Morgan was walking with Eowen, riding a dark radish, and chatting.

"Morgan, I heard from my uncle that you are the Dragon Slayer Warrior?"

Iowin suddenly turned his head and looked at Morgan and asked.

"Why, don't it look like it?"

Morgan looked at the Eowen who seemed to me and said casually.

"Of course...not..."

"But, the most widely circulated one I have ever looked up is that the evil dragon named Smaug in the north was killed by two dragon-slaying warriors in Changhu Town."

"One of them is Morgan..."

Eowen continued.

Morgan nodded: "That's right."

Iowin tentatively said: "Does that "Morgan" and you have the same name?"

Morgan smiled: "Not only the same name, but also the same people."

Morgan smiled, but Eowen couldn't.

She looked at Morgan for a moment, and after carefully observing Morgan repeatedly, she said in disbelief: "Did the evil dragon die sixty years ago, then you are at least sixty years old?"

"No, seventy...eighty?"

Morgan nodded with a chuckle: "I am eighty-nine years old this year."

The words fell.

Iowin's face darkened: "Are you a Dunedan?"

"The descendants of the Numenor people have a much longer life span than ordinary people, I have heard of it."

Morgan shook his head: "No, I actually don't know what I am now."

At this time.

“Huhu…”

A gust of cold wind blew.
Chapter completed!