People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

“A worthwhile trip.”

Tang Sen looked at the happy and grateful soldiers and sighed: "However, the journey will always have an end. I think my journey is over."

Gandalf nodded, he had already had a premonition.

In his opinion, travelers who come to this world under the watchful eye of Ilúvatar must have their own mission, and when the mission is completed, it is naturally time to leave.

Just like himself, after the Lord of the Rings was destroyed and Sauron was completely eliminated, his mission as a wizard in Middle-earth was completed. He could return to Valinor and return to the essence of Maia.

Only Shalin didn't realize the implication in Tang Sen's words. She felt the roar of mountains and tsunamis in all directions and said excitedly: "Tang Sen, have you seen it? Everyone is calling your name!"

"What they call is Traveler." Tang Sen smiled: "That's my title, not my name."

"That's right." Shalin scratched his fiery red hair and didn't care about the problem: "Anyway, I'm talking about you."

She chuckled and said: "I didn't expect that a simple hire would actually make me stand on the land of Mordor, on top of Mount Doom. It all feels like a dream."

"But it's all for the best."

While enjoying the fruits of victory, Salin issued an invitation without hesitation: "Tang Sen, now that the journey is over, where do you plan to go next?"

"Why don't you come with me to the Lonely Mountain? The hall of Erebor is the best place in Middle-earth. We can hold the grandest banquet there. All the Durin dwarves, including the people of the Blue Mountains and the people of the Iron Hills, Everyone in the tribe will go there.”

"We have enough wealth to buy the best wines and the most delicious ingredients in the world."

She laughed and said: "Of course, don't worry I will cook it myself. Sharda should be happy to cook it. Tang Sen, don't you like the barbecue he makes?"

Tang Sen looked at this first follower and said with a smile: "Gushan is very good, but it's a pity that it is not my destination."

Shalin was a little disappointed, but he didn't mind. He smiled and said, "Indeed, you are not a dwarf."

"However, I will rebuild River Valley City. It will become a prosperous city like the White City, where you can enjoy the respect of humans and dwarves."

"Salin, my journey is over." Tang Sen couldn't bear to interrupt the other party, but he still said: "This means that the employment between us is also over."

"Didn't our employment end when we arrived at the Iron Hills?" Shalin thought of something and suddenly smiled: "The Mithril coins you promised have not been paid to us yet, but it doesn't matter, you have already given us too much. "

She said seriously: "The employment will end, but the dwarf's oath will not end."

She looked at the giant dragon in the sky and said, "Although you may not need the protection of a dwarf now."

"Shalin Mithril Hammer." Gandalf said solemnly from the side: "What the traveler means is that he has to leave."

"Walk?"

Shalin was stunned for a moment: "Where to go? Gondor? Rohan?"

"These places are a bit far from the Lonely Mountain, but I don't have to stay in Erebor forever. The war is over anyway."

"Farther away, Sarin." Tang Sen said.

Sarin fell silent.

She looked at Tang Sen's expression and then at Gandalf.

Finally realized something.

"So that's it." She lowered her head and muttered to herself, "I'm too slow."

"The trip is over, so the travelers have to go."

Those roaring cheers became irrelevant. Shalin raised his head again and asked Gandalf seriously: "Can the dwarves go to Valinor?"

"Although there has never been such a precedent, but"

She paused, "I still have an unfinished vow."

She remembered that travelers seemed to come from outside Middle-earth like wizards, so they must be Valinor, right?

Gandalf sighed and said, "The gates of Valinor will certainly be opened to you if you wish."

"But the traveler wasn't there."

Shalin became irritable, almost angry. She glared at Gandalf and said, "Where is that?"

"Sarin."

Tang Sen interrupted the conversation between the two. He looked at the female dwarf and said seriously: "You still have your responsibilities in Middle-earth. Do you still remember your dream?"

"Now you are the lord under the mountain. You carry the glory of the Durin dwarves. You need to lead your people to rebuild Erebor and rebuild the river valley city. You still have a long life to go."

"Me too, Sarin."

Tang Sen smiled and said, "It's time to say goodbye."

The rugged female dwarf's usually optimistic face finally showed a look of sadness.

She clenched her fists, was silent for a long time, and then said stubbornly: "But, I once swore to Durin that my hammer will always be at your disposal."

"Your name has fulfilled your oath to me." Tang Sen called her name: "Salin Mithril Hammer."

"Keep the gift I gave you, Shalin. That mithril hammer is very meaningful to you and to me, isn't it?"

Shalin rubbed the giant hammer in his hand and finally smiled: "I never told you, Tang Sen, that this hammer is actually quite ugly."

"But now I think it's the best hammer in the world."

She looked at Tang Sen, and the dwarf's tenacity made her become free and easy again: "Tang Sen, can you give me another gift?"

"What?"

"That helmet." Shalin said.

Tang Sen was stunned for a moment, and then realized which helmet Shalin was talking about.

When he first came to this world, he made a temporary armor for Sarin in order to resist the Orcs.

It was also because of his greed for it that Shalin made the oath.

"It's not a helmet at all."

Tang Sen communicated with the mithril ring with his mind, and an ugly "jar" appeared in his hand.

"No, it is."

Shalin carefully took the "jar" and put it on his head.

A red beard sprouted from the bottom of the "jar", like an upside-down potted plant, which looked particularly funny.

"Tang Sen, goodbye."

Her voice was muffled through Mithril.

"Even after all this time, your name is still difficult to pronounce."

Tang Sen was stunned.

He suddenly realized that after being in this world for so long, whether it was wizards, other dwarves, or even everyone he met after that, he would always be called Traveler.

There was only one person who always called him by his own name and never changed his name.

Although that name is extremely unpronounceable to the language habits of this world.

Probably because of the stubborn character unique to dwarves, just like her insistence on her oath, from the first introduction of herself, she knew Tang Sen, not the traveler.

She worked hard, practicing how to say this name naturally again and again.

In the end, even Tang Sen got so used to hearing it that he didn't notice this detail at all.

"What an unforgettable journey."

Tang Sen took a deep breath: "Goodbye, Shalin."

He had no choice but to stay any longer, so he raised his head. Smaug's huge dragon body fell down and crept down on his head. Tang Sen followed its nose ridge and walked step by step to the throne between the dragon's horns.

The dragon soared into the sky.

Until the land of Mordor turned into a small square on the ground, until the clouds completely covered the land, and the bright starry sky appeared overhead.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to have emotional fluctuations." Smaug finally couldn't help but speak: "I thought what was flowing in your body would be something as cold as the dark curse you possess."

In Smaug's impression, Tang Sen has always been a cold and cruel person.

"Now that your journey is over, can you let me go?" it asked expectantly: "Don't worry, I won't covet the Lonely Mountain anymore. I can go back to the far north beyond the Gray Mountains. .”

"My journey is far from over, Smaug -" Tang Sen said solemnly: "And your oath is not over yet either."

"Huh?" Smaug growled: "That's not what you and the female dwarf said!"

Tang Sen did not explain. He slowly took out a cursed gold coin, stained it with his own blood, and put it back into the stone box in his consciousness space.

The curse of immortality completely disappears from this world.

Then, he took out a gold coin again and let the immortal curse fall on him again.

After doing this series of things, Tang Sen asked: "Smaug, are you willing to come with me to see the bigger world?"

"Do I have a choice?"

If Golden Eyes could roll his eyes, Smaug's could roll his eyes to the sky.

"Obviously you didn't."

Tang Sen said seriously: "You know? Time is a long river. When I leave this world, the long river of Middle-earth will not stop flowing."

"What do you mean?" Smaug asked.

"What I mean is that I can take you away from a certain node in the river, but I can't predict what you will do to Middle-earth after I leave."

Tang Sen laughed: "Actually, I don't care what happens to Middle-earth. I don't exist in this world, so this world doesn't exist for me either."

"However, when I think about the fact that the dragon's greed may not be able to withstand the test without my control, even in a non-existent world, I feel that I have to do something."

Smaug felt something was wrong, and he said hurriedly: "I am not greedy at all now! I am not interested in gold!"

"Fear not, Smaug."

Tang Sen said softly: "You won't remember what happened now."

The mind communicated with the Mithril Ring for the last time, and the Mithril wrapping the dragon's heart changed its form.

The dragon's screams resounded throughout the sky, its golden pupils dimmed, and its huge body fell towards the earth.

A feeling of weightlessness enveloped Tang Sen, and he closed his eyes.

"Just think of it as the last thing I do for Sarin Mithril Hammer."

"Goodbye, world."