Chapter 235 A Contract That Can Frighten People (1/2)

Chapter 235 A Contract That Can Scare People

"Don't forget, there are wizards in our team." Qili cleverly led the topic to Gandalf, "Gandalf must have killed hundreds of dragons in his life."

"No." Gandalf waved his hand awkwardly, "I wouldn't say that."

"I think so too." Aaron sneered, "Hundreds of dragons, the imagination is somewhat rich.

If Gandalf is really so powerful, why would he organize an adventure team!"

"How many are those?" Dori asked anxiously.

"What?"

"How many dragons have you killed?"

Gandalf was smoking and was choked and speechless.

"Hurry up! Give us a number."

Gandalf did not answer, and the dwarves seemed to have drawn a sad answer from his silence, and they immediately quarreled.

The scene became particularly noisy for a while, and the morale of the team was in chaos before they set off.

"Enough."

Thorin stood up with a shout, and the others instantly quieted down.

"We see the omen, but others can't?"

"Excuse me, I interrupt again.

What is the omen?"

Thorin turned his head and glared at him.

Why do children interrupt when adults are talking? Can't you see that I am rallying the troops?

"The omen says that the time has come." Oyin explained, "It is prophesied that when the birds of the past fly to Erebor again, the reign of monsters will end."

"Now rumors have begun to spread, and the evil dragon Smaug has been missing for sixty years.

Everyone looked at the lonely mountain in the east, looking, thinking, and assessing the risks. Perhaps our wealth is unattended at the moment. Should we sit back and watch them plunder it?

Or should we take this opportunity to retake Erebor."

Thorin roared the last sentence. Inspired by the leader, the morale of the dwarves was boosted.

But Aaron couldn't laugh. This adventure might be more difficult than he thought.

If Smaug took away the dwarves' homeland sixty years ago, it means that he has lived for at least sixty years, and in the past sixty years, people dare not approach him just because of his name.

This is not a simple dragon, at least it is a dragon king.

"You forgot one thing, the main gate is sealed." Balin said, "We can't enter the Lonely Mountain."

"Ballin, this is not entirely correct." Gandalf turned his fingers, and a black key appeared in his hand.

Thorin stared at the key and asked in disbelief, "How did you get it?"

"Your father gave it to me. Thorn asked me to take care of it. Now it's yours."

Thorin put away the key, as if he remembered his father, and his eyes were a little wet.

"If there is a key, there must be a door." Fili said.

Gandalf nodded and pointed to the cipher on the side of the map. "The runes say there is a secret passage leading to the lower hall.

But it's hard to find. The dwarf door is invisible when closed.

The answer is hidden somewhere on the map, but I can't crack it for now. But there are people in Middle-earth who can."

"The mission I'm planning requires confidentiality and extraordinary courage." Gandalf said, looking at Aaron and Bilbo, "If we are careful, we should be able to succeed."

"That's why we need the Snitch." Ollie suddenly realized.

After the voice fell, everyone looked at Aaron and Bilbo, and the two looked at each other in surprise.

"Mr. Baggins, you have been a thief!" Aaron teased, "Excuse me, are you...professional?"

"I am not a thief. I have never stolen anything in my life."

"You are not a thief." Aaron frowned, then widened his eyes in surprise, "Wait, you don't want me to steal things?"

"Maybe." Gandalf took a puff of cigarette, "In my plan, if Bilbo doesn't go, then you have to be a thief."

"Watfake!" Aaron rolled his eyes, "Is it appropriate for you to bully a child like this?"

"You are not an ordinary child." Gandalf tapped Aaron's sleeve with his pipe, and a black magic wand fell out, "Even in Middle-earth, humans who can use magic are extremely rare, and they can be counted on one hand."

"Are you a wizard?" Thorin asked unexpectedly.

Others also looked at him with curiosity, especially Bilbo, who realized that his guest seemed to be hiding some secrets.

"Uh... don't look at me like that." Aaron smiled and waved his hand, "Misunderstood, I'm not a wizard, I have nothing to do with wizards."

"Then how do you explain this wand?" Balin asked.

"It's inherited from my ancestors." Aaron said without hesitation.

"Haha!" Thorin sneered, "We are quite knowledgeable, but we have never heard of Gaius."

"This is normal, after all, it has been passed down for so many generations." Aaron said, looking at Gandalf with an angry face, "You also know that I can't use any magic."

"It doesn't matter, this adventure may stimulate your potential."

Aaron:......

It's not over yet!

"But I've never stolen anything.

Even if I have experience in this area, how much memory do you think my brain can store now?"

"That's why I put you in the substitute position." Gandalf took a puff of cigarette, "It mainly depends on Bilbo."

"Me?" Bilbo pointed at himself blankly, "Are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

"Of course.

Hobbits are very agile and can come and go without a trace.

And the dragon is too familiar with the smell of dwarves, but has never smelled the smell of hobbits, which will give us a big advantage." After explaining, Gandalf looked at Thorin , "You asked me to find the fourteenth partner of the expedition, and I chose Mr. Baggins.

And I took the initiative to add the fifteenth partner, Aaron Gaius.

They look plain, but the contribution they can make is beyond your imagination, you have to believe me on this."

"Okay!" Thorin nodded slightly, "As you say!

Give them the contract."

Ballin took out a folded parchment, "It's just a general contract, outlining the self-funded part, the time required, the reward, the funeral expenses, etc."

The two looked at each other and walked aside to read it.

Contract: Cash on delivery.

If there is a profit, each person can get up to one-fifteenth.

"It sounds fair." Bilbo nodded.

"Fair?" Aaron raised his eyebrows. "Thirteen dwarves, you, me, Gandalf... sixteen people, one fifteenth each.

Although I'm not very good at math, I know there's a problem, and it's a big problem.

There are countless bloody cases in history caused by uneven distribution of spoils!"

"Yes! It should be one sixteenth."

"Cash on delivery." Thorin said lightly, "I'm responsible for receiving the goods, not among the fifteen people.

In addition, that's not stolen money, it's the wealth of our dwarves, we have the right to take it back."

"That's fine." Aaron smiled and continued to read the rest of the content.

The group will not be responsible for injuries caused or caused during the expedition, including but not limited to lacerations.

"Lacerations?" Bilbo paused.

"It's normal, after all, it's stealing under the nose of the dragon.

If Smaug's claws can't be avoided... it's a laceration."

Bilbo's eyes twitched and he turned to the following content: Loss of abdominal organs.

"It's normal that some organs might be pulled out if the claws pierce deeper. If you are lucky enough to see Smaug's dragon teeth, you may not have to die so painfully. One bite will be enough.

But it doesn't matter. With the skills of the Hobbits, it's easy to avoid the claws of the dragon."

"Haha!" Bilbo's face turned pale, "You are so humorous."

"Many people have praised me like this."

"Didn't you lose your memory? Do you remember many people?"

"Amnesia can also be restored, but I recover more slowly." Aaron said confidently.

Bilbo was speechless, looking at the last part that the group was not responsible for, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"And death by burning?"

"This... At least you don't have to experience the pain of lacerations and organ loss."

"You are more humorous than I thought." Bilbo put the contract in Aaron's hand, then half-squatted down with his hands supporting his legs, as if he had run a marathon, and his breathing was particularly rapid.

"Are you okay, little brother?" Balin asked.

"It's okay." Bilbo waved his hands and exhaled several times in succession, "I just feel a little dizzy."

"Imagine it as an incinerator with wings..." Bofur stood up and described it briefly.

"I need air."

"In a flash, you will turn into ashes."

Bilbo stood up straight, and finally couldn't hold on after a few seconds.

"No."

Bang!

The Hobbit fainted from fear.

"You are really a hindrance!" Gandalf said speechlessly.

"This is a must." Aaron signed his name neatly in the Snitch column on the contract: Aaron Gaius, son of Vico Gaius.

"I am telling the truth, and the real situation will only be more cruel.

It's better to faint now than when you see the dragon!"

"I think so too." Bofur said.

"Come on! You didn't mean to scare people, but you said it more vividly than me."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Thorin asked.

"This... maybe I have a better mental quality!"

Just kidding, I have seen the whole process of dissecting a human body.

The dragon is nothing compared to More, his specimen room is really scary.

Aaron squatted down, holding Bilbo's philtrum with one hand and the other hand on his chest to feel the beating of his heart.

"Water."

Gandalf handed over a wine glass. Aaron checked it and couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly, "Too mean! You gave me a cup of hot water because you think it can't kill him?"

"Sorry, I thought you were going to feed him water." Gandalf said embarrassedly, and then took a glass of cold water.

Puff!

Aaron splashed it directly on Bilbo's face, and the hobbit's eyes opened immediately, but it seemed that he had not recovered from the shock.

"You also know this?" Gandalf asked curiously.

"I know a little bit, my ancestor was a doctor."

"Didn't you say your ancestor was a blacksmith?" Fili asked.

"No, Fili, he just said that his ancestor was a magician."

"My great-grandfather was a blacksmith, my great-great-grandfather was a doctor, and my great-great-grandfather's uncle was a magician. Is that not okay?"

The two dwarf brothers looked at each other, always feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't say it.

"Gandalf, lend a hand and help Bilbo to the fireplace."

"Okay!"

......

More than half an hour later, the dwarves rested in a room.

Bilbo, holding a cup of water, sat by the fireplace, "I'm fine, let me sit for a while."

"You've been sitting still for too long." Gandalf said angrily, "Since when did your mother's tablecloth and china become so important to you.

I remember the child who was looking for elves in the woods, always staying out late, and going home after dark, dragging branches, mud and fireflies on his body.

The little hobbit only wanted to know what was outside the borders of the Shire. This world is not in your books and maps, it is outside."

"I can't just wander around outside, I am Baggins of Bag End."

"It's really comfortable and righteous, but this scene seems familiar!" Aaron smiled thoughtfully, Gandalf's persuasion of Bilbo is equivalent to Vico's persuasion of Aaron, nothing wrong.

"Bilbo, you have Took blood." Gandalf pointed to a portrait on the wall. "Did you know that your great-great-great uncle Took the Bull was so big that he could ride a real horse?"

"Yes."

"Yes, he could.

In the Battle of Greenfields, he attacked the goblin army and swung his club at the goblin king's head, sending his head flying into a rabbit hole at least a hundred yards away.

He won the war and invented the game of golf."

"Is that how golf was invented?" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly. "But hitting the goblin king's head is too far-fetched!

Even if you remove the word king, this sentence has a certain degree of truth."

Bilbo's face unconsciously raised a smile. Although he knew that this was made up by Gandalf, everyone would like to listen to such words praising ancestors.

"All good stories deserve icing on the cake." Gandalf glanced at Aaron, "When you come back, there will be several stories to tell."

"That's one of my goals!" Aaron sighed, "But I don't want stories, I want legends."

"This goal seems a bit big and difficult to achieve." Gandalf smiled, "But I have to say that this adventure is just your chance."

"Can you promise that I will come back?"

"He can't do it." Aaron interrupted, "If I could, the contract wouldn't be so exaggerated.

We are exchanging our lives for rewards and a meaningful adventure."

"But you signed it."

"Yes, you signed it." Bilbo was stunned for a moment before looking at Aaron in astonishment, "You signed it, the contract?

When? Why didn't you tell me?"

"When you were unconscious.

As for why I didn't tell you... .I think I can still decide some things myself. "

"But, but you are just a child." Bilbo said anxiously, "You don't need to take such a risk to find Thorin to modify the contract."

"No." Aaron said decisively, "The Gaius family attaches the most importance to the spirit of contract. Even if it is just an ordinary contract, I have to abide by it since I signed it."

"You, really..." Bilbo stood up from the sofa, "This is too careless.

You also saw the contract, lacerations, loss of abdominal organs, death by burning... My God, do you know how high the mortality rate is? "

"I know, I signed the contract after careful consideration."

"I heard it, this is Gaius's courage." Gandalf said, "Then what about you, are you willing to join the expedition? "

"Sorry, Gandalf, I can't sign.

You found the wrong hobbit. "

After speaking, Bilbo walked out of the room.

"It seems that you failed to convince him?" Aaron teased, "Do you feel disappointed?"

"Bilbo will join." Gandalf said confidently, "He has the blood of Took and is the son of Belladonna. The adventurous gene in his bones will prompt him to make a choice."

"I think so too." Aaron shrugged, "But it has nothing to do with his family background, but simply feels this way."