"You still have spare horses, right? I lack a means of transport." Just as they stepped outside, An Yang asked Thorin.
"Only a pony, which was originally prepared for the Hobbit!" Thorin frowned and said, "There is one extra horse, but it needs to carry the baggage. Let's buy one further ahead!"
"It seems we have no choice but to buy one, but I have no money on me." An Yang fished out his pockets to show him, shrugged, and said, "It seems I have to borrow some money from you."
"...You don't even bring money when you go out?"
"I had a premonition that I would soon pick up a sum of money, a very large sum, perhaps accompanied by some weapons, so you see, I didn't bring a single coin, nor did I bring any weapons!" An Yang said nonchalantly, then held out his hand, "Come on, I know you all definitely brought your money pouches when you went out!"
"Hey pal, we aren't well off!" Dwalin complained, tossing him a money pouch.
"I'll pay you back, soon."
"Soon? When you pick up a huge sum of money? Hahaha, I'd also hope to pick up a pile of cash!"
And so, An Yang bought a horse ahead.
Bofur took quite a liking to An Yang, perhaps because of that brief solitude last night, and he said, "I don't think we should have left that contract with the Hobbit. Look, there are just fourteen of us now, that contract should have been signed by this wandering Wizard! Now look, we have to take the time to write out a new contract!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Thorin immediately rebuked. He still dared not place his trust in An Yang.
An Yang merely smiled indifferently, also quite fond of the honest and