Sheyan’s true goal
Editor: Translation Nation
At this moment, grandmaster blacksmith Mcgonigal Firestove grabbed the mithril and ruby that Sheyan produced and immediately gasped in shock.
"Ah, this is magic mithril! Its market value is twice of ordinary mithril, hey old man, don't you find this ruby rather familiar?"
The old dwarf, Takelin Tinsilk, wagged his butt as he ran over. His white braided beard was nearly touching the ground as he spoke.
"Why do I feel that this is…..Elendil's tears?"
The crowd broke into an uproar. Sheyan immediately felt something was amiss, it seems as though Saruman had done malicious deeds in the past to plunder these wealth. Even worse, the treasures seemed rather valuable and renowned. Nevertheless, he remained composed as he could easily blame everything on his high-god.....thus, Sheyan calmly replied.