"Hiss! You really are a beast!" Bard said in shock.
"My brother! Promise me that after you pull dirty tricks on other people, you won't pull them on me!" Thorin laughed as he leaned in.
"What a good... rotten idea!" Thranduil's eyelid twitched. Such a fine man—what a pity he was like a sesame tangyuan, black syrup running inside once you cut him open.
"Cut the crap! Are we doing this or not? If not, we all watch him grow old alone! If yes, we all go in together!" Roland frowned as he looked at everyone.
"Do we have a coward among us?" Roland swept a suspicious gaze over the group.
"Your Majesty! I am loyal!" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz instantly spoke up when he saw Roland's gaze sweep toward him. I'm your loyal servant, aren't I? Why are you suddenly doubting me?
Roland shifted his gaze away and fixed it on Thorin, sizing him up from head to toe.
"Don't look at me! I'm in!" Thorin rolled his eyes.
"..." After that, his gaze swept over everyone in turn, as if confirming something.
"There shouldn't be any traitors in our group, right?" Roland said.
"I'll say this in advance. We handle this carefully. If it gets exposed, none of us will have any face left! Anyone want to back out? Clack!" Roland's hand gently pushed the Dragon-slaying Sword an inch out of its sheath.
"Hmph!" Thorin also drew Oakrist a little.
"Mm-mm-mm~" Everyone hurriedly shook their heads. With the two of you looking like you were ready to kill witnesses, who would dare say no? Did they not want their heads anymore?
"Then it's happily decided!" Roland clapped his hands.
"Eat? Why isn't anyone starting? Does the bread not smell good?" Bilbo Baggins came out carrying a platter of roasted meat