He put the wine glass on the table, got up and went to the counter to ask the boss.

But thinking about the Hobbit Pipin in the memory plot, which caused trouble in the end, the Ring Spirits chased him.

So he looked at the four hobbits and warned: "Don't run around."

"Don't go to other tables, let alone drink with strangers from other people."

Morgan finished speaking with his eyes on Pipin.

Get up and walk towards the counter.

Looking at Morgan's somewhat targeted gaze.

It's like talking about yourself.

This made Pipin feel a little uncomfortable: he is not a person who likes to cause trouble.

Morgan walked away.

The four hobbits immediately felt much more relaxed.

It's safe to be with the legendary Dragon Slaying Warrior.

But it's also stressful.

"Gulugulu..."

"Wow, it's really good!"

Meili drank the beer in one gulp, wiped the wine stains on his mouth and sighed.

At this time, the servant on the side was walking back with a large glass of beer.

Meili's eyes lit up and she immediately got up and stopped the attendant and brought it over.

At this time, Pi Pin, who was a little depressed, just finished drinking the beer in the glass.

He looked at the larger glass of hop foam in the plums beside him and asked immediately, "So big?"

"Where did you come from?"

"there!"

Meili pointed at the direction of the bar where the servant walked towards, which was specially served wine.

"I want a drink, too."

Pipin said with his eyes shining and immediately got up and was about to run to the crowded bar of the drinkers.

Sam immediately spoke out: "Hey, Mr. Morgan said we can't run around!"

But Pipin, who was so greedy by Merri Beer, could not hear it?

Soon, I rushed to the crowded bar.

In front of the gate counter.

Morgan knocked on the table and was busy. The boss immediately turned around and smiled and asked, "Do you have any need?"

"Give me a beer first, the one you just served, you need the largest cup."

"Okay, please wait."

"Bang..."

It is comparable to a thorn pot, and a huge iron cup of cold beer filled with foam is placed in front of the counter.

Morgan picked it up and took a big sip, then asked, "Do you know there is a ranger called "Big Striker" nearby?"

"Big Striker Ranger?"

The hotel owner was slightly stunned, then nodded quickly: "Yes, he has been drinking with us almost every day these days."

"Then did he come today?"

"today..."

The boss first looked up at a few tables, and the big strider sat there every time he came.

"I'm not here today, maybe it's not time yet."

"Every time he comes, it's night."

"If you want to find him, you might as well wait till evening..."

Looking at the man drinking in front of him, the boss looked up at the figures of the hobbits in the distance and immediately said, "By the way, we have a room specially prepared for those little hobbits. You are waiting for that big strider, so you might as well stay here for one night."

"As long as that person comes, I will notify you as soon as possible."

Morgan nodded: "Okay, let's have four hobbits in one room..."

The words have not ended.

A huge noise burst out suddenly.

Morgan immediately turned around and saw a group of people pointing and talking nonsense at the bar where the crowds gathered.

Morgan looked at the dining table where the four hobbits were.

Only the solid Sam and Merry were seen.

Frodo and Pipin are gone!

"Damn it!"

Looking at the bar again, Morgan's heart immediately sank.

"Frodo!"

"Where are you, Frodo?"

In the crowd, Pipin shouted constantly.

Morgan put down the iron wine glass with a slam, looked at the boss and said, "The room is not necessary."

After saying that, Morgan immediately walked to the bar.

Morgan, wearing a black robe, tall figure, long sword hanging on his waist, and a cold temperament, knew it was a very difficult type to mess with.

He walked towards the crowded bar with a serious expression.

The crowd of drinkers who were standing in front of watching the fun immediately made way for themselves.

Come to the bar that is surrounded.

Morgan reached out and tried hard, and the crowded crowd was immediately separated by him.

I saw that there was no one in front of me.

Standing beside the Hobbit Pipin looked anxious.

Morgan immediately reached out and grabbed the open space, and immediately grabbed the entity in his hand.

Morgan, who grabbed Frodo with one hand, was about to leave.

At this time, among the crowd who had just been angered by his rough movements, a tall man with a cross sword hanging on his waist and a fat face stood in front of him.

The man blocked the way put one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, looking at Morgan with alcohol as soon as he spoke.

Morgan's empty right hand suddenly slapped the tall man in front of him.

"Bang!"

A loud slap suddenly sounded.

The tall and strong middle-aged man was immediately slapped and slapped him out on the spot and hit a wine table not far away.

"Bang bang bang..."

In an instant, all kinds of ping-pong collisions immediately rang throughout the hotel hall.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were all focused on Morgan.

The four men who were smashed over the wine table suddenly stood up, looked at the man who fell to the ground half dead, and looked at Morgan who slapped the audience with a slap.

Despite his angry expression, he did not dare to trouble Morgan, who was in trouble at all.

"Mr. Morgan..."

At this time, Sam and May ran over nervously.

Morgan looked up at the food that was already full on his table and immediately ordered the two of them: "Go and pack all the food on the table, and we will leave here immediately."

Just then.

Frodo's figure appeared instantly on Morgan's left hand, causing the crowd around him to burst into surprise.

Morgan didn't care about the opinions of these ordinary people. Seeing Frodo's sweaty and white-faced face, he immediately let go of Frodo.

Then he quickly walked to the counter boss with a more nervous expression, and reached out to take out two gold coins.

"Is it enough?"

Morgan asked coldly.
To be continued...