rustling sound of writing continued to come from the study. Obviously, Bilbo wrote a lot that night.

As a Hobbit, Bilbo can be said to have reached the peak of his life. He is rich and respected. He is currently the oldest Hobbit in the Shire and the patriarch of the Baggins family. All these can definitely be described as "highly respected".

But the adventurous heart eventually defeated the greed for a comfortable life.

Just like the decision he made sixty years ago.

After writing this letter, or should I say "will", Bilbo sealed it up and started writing another letter.

A banquet invitation letter.

"To Levi."

...

"An unprecedented grand 111th birthday party, Bilbo said so."

September 3001, Roadside Castle, Levi opened a newly delivered letter and read it carefully.

Then he discussed it with Gandalf on the side.

"Well, I know, I have made a lot of preparations for this."

Gandalf held a pipe in his hand, and smoke floated out of his mouth.

"Are you referring to the cart of fireworks over there?" Levi tilted his head and looked.

He noticed when Gandalf came. This guy used a pony to pull a whole cart of fireworks of various shapes. It seemed that he was going to show it off at Bilbo's birthday party.

"Well, don't underestimate my special fireworks, Levi. They may not be very powerful, but they are definitely much more beautiful than the fireworks you use for fighting."

"Believe me, I have practiced this skill for thousands of years."

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to it."

"You will be feasted for the eyes."

Gandalf nodded happily, with a look of "just wait and see".

"There is no time to lose. I have to set off first. The pony pulling the cart is not very fast. If I am late because of this, Bilbo will complain bitterly."

"Pony..."

Levi asked casually: "Why not use the fast horse?"

Gandalf was silent for a while, and said faintly:

"Fast horse, yes, it is very fast, too fast, so fast that the car I was riding in before flipped over once, and I fell down with it. You don't want to know the scene at that time. My waist is still hurting now."

"That's really..."

Levi shrugged.

It seems that running too fast is not necessarily a good thing when the cargo volume is too large.

"What about you, when are you going?" Gandalf asked Levi.

"A few days later, I will arrive before the banquet."

"Okay."

Gandalf left.

Levi leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers on the table, and his mind drifted to the north.

Since Angmar was completely cleared, the environment there has gradually eased over time, and green grass has slowly and firmly spread into it.

Many outposts have been built in the former capital of Angmar and in the northern part to monitor the movements behind the snowy mountains in the north.

It should be unnecessary to do so, but for some reason, the uninhabited snowfield over there makes Levi feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

Even the rangers feel the same way.

Because of this, neither Angmar nor the Etten Wasteland were used as new gathering places.

Instead, they just took a few outposts there to show their claim.

——It was still a decision made out of conservative strategy. Before the possible hidden dangers were resolved, neither Levi nor the people in charge of relevant work in Roadside Castle would easily let people settle there.

Most people still lived behind the Great Wall, and were cautious about the northern wasteland further north than Angmar.

After dealing with many affairs of the territory, a few days later, seeing that the time was almost up, Levi rode on his horse and followed Gandalf's trajectory all the way west.

To attend the banquet that had been prepared for a long time.

Gululu...

The wheels rolled on the country path, occasionally making a clanging sound because of the potholes on the ground.

"Outside the gate, from now on, the journey will never end~"

"Even if the road ahead is long~"

"But the steps must be urgent..."

A melodious and relaxed melody came from a distance, and the tune was catchy, smooth and pleasant.

It was driven by a warm voice.

"You're late, Gandalf."

On the hill, a young hobbit held his chest and questioned the singer.

"Wizards are never late, Frodo Baggins."

Gandalf stopped the carriage, looked up, and continued: "Nor will they be early, they will only arrive on time as he wants."

The two of them stared at each other for a while.

After a moment, they suddenly laughed at the same time.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

"It's great to see you, Gan Daofu!"

Froido rushed up excitedly.

"Oh, you won't think I want to be absent from Bilbo's birthday, haha, really do that, then this old guy must blame me for a meal."

"I heard from Li Weina, this banquet was" unprecedented "."

"Indeed, the whole Shier was messy, and the chickens jumped."

Frorto said: "Half of Charles were invited to attend the banquet. As for the other half that was not invited -they would come here."

"Well ... that is, the people in Charles will come over, that is really the same as him, it is unprecedented."

Gan Daofu lit the pipe and smiled.

Today, this firework is right. This kind of thing is to be more interesting.

Live.

Thinking of it, suddenly, Freo said: "Uncle Billbo always stares at the map recently."

"I know that this can't be related to you, right, Gandolf?"

"What?" Gandef looked at FroDo, his eyes looked a little innocent.

"Just pretend."

"Before you arrived, the reputation of the Bakins family was very good. No one never thought about what to do."

"That's not necessarily." Gan Daofu shook his head.

"I can't blame me in this matter. Billbo must have never told you. He was very naughty when he was a child. He once ran directly from the bottom of the bag to the old forest. broken."

"Uh, I have never heard of this incident." Florod seemed a little surprised.

For Billbo's closest uncle, he is more impressed with "a mysterious old man with a lot of stories'. Even if the two have known each other for decades, this mystery has not decreased. Looking for, you can always find some new things on him.

"Well, you're right before you hear it, he won't mention his own trouble with you."

"In short, whether you believe it or not, I can only be regarded as a little bit of him at most, most of the decisions made by himself."

"Really?" Froode doubted.

"Whether it is related to you or not, anyway, you have been awarded the title of" turmoil "by Charles."

"Really false?"

Old Ganfu's eyes became more and more innocent.

He glanced at the Hobbit who was taking care of the small garden at the door of the family. The Hobbit also looked at him and smiled.

The next second, the Hobbit who was laughing was knocked by his wife who came out of the house.

"Oh, okay, it seems that the prejudice here is really serious."

"Gan Daofu!"

At this moment, a group of children rushed out of the garden, and they called Gan Daofu's name in a noisy manner, and shouted words such as 'Fireworks'.

"But you see, children will not be affected by prejudice."

— Touch!

Under the urging of the fire, a small firework flew out and exploded, turned into a few fireworks butterflies, and flew in the air after a while.

The children suddenly bloomed.

Listening to the laughter of the children, the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

The program of the story is opened.