"Of course it was unforgivable. But more importantly, what should we do with the One Ring? It's too dangerous to leave it on him."
Boromir spoke, clearly intending to obtain the One Ring.
Although Aragorn knew what Boromir was thinking, he had to admit that Boromir had a point.
"Andrew, hurry up and find an excuse for me, or don't blame me for going on strike."
Ganahta said unhappily in her mind. She had been saddled with this blame far too unfairly and innocently.
Andrew smiled. "Don't worry, I prepared an excuse for you long ago. Next, say this and this."
After hearing Andrew out, Ganahta breathed a sigh of relief. This guy truly deserved to be called an old fox; he was incredibly good at deceiving people.
"What do you mean, you prepared it for me? Isn't this your mess?"
Thinking of something, Ganahta complained. Andrew said, "As a subordinate, isn't it only natural for you to take the blame for your boss? Besides, I'm not lying. Everything I just told you is true."
"As if I'd believe you."
Ganahta snorted and said, "It wasn't because of the One Ring. The reason I did that was to help Gandalf."
"To help Gandalf?"
Everyone was confused. Was this the legendary act of helping someone straight to death?
Ganahta said nothing. She raised her hand, and an image appeared beside her. Gandalf, clad in white, was leading Éomer and a group of Rohan Cavalry in a fierce charge down a hillside.
Just as everyone was about to watch longer, the image vanished. Aragorn said thoughtfully, "White Robe Gandalf?"
"Not to be spoken of."
Ganahta said, "In any case, Gandalf isn't dead. You'll see him again soon. I guarantee it."
"Gandalf really isn't dead?"
Frodo and the others asked in delight. Hobbits