An annoying blocker

"Yes, mayor, I am Thorin."

Sorin stood up. Although he didn't know why the mayor changed his attitude, the current situation seemed to be developing in a good direction.

"Mayor, they are going to the lonely mountain this time to take back their treasure from the evil dragon. Maybe we should give these righteous warriors some help."

Alfred suddenly said again.

"This?" The mayor hesitated a little, although the reputation of the oak shield really surprised him, and also made him a little in awe.

However, he was also very unwilling to let him help others out of his own pocket.

Alfred seemed to be able to see the mayor's thoughts, and suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words into his ear.

I don't know what to say, the mayor is just like what Carl said to Alfred back then, with a look of surprise and excitement on his face from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Karl couldn't help but sighed with emotion. Sure enough, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. This mayor is not a good bird like Alfred.

The mayor finally looked at it with a smile, and suddenly shouted happily:

"That's right, that dragon is really hateful. It invaded other people's homes for no reason. I can't stand it."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to Sorin: "King of the dwarves, don't worry, your business is our business, and all of us in Changhu Town will help you."

Just now, Alfred told him that if he sent Thorin across the lake, and when they regained the city below the mountain, then he would give half of his wealth to Long Lake. How could this make him not be moved?

Think about it, just helping the dwarves to send them to the other side. If he succeeds afterwards, he will be able to obtain countless gold and silver treasures from then on.

And if he fails, he has no loss, at most he will die a few dwarves in front of him, and he can continue to be his mayor.

So, how could he not agree to such a harmless thing?

That night, the mayor informed the residents of the town about the incident.

He told the residents of Changhu Town that the king of Turin dwarves has come to their Changhu Town, and they will go to the lonely mountain, to the city under the mountain, in order to take back their homeland from the evil dragon.

The residents of Changhu Town should do their best to help. At that time, if the evil dragon is driven away, everyone in Changhu Town can share the wealth of the city under the mountain with the dwarves.

The residents of Changhu Town were all elated when they heard the news.

Excited expressions appeared on their faces, and they kept talking.

"That's great. I heard that there are countless gold coins piled up in the city below the mountain, which is as high as a lonely mountain. If we can share them, then we won't have to starve in the future."

"Not only that, I heard that the dwarves dug in the lonely mountain for thousands of years, and the gold coins and gems there were enough to fill the entire Long Lake. If we can really drive away the evil dragon, we will all become the richest people in the world. Not even the kings of Rohan and Gondor."

"real or fake?"

"Nonsense, of course it is true!"

"..."

The residents of Changhu Town became more and more excited as they talked, and finally they all agreed and shouted loudly: "The mayor is wise, the mayoris mighty! Let us help the dwarves, drive away the evil dragon, and take back the city below the mountain!"

"Yes, drive away the evil dragon and take back the city under the mountain!"

The mayor proudly enjoys this moment...

...

That night, Changhu Town was rarely lively. Countless residents ran out of their homes, singing and dancing in the corridors, dancing, jumping and drinking. Everyone's face was full of anticipation and hope.

That is endless wealth, as long as they get a little bit, their lives will be turned upside down. This is something that everyone should be happy about.

However, when one person heard the news, his expression was not very good.

He hurried from home, squeezed through the crowd, and headed towards the mayor and the dwarves.

"No, no!" he yelled.

The sudden turmoil in the crowd made the originally joyful party slightly suffocated with anger. Seeing the person coming, the mayor frowned, and Alfred jumped out directly.

"Bud, what do you want?" Alfred yelled at Bud.

On such a day worth celebrating, how dare this Bard make trouble?

"Can't go, can't go to Lonely Mountain!" Bud quickly explained loudly.

"Can't go? Bud, let me tell you, are you out of your mind?" Alfred became displeased. You know, Karl had promised him that if things were done, he would secretly give him 10% of the gold coins.

That's 10%!

Thinking about the countless wealth in the city under the mountain, even if it is 10%, it is enough for him to wake up from his dream.

Thinking about the past few years, he made false accounts under the mayor's hand, collected money from the people, and made small calculations everywhere, but he only saved a little pocket money.

There is a world of difference between the two.

So, how could he allow Bud, a nasty guy, to disrupt his plan?