Facing the stuttering Segimli, Sheyan smiled faintly and pressed him onto the stool beside him.
Segimli didn't know where to place his hands and feet. His nostrils flared like a bull in heat as he panted heavily. Once he opened his mouth, he stuttered again.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me …"
Sheyan waved his hand, gesturing for the miserable looking bartender to pour him a glass of wine. Sheyan casually received the glass and placed it in front of the flushed Segimli. He then smiled and said.
"Don't worry my friend, we still have plenty of time. Come, finish this glass of wine first. "
Segimli gasped for breath and opened his mouth. Then, he drained his glass of wine in one gulp. However, his complexion instantly changed. His nose, mouth and eyes were wrinkled together. His braided beard trembled incessantly. After a full 7-8 seconds, he stammered with a face full of tears.
"By the God of Rocks, Neva!! I sincerely beg you, even if it means reducing my lifespan by a hundred years, please don't let my body be tainted by this devilish liquid. This plaything is simply tarnishing the word 'wine'! "
"But it cured your stuttering." Sheyan smiled and continued. "Oh, I know what you want to ask in your heart. Thus, my official answer is that there is no problem. I didn't lie to you."
"You really have a way to find enough mithril and adamantium??" Segimli asked as he sucked in a breath of cold air.
Sheyan nodded and replied.
"Yes, dear Segimli. If I didn't remember wrongly, you should have asked me this question six times already. Furthermore, I have already answered you six times. I don't wish to hear the same question for the seventh time."
"Then what do you want?" Segimli urgently asked.
"Any powerful spatial magic related equipment!" Sheyan's tone was extremely arrogant. "I want as many as you can."
"What about mithril and adamantium?" Segimli abruptly rubbed his hands in embarrassment and asked. "Although we are friends, but, erm, the other elders don't recognize you. So, so, then..."
"I know you must have your doubts and worries. After all, I don't have much fame in the continent. Thus, I have already prepared the necessary items as a token." Sheyan calmly spoke before he stood up and led Segimli to a room at the back. Sheyan then opened up an ordinary looking chest.
Segimli's eyes glowed with a gentle and warm radiance as he stuttered once more. "That's right, Segimli..."
"Oh God of the Earth! This should be the Twilight Elf's crown. It must have taken a lot of effort to create it, and there are even three permanent divine spells inlaid on it. Tsk tsk, look at the magic jadeite inlaid in the middle. It really is a work of art. "
"How much do you think this thing is worth?" Sheyan calmly asked.
Segimli straightforwardly.
"It can be exchanged for a town in Gondor, a bustling town with a population of at least ten thousand."
Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"Godd, if I hand this thing over to you as collateral, won't I be able to gain the trust of your tribe? If you discover that I'm a swindler after collecting enough spatial magic equipment, then you can obtain this precious crown as compensation."
"Then it's settled, my friend." Segimli straightforwardly replied. "We dwarves possess a magic array that allows rapid communication and transfer of items. This is a gift from the Rock God Niwa. You will receive the item you desire in three days. Wait! Don't tell me you stole this twilight elf's crown? "
Sheyan shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Do you think with my formidable abilities, I can obtain this toy without the approval of the twilight elf?"
The young dwarf displayed an unusual shrewdness and stubbornness on this point.
Fortunately, Sheyan was already prepared. After clapping his hands, Elder Annenia Cyathea and several other elves walked in. They bowed deeply to Sheyan and then spoke to the young dwarf.
"The twilight elf's crown in the hands of the Protector has a clean origin. It was personally handed to him by the master, there is absolutely no problem."
Sheyan glanced at Segimli and added.
"If I were you, I would definitely prepare to collect those spatial magic equipment. Otherwise, my friend, you will face the awkward situation of not having enough items to exchange. I will return within a week with unimaginable amounts of mithril and adamantine. "
"Alright, alright, I'll contact my family now." Segimli helplessly shrugged his shoulders. But when he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and worriedly asked. "Do you really have a way to gather enough mithril and adamantine??"
Sheyan replied. "... This is the seventh time you've asked this question! So I was just spouting nonsense just now? You damned brat!! "
*****
Half an hour later.
Sheyan and Reef led a group of elves and stood in front of the enormous oak tree, Sacred Sindalor.
Not only was there a hidden expert like Annenia Cyathea among this group of elves, there was also Elder Desirese Roots who was an expert in spatial magic.
Sheyan placed his palm on the bark of the Sacred Sindalor and communicated with Melody.
"Currently, Lord Elrond and Glorfindel are in a terrible fix. From what I know, the Elf King of Gloomy Jungle Thranduil and the Elf Leader of Lothlorien Forest Galadriel have already set off. They claim to be here to treat Lord Elrond's injuries. The other major factions of the continent have also dispatched their subordinates to Rivendell in the name of treating Lord Elrond's injuries. Therefore, before this storm blows over, you are absolutely safe!"
"Mm." Melody's voice was as gentle as ever. "I believe in you, my Protector. I'm always looking forward to seeing you, to leaning on your shoulder. "
"I am also looking forward to it." Sheyan earnestly replied. "However, this opportunity is fleeting. Therefore, I will have to trouble you to remain in Rivendell and attract the attention of others. During this period of time, I will do some things that I must do. After that, we can be together once more. "
Sheyan then turned around and spoke to the group of elves.
"Our destination is the place where Her Highness Melody Sunstrider was imprisoned. That place was once a training ground for the uruk-hais. There is a simple yet formidable wizard tower there. Does anyone know of that place?"
The answer Sheyan received was undoubtedly astonishing. At least half of the elves had been there and personally destroyed that hellish place. Amongst them, Annenia Cyathea and Elder Desirese Roots were included.
According to the elves, it would require roughly a day and a half to reach there. Sheyan couldn't help but be astonished. The previous time he entered this world, his memory of being escorted by orcs and uruk-hais was still fresh in his mind. They had travelled for at least two and a half days under the escort of orcs and uruk-hais before finally arriving at the location of Saruman's Wizard Tower! Yet that time was reduced to a day and a half! This could not help but make people feel amazed.
Yet at this moment, Melody gave Sheyan another pleasant surprise.
"Perhaps the time can be reduced even further."
She severed her spiritual connection with Sheyan. Then, she distinctly sensed that the sacred oak tree, Sindalor, was rapidly condensing magical powers. This ancient and formidable oak tree was starting to bear the weight of Melody's powers. Then, through its unending roots, it affected the surrounding soil.
In the next second, a 10 metre tall Madia Yew started shaking its body, as it pulled itself out from the soft soil. One could observe its bark starting to wrinkle, as its branches and leaves rapidly swayed and grew. Then, a glaring white radiance flickered incessantly on the surface of its body, as it rapidly transformed its body. There was also a mysterious power gathering in the soil, which finally attached itself to the trunk of the Madia Yew as if it was attached to it.
After a mere 10 seconds, a sturdy and tame giant treant lowered its arms, as it stood respectfully before Sheyan and the rest.
"This is the Treant Shepherd, Ferrell. You can ride on his body to hasten your journey. With his assistance, the journey will only take you two days. More importantly, although that sinister laboratory has been destroyed, there are still many vile orcs and uruk-hais residing within the Misty Mountains. Mister Ferrell's powers will allow you to deal with those vile creatures with ease. "
Melody's voice carried a trace of exhaustion, but also a trace of gratification. She was obviously proud that she could be of help. The rest of the elves shouted in unison.
"May the Eternal Sun guide us!"
Then, everyone straddled onto the shoulders of the giant treant, Ferrell, and tied their bodies with hanging vines. Ferrell then strode forward with astonishing speed towards the ruins of Saruman's Wizard Tower.
*****
I'm really depressed. I went back on my word.
There should be another chapter today, but the wind and rain here in CD City is crazy. At 1 pm, there was a power outage. You can verify this with your friends in CD City.
This chapter was uploaded using the laptop's battery code. Right now, the book only has 5% battery left. I can't write anymore.
Therefore, this chapter will have to be postponed to the day. But I promise to make it up by today. I'm really ashamed. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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