Although the night view of the Shire was beautiful, there were not many people who appreciated it. In fact, the rich nightlife was often found in hotels and bars.
Therefore, although the bed in the Black Lamb was very comfortable and the blanket was very soft, Sheyan kept tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep. The sound of the Hobbit's three-stringed harp and laughter could be heard from the cracks in the wooden boards downstairs. With great difficulty, Sheyan finally managed to endure until the shrill sounds of the three-stringed harp faded away. Instead, a series of rhythmic drumming echoed out incessantly. It was as if a carpenter was constantly knocking on a table.
Suddenly, Sheyan saw his old-fashioned door latch squirming on its own …. It was squirming as if it was trembling. Next, a few thin branches grew out of the glossy and even blackened door latch. The branches slowly and respectfully moved away from their original positions, like a bodyguard opening the door for a queen.
Following that, the door opened slightly, and Melody pounced in with a fresh and passionate breath. That breath instantly drowned Sheyan. Her limpid eyes were currently hazy, brimming with a dreamy and charming aura. Sheyan embraced the soft yet plump body in his embrace, and deeply kissed it. His hands started tracing along the curves of her body without reservation.
Suddenly, Sheyan stealthily whispered into Melody's sparkling white ears. Melody raised her large watery eyes in astonishment and exclaimed.
"Is this really okay?"
Sheyan said seriously.
"Yes, I'm not lying to you."
"But why does your smile make me feel so strange?" Melody blinked and asked in an innocent and perplexed tone.
"You have to believe me," said Sheyan seriously. "I'm your guardian."
Although he said it very seriously, there was an indescribable wretchedness to his words when coupled with the current situation.
"Come on, come on, hurry up."
Melody finally gave in to his urging. Her white jade-like cheeks blushed slightly. She could only helplessly tie up her hair and slowly lower her head ….
Roughly two hours later, Sheyan laid contentedly on the bed. Melody's eyes were brimming with tears as she punched him with her fists.
"You lied again! I'm in so much pain now. "
Sheyan yawned lazily, his skin was rough and his flesh was thick. Elves, even twilight elves, were not known for their strength. As long as Melody didn't use any tools, a night of beating would be like a back massage. He suddenly frowned.
"Why aren't these people sleeping yet? After playing the guqin, they knock on the table. After knocking on the table, they play the guqin again. Aren't they tired?"
Melody rolled her eyes at him.
"What table knocking? That's a tap dance passed down from the famous Andoine people. The one performing today is the famous Aunt Marilyn. Of course, she's popular."
When Sheyan heard 'tap dance', he immediately thought of black, long legs, sexy and red lips. But when Melody mentioned 'Auntie Marilyn', he immediately lost his appetite. He sighed and said, "Don't worry, Auntie Marilyn.
"Well, let's go to bed early, huh? Why didn't you close the door before you came in? "
Melody turned her head in surprise.
"That can't be. I clearly let the door close automatically after I cast a nature spell.... Ah! You lied to me again! Don't push me under the bed.... You big bad guy! "
*****
The next day, Sheyan slept all the way until noon. In fact, if not for the smell of Sucher's wife's bacon wafting into his room, it was hard to say how long he would have stayed there.
But when he got out of bed and put on his clothes, Melody was suddenly startled. She ran her hand over a wooden cabinet beside her. Under the soft green light, the thick and heavy wooden cabinet seemed to tremble and creak. A drawer at the bottom of the cabinet suddenly popped out. There was a brown mark on the wooden board inside the drawer. It looked like dried blood stains or something similar.
The green light hovered above the brown mark. Suddenly, a three-legged monster that looked like a black toad jumped out from among the wood shavings. After it appeared, it flapped a few times and sprouted a pair of strange wings, trying to escape.
Melody was still very lazy, but with a tap of her finger, a ball of nature energy enveloped the monster and burned it to ashes. She gently sniffed the air and said with a frown, "That's right.
"This wooden cabinet should have been contaminated with the aura of the undead. The shard you have is really full of darkness. The aura it leaks out will infect anything around it and turn them into dark creatures."
Sheyan's heart trembled, but he maintained a smile on his face.
"It's fine. We should be able to get rid of the interference of this thing soon."
Following that, from Reef and Franklin's incessant yawning, one could tell that they were tormented by the 'tap dance'. Goots had already rushed over and was waiting for them. He heard that the magic material shops in the Stag Land were known to open late and close early, so the group only ordered four extra large portions of bacon and cream rye bread before they set off.
After tasting the famous cat fish soup from the Shire at a roadside stall, they finally filled their stomachs. When they arrived at the Stag Land, they found that many magic material shops were still open. They were taking advantage of the good weather to dry herbs or recharge magic materials.
As the leader of a caravan, Goots had to deal with the shop owners in the dangerous Middle-earth. He easily found his way to an old magic material shop. The shop was called 'Moldy Bread', probably because of the Hobbit's peculiar aesthetic sense.
The owner of this magic material shop was called Old Steg. He was an old Hobbit with a perpetual smile on his face. When he saw Goots and his group of customers, he invited them to sit under the sun outside as if they were his friends or family. His shop assistants then served them cherry pies and hot tea brewed from grapefruit leaves. The shop created a very warm atmosphere.
Old Steg was really good at doing business. A small gesture was enough to bring Sheyan and his group closer to each other.
Goots pointed at Sheyan and said.
"When my friend escorted me back, he fought against a very powerful dark creature. Although he was lucky enough to defeat the dark creature and successfully escape, he was severely injured by the dark creature. He still hasn't recovered yet."
Old Steg coughed twice and said with a smile.
"Can I have a look?"
Sheyan replied calmly.
"Of course."
Old Slinger strolled over and glanced at Sheyan's face. Then, he returned to his house and rummaged for a long time. Finally, he retrieved a simple and unadorned old bowl and filled it to the brim with water. Sheyan could see a rather precious gem fragment embedded at the bottom of the bowl.
As the clear water swayed in the bowl, Sheyan focused his gaze on it. The intertwining radiance of the gemstone fragments and sunlight caused him to feel a sense of dizziness. Then, old Slinger told him to breathe into the water. Instantly, he discovered the clear water was gradually dyed black, as though the air Sheyan exhaled contained an incomparably strong pollution. Sheyan was a little surprised.
Old Slinger gazed deeply at Qing Shui, before he sighed and said with a stern countenance.
"I haven't seen anyone as strong as you in many years. You can actually resist the dark breath of a Nazgûl head-on and still have such a strong vitality."
Sheyan's opinion of the old steg increased. The fact that he could say the words' dark breath 'meant that he wasn't bluffing! Sheyan smiled and said modestly.
"That's because I met an injured Nazgûl."
"Injured?" Old Steg was puzzled. "Who in this world can injure such a powerful Emissary of Darkness?"
Sheyan sighed and said.
"It seems you still don't know that the Elven champions were ambushed by the Ringwraiths. In that battle, King Elrond of Rivendell fell. The Ringwraiths were also heavily injured by the dying Elven heroes."
"What!!!!" Old Steg was holding a cup of grapefruit tea. When he heard the news, his hands trembled violently. The hot tea splashed all over his body. "How could such a thing happen?"
Sheyan sighed and said, "That's right.
"The great and sacred Elves are definitely not without desires. The Ringwraiths took advantage of the rift between the Elves and the Elves to strike."
Old Steg was stunned. After a long while, he said.
"If that's the case, I must inform the Shire's administrator of this news. Mighty Númenórean warrior, the Breath of Darkness you suffered wasn't too severe to begin with. Furthermore, you have the power of nature protecting you. You only need to consume the 'Boiling Heart' potion to fully recover."
Sheyan smiled and said.
"That's my purpose for coming here. Only the King's Thistle can completely cleanse the dark breath in my body."
"Hants! Prepare to concoct the potion at once. I'll be back soon after making a trip to the city hall. You'd better finish your preparations before I return. I'm not in a good mood today, so please don't give me an excuse to punish you. "
Old Stirling said as he hurriedly walked out of the room. (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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