Just when Yang Pan was rolling his ax alone in the corner, Gandalf came to him at some point.

"Can I sit here for a moment?" Gandalf asked politely.

Yang Pan nodded, then moved his body to the side to make room for Gandalf, "Of course."

When Gandalf saw this, he was not polite and sat down on the seat vacated by Yang Pan.

Because when Yang Pan made the crystal tent before, he covered the surrounding ground with a layer of hardened crystals, so there was no need to worry about hygiene issues.

After sitting down, Gandalf put the wooden stick in his hand aside, and then took out a slender wooden pipe from his arms. Then he rubbed his right hand, and a bunch of flames appeared on his fingers.

.

After lighting the tobacco in the pipe, Gandalf took a deep breath, then closed his eyes with a hint of contentment on his face.

"call."

After a few seconds, Gandalf slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, looked at Yang Pan beside him and raised the pipe in his hand towards him, "Want some."

Yang Pan shook his head when he heard this, "No, I'll bring it myself."

As he spoke, Yang Pan stopped wiping the tomahawk on his hand, put the Belvac and the animal skin aside, and then pretended to be that thing, put his hand into his arms, and removed it from the storage space.

He took out his concentration pipe.

After taking out the concentration pipe, Yang Pan imitated Gandalf and raised the dark green pipe in his hand to him, "Want to try mine."

Looking at the pipe in Yang Pan's hand, Gandalf asked hesitantly, "Is that okay?"

"Of course." As he said that, Yang Pan knocked the concentrating pipe in his hand, and a finger-sized piece of green tobacco that exuded the fragrance suddenly fell into Yang Pan's hand from the pipe's bump.

"Sorry, I'm not used to letting others use my personal things." As he said that, Yang Pan handed the tobacco in his hand to Gandalf.

Gandalf reached out and took the tobacco from Yang Pan, nodded slightly and said, "I understand my personal habits."

After taking the cut tobacco from Yang Pan, Gandalf put it in front of his nose and smelled it, with a smile on his face, "It's really good cut tobacco."

"fine."

As soon as Yang Pan stretched out his hand, a red flame appeared on his index finger.

He pressed his flaming fingers into the Ningshen pipe that had been filled with tobacco again at some point. After the tobacco was lit, Yang Pan flicked out the flame in his hand, then put the cigarette holder into his mouth and took a deep breath.

Gandalf looked at Yang Pan who was puffing away smoke, and looked at the pipe he had just lit in his hand with some embarrassment and the shredded tobacco that Yang Pan handed over.

After thinking for a few seconds, just when Gandalf was about to put away the tobacco that Yang Pan gave him and smoke the tobacco from his pipe first, Yang Pan suddenly said, "Gandalf."

Gandalf looked up at Yang Pan, "What's the matter?"

"These cut tobaccos are special. They will disappear soon after being separated from this pipe, so it's best not to keep them for too long." As he spoke, Yang Pan raised the concentration pipe in his hand.

After listening to Yang Pan's explanation, Gandalf looked at the concentration pipe in his hand and said with some admiration. "What a magical little thing."

After sighing at the magic of the Concentration Pipe, Gandalf looked at the smoke-emitting pipe in his hand.

Chang pipe, said with some regret, "Oh, what a pity for these tobaccos."

After taking another sip from the pipe in his hand, Gandalf knocked the pipe in his hand on the sole of his shoe, knocked out all the shredded tobacco that had not been completely burned out with sparks in it, and then stuffed the shredded tobacco that Yang Pan gave him into the pipe.

In the bowl.

Gandalf followed the same example and lit the tobacco in his pipe, then eagerly put the pipe into his mouth and took a deep breath, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

"call!"

A breath of fresh smoke exhaled from Gandalf's mouth and condensed into a white smoke ring in the air.

After blowing out a smoke ring, Gandalf said to Yang Pan with a smile on his face, "It's a very good tobacco. Although the taste is fresh and soft, it has a very obvious refreshing effect. I even feel that this tobacco has some other

effect.

Where did you get such good tobacco?"

Hearing this, Yang Pan gently exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and then said, "I didn't smoke originally, but for some reasons, my mood began to become a little unstable and easy to fluctuate.

Later, a friend gave me this pipe."

Having said this, Yang Pan once again gestured to the dark green pipe in his hand, "Because this pipe and shredded tobacco have helped stabilize my mood, I have developed the habit of smoking since then."

"As for where these tobaccos come from, I don't know. After all, they were given by friends." Yang Pan took another puff of his pipe and continued, "But it shouldn't be found here.

, after all, my friend has a similar identity to me.

You should understand what Gandalf said."

"Ah, I understand." Gandalf nodded, "It's just a pity that you may not be able to taste this tobacco after you leave."

"Let's take a look. If I have a chance next time, I will bring you some high-quality tobacco that you have never tasted." Yang Pan said casually while smoking his pipe, "Although it may not have such a magical effect, the taste should still be good.

"

"oh."

After listening to Yang Pan's words, Gandalf's old face showed a very happy smile, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Judging from Gandalf's tone, he didn't seem to doubt what Yang Pan said, and even seemed to have some expectations.

Yang Pan nodded and said nothing more.

After a moment of silence, Yang Pan knocked the burned-out pipe in his hand on the hard crystalline ground at his feet, cleared away the ashes, then put away the pipe and picked up the Bell placed aside again.

Wacker began to wipe.

Looking at Yang Pan who was silently wiping his battle ax at the side, Gandalf spoke again to break the silence, "Mr. Ax King, what kind of place do you come from? To have a strong man like you appear, you must be a very powerful person."

What a magical place.”

"It is indeed a magical place." Yang Pan said without raising his head, "But I am not a strong person here."

"Oh, then..."

"Okay!"

Seeing that Gandalf wanted to ask again, Yang Pan directly stopped him and said, "Don't ask about where I come from. We have our own rules there, and it's not good for you or me to know too much."

At this point, Gandalf had no choice but to stop asking questions, nodded and said, "Okay then."

After a while, the tobacco in Gandalf's pipe had burned out.

After knocking off the ashes, Gandalf put away his pipe, and then asked Yang Pan again like a curious baby, "Then why did your Lord God let you come to this world to kill Smaug? And why did those guys before?

What about attacking us?"

"Alas." Yang Pan sighed, and then said helplessly, "As the wisest one in Maiya, you have so many problems."

"Sometimes wise people are always more curious about unknown things." Gandalf said with a smile.

Yang Pan nodded when he heard this, "It seems that is indeed the case, smart people have more things to do.

But I’m afraid I can’t give you an answer to your question, because the tasks we have to complete are all arranged by the so-called ‘gods’.”

After saying that, Yang Pan thought for a while and added, "At least at my current level, I can't choose my own mission. As for what will happen in the future, I don't know yet."

Gandalf wanted to ask something else, but before he could ask, Bilbo, who was busy around the campfire, suddenly shouted to them, "Gentlemen, come here quickly, this big crocodile is almost roasted."

After Bilbo finished shouting, the other dwarves also shouted, "Yes, come on, if the food doesn't come, we will be eaten up."

Yang Pan looked at Gandalf beside him, "It seems that the party has already started, let's stop talking about it today."

After saying that, Yang Pan inserted Belvak into his waist and walked towards the bonfire.

After Yang Pan left, Gandalf sat there for a while, looking at the back of Yang Pan gradually leaving, a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something.

It wasn't until Yang Pan sat next to the bonfire and reached out to take out the nearly three-meter-long golden and fragrant huge crocodile tail from the bonfire that Gandalf stood up from the ground and faced the group of dwarves.

He shouted, "Don't worry, please leave some for me."

…

After a pleasant campfire dinner, almost everyone in the expedition team had been fed by the huge roasted crocodile and was currently lying around in the camp to eat.

Of course, Yang Pan was not included among these well-fed people.

Although this crocodile is not small, the dwarves in their team are not small in terms of number or appetite. If Yang Pan lets it go, those dwarves will probably have to drink from the northwest wind.

This group of dwarves also helped with the work for most of the night. Yang Pan was too embarrassed to let them watch, so he stopped eating after eating a crocodile tail and a crocodile heart, and ate the remaining parts.

It's all left to others.

Fortunately, although he was not full, the previous battle did not consume too much energy, so Yang Pan did not feel too hungry now.

Looking at the slightly dawning sky, Yang Pan took some water to extinguish the remaining flames in the campfire, then turned to Gandalf and Thorin, the only two people still standing in the camp, and said, "It's almost dawn, let's take advantage of the opportunity."

Now go find the lair of the three trolls nearby."

Gandalf nodded, "Yes, trolls also have the habit of collecting trophies. Maybe they can find some useful things from their lairs."
Chapter completed!