Chapter 160

After putting away the magic flying carpet, Wayne looked around at the surprised crowd. Seeing them looking at him with surprised eyes, Wayne didn't care too much.

If it were in the witcher world, he would most likely put away the flying carpet outside the city and walk into the city, not attracting attention.

But after coming to Middle-earth, Wayne didn't intend to be so low-key. If you want to make a name for yourself in this world with clear good and evil, you have to do some high-profile things, let people remember your reputation, remember your story, and remember your powerful strength.

Summarized in one simple sentence.

This world needs heroes.

Although he didn't have the idea of executing missions and fighting against dark forces for the time being, and was in the stage of "hiding his light and nourishing his obscurity" and honing his skills, fame and prestige need to be accumulated slowly.

After looking around, Wayne soon noticed the blacksmith shop and also saw the handsome and extraordinary dwarf man.

Although his memory was a bit blurred, after seeing the dwarf's appearance and temperament, Wayne soon determined that this was the quite famous dwarf handsome guy in the movie, the dwarf prince, Thorin Oakenshield.

Seeing that the other party was also staring at him and looking carefully, Wayne showed a polite smile on his face, nodded to Thorin, ignored the eyes of others, walked in front of him, and said directly: "This dwarf gentleman, my name is Wayne. I came to Bree-town hoping to find a group of dwarf construction workers to build a manor for me."

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I heard that dwarf craftsmen have superb skills. You look like a person with considerable status among the dwarves. Can you introduce some dwarf craftsmen to me?"

Thorin maintained a silent and majestic expression, looking at the strange man in front of him with sharp eyes, and suddenly noticed that his ears were actually pointed ears like an elf, and his heart couldn't help but shake.

Although the man in front of him was strong and didn't look like those weak, tall elves living in the forest, he still couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with your ears? Are you an elf?"

Wayne heard this, just shook his head lightly and said:

"No, I am not an elf, I just contain some special bloodline in my body, so I grew pointed ears."

"But this has nothing to do with my request. You can treat me as an ordinary guest. My manor will definitely do business with the blacksmith shop in the future."

"Of course, if you are unwilling to tell me this answer, I will ask others."

Thorin shook his head. As the leader of the dwarves in Bree-town, he would naturally not refuse the business delivered to his door.

Although he was quite curious about the bloodline mentioned by Wayne and his various wonderful means including flying, out of responsibility to his clan, he still put down the hammer in his hand, handed it to the dwarf apprentice on the side, and said to Wayne:

"I know all the dwarves in this small town. They are all excellent craftsmen. If you want to find a group of architects to help you build a manor, no one will be more suitable than them."

"Let's go, I'll take you to find Balin. He is a master architect among the dwarves and has a group of workers working with him."

"Talk to him about the specific transaction yourself!"

After saying these words, Thorin bowed politely to Wayne and said:

"I am Thorin Oakenshield of the Durin family, the leader of the dwarves in this vicinity."

"Very happy to meet you, Mr. Wayne."

Wayne heard this, pretended to be very surprised, and then returned the salute very politely, saying:

"I am also happy to meet you, Prince Thorin."

"I have heard of your heroic performance when fighting against orcs. Under your leadership, the dwarves in the south have lived a stable life."

"You once cut off the arm of the orc chieftain Azog and passed it down to the world under the name of Oakenshield."

Hearing Wayne mention Azog and the orcs, a trace of hatred flashed in Thorin's eyes. His grandfather, his father, and a large number of his clan all died at the hands of orcs. It can be said that every dwarf is a mortal enemy of orcs, and they will fight to the death when they meet.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, nodded to Wayne, and then took the lead in front of the two, preparing to take this mysterious stranger to see Balin.

Wayne didn't hesitate either, following behind Thorin while appreciating the scenery of Bree-town.

To be honest, the scenery of Bree-town is quite unique. Buildings of three different styles—dwarf, human, and Hobbit—are mixed together. It is hard to see such a harmonious scene in the witcher world. On a street, people of different races walk together harmoniously, greeting each other kindly, with smiles on their faces, and helping each other when encountering difficulties. Even seeing a human with pointed ears like Wayne here, no one feels surprised. In this world, as long as you are not a dark race like an orc, generally no one will have malicious thoughts towards you.

Thorin was very silent along the way. When the dwarves on the road saw him, they would respectfully salute him. Wayne followed behind him and would also attract the attention of the dwarves.

However, as a witcher, he had long been accustomed to various gazes, and he still appreciated the scenery of Bree-town calmly.

Suddenly, Wayne's footsteps stopped. He discovered a quite familiar thing in a square similar to the town center, which was a notice board standing in a place with dense traffic.

The notice board was not far from him. With Wayne's eyesight, he saw the huge bounty notice posted on the notice board at a glance.

"Please wait a moment, Prince Thorin."

"I want to go to the notice board to take a look. Can you delay for a little while?"

Thorin heard this and also turned his head to look at Wayne and the notice board, knowing what he wanted to see at a glance.

"Do you want to go see the bounty for the black bear Beorn?"

This dwarf prince's temper was still okay. Neither angry nor impatient, he walked towards the notice board with Wayne, explaining as he walked:

"That is a huge black bear that only started running rampant in the nearby forest last year."

"It is two meters tall when lying on the ground, four meters tall when standing up, can break a small tree with one paw, bite off a person's thigh with one bite, and its roar can scare a person's heart out. Its running speed is faster than a wild boar."

"No one knows its origin, and no one knows where its nest is?"

"Since the discovery of this black bear, the hunters, travelers, and woodcutters who died at its hands add up to almost eight people."

"Later, I heard that some human young men wanted to challenge it, but in the end, it seemed that two died, two were disabled, and three escaped with their disabled companions."

"The officials in the small town issued a bounty, 300 gold coins, a generous reward. It is said that a part of it was raised by the families of those who died."

Listening to Thorin's introduction, the two also walked to the notice board, looking at the lifelike giant bear drawn on the notice board, as well as some prompt information and bounty amount marked below it, and the location where the giant bear appeared.

Wayne suddenly asked Thorin with interest: "Prince Thorin, do you know who drew the black bear on this bounty?"

"His painting skills are very good. I'm afraid that just seeing the terrifying black bear in this portrait can scare away some 'greenhorns'!"

Hearing Wayne's slightly teasing tone, Thorin frowned and said: "Don't call me Prince Thorin, you are not my subject, just call me Thorin."

"I remember, this painting should have been drawn by a female painter in the town. I didn't pay attention to the name. It seems that one of the dead was her brother, and a part of the bounty was also paid by her."

After saying this, Thorin looked at Wayne with inexplicable eyes and said seriously:

"Do you want to accept this commission?"

"This black bear has thick skin and flesh. Those human young men who escaped said that ordinary bows and arrows can only barely shoot through its fur and cannot cause substantial damage to it at all."

"Although you look strong and have some magical means, if you want to challenge the black bear Beorn, it is better to consider it carefully."

Hearing Thorin's advice, Wayne nodded to him kindly to thank him, and then said: "Thank you for your reminder, Thorin."

"Actually, in my hometown, what I am best at is hunting those monsters that harm one side."

"I will accept this bounty, but before that, let's go see the Mr. Balin you mentioned."

Thorin heard this and didn't say much, but after taking a deep look at Wayne, he continued to lead the way.

(End of chapter)