It is also not allowed to not let Morgan sigh at the horror of fate or the great movement of Ainu.

Everything seemed to be heading towards the dark direction.

Of course, this is just Morgan's guess.

Perhaps, the appearance of the Ring Spirit was just a coincidence.

After all, it is certain that the other party will come up.

Looking at the mountains, rivers, and the vast crops far ahead.

Morgan was a little worried: "I don't know if Frodo and Sam are being caught up by the Ring Spirits now."

But at least they both lived in Habitun for a long time.

It is the protagonist of the next expedition.

It must not be so easy to be caught.

Of course, your own appearance means variables.

Some things that have not happened yet are indefinitely.

Morgan doesn't think they will be fine.

"call..."

He let out a long sigh.

Morgan put away the kettle and snacks and watched the dawn of the east sky gradually brighten and white.

He turned and walked in the other direction.

A little further away there appeared the bag-bottom pit where the Hobbit lived.

Morgan needs to get a horse to find Frodo and Sam better.

It's dawn now.

Judging from the sky, it should be a sunny day again today.

Those ring spirits are far less powerful during the day than at night.

If Frodo and Sam had not been caught up by those ring spirits yet.

It’s easier for them to move during the day.

Morgan strides all the way toward the bag bottom hole in the distance ahead.

The day became brighter and brighter.

A red sun was hanging in the eastern sky.

Morgan finally saw the other hobbits.

After some inquiry, I knew that it was a bit far from Bilbo's bag bottom pit.

It is important to find Frodo and Sam. Morgan did not plan to go back to find the horse at this time, but instead paid for a horse.

Buying a horse didn't take Morgan too much time.

But when he was on the back of the horse and was about to leave, Morgan was stunned.

Because he didn't know where to go to find Frodo and Sam.

Speaking of which, although Morgan has lived in Billbo's home for quite some time over the years, he is not very familiar with other places in Habitun.

"etc..."

"In the memory plot, Frodo and Sam escaped from a ferry when they were chased by the Ring Spirit..."

"What does that ferry name seem to be called?"

Morgan sat on the back of a horse and frowned and tried hard to recall the plot in his memory.

Fortunately, Morgan’s memory is much better now than his previous life.

But no matter how good the memory is, Morgan has been in Middle-earth for nearly sixty years now.

Even if he recalls it for a long time, it is normal for him to remember some detailed things.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he finally recalled some of his eyebrows: "It seems that he is called Bako... some ferry is coming."

Thinking of this.

Morgan decisively dismounted and knocked on the Hobbit door that he bought the horse again.

"Is there a ferry near you called "Bako" or something?"

"Bakoberli..."

Morgan asked, and the boss of Ma Shang immediately gave the answer.

soon.

After getting the route to the Bacoberli Ferry from the Hobbit merchant boss.

Morgan turned over and walked quickly towards the ferry.

I thought of going to Bacoboli Ferry.

Morgan soon seemed to remember two other hobbits.

That is the memory plot, Merri and Pipin, who accidentally met Frodosam because of stealing vegetables.

"So this time, will the four little hobbits meet unexpectedly?"

"But it seems that the reason why Frodosam went to Bacoberli Ferry was that Merry suggested..."

"Then if the four of them didn't meet."

"I went to Bacoberli Ferry by myself for a waste of time."

"But there is nothing I can do if I run away in vain."

Because Morgan could not think of where to go to find Frodo and Sam.

The nine ring spirits were chasing them both at this time.

In such a critical moment, whether it is Gandalf's entrustment or the relationship between Morgan and Bilbo and even Frodo.

Even the needs of the system in one's own body.

He didn't plan to give up looking for two hobbits at this time.

"Bang bang bang..."

Morgan rode straight towards the Bacoberli Ferry.

......

The sky is clear.

A round of hot light balls hang high in the air.

Even if summer has passed.

The scorching sun at noon in Charles is still a bit hot.

It is still in a vast corn-intensive field.

Two short figures kept shuttled through the corn field that was twice their height.

It took a while.

A rather short and solid figure rushed out of the corn field, tripped by the broken corn stalks under his feet and fell on the path between the fields.

A voice came from behind immediately: "Sam, rest."

"Those things didn't seem to catch up."

"So hungry, I can't run anymore..."

After the words came, a Hobbit, who was also short but obviously pretty, sat down on the path quickly and gasped.

These two are naturally Frodo and Sam.

Escape from midnight to the present.

At dawn, they were almost caught up by the terrifying black knights behind them.

Fortunately, as dawn, the speed of those guys slowed down significantly.

This allowed the two people who had been flexibly wandering in the corn woodland to escape.

"I'm so hungry, too..."

"But we didn't have time to get what we had to eat last night, and we were all at Morgan's place."

Sam stood up, said, and walked towards the cornfield beside him and broke off two large corn cobs and handed them to Frodo one.

Watching Sam quickly peel off the outer layer of the corn and chew on it quickly.

Frodo didn't care about the rules and immediately peeled off the corn and started eating raw corn.
To be continued...