I Really Didn't Want to Be a Handsome Guy [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

"Cheers."

Two tall, thick wooden mugs clinked together, splashing cool, frothy ale.

Gulp, gulp

The enticing sound of hearty drinking continued for a while.

"Ahhh!"

A groan of ultimate satisfaction rang out.

"Bang!"

The thick wooden mug was slammed heavily onto the table.

Morgan let out a long sigh, "Refreshing!"

Although the hobbits' barley beer-making process was far inferior to that of his previous life, and the alcohol content was much lower.

But because it was made from pure malt grains and fermented with several kinds of fruit, it could be called barley wine or fruit wine.

It had a mellow taste with a hint of fruit aroma, and when "iced" (by soaking it in a cool, flowing stream and then taking it out).

It was especially refreshing for Morgan, who had spent over half a month living like a wild man.

"Not bad, right? The drinks here are much more flavorful than anywhere else."

Gandalf wiped the ale stains from his beard and said with a smile.

"Indeed, it's not bad."

Morgan picked up a thick piece of smoked sausage from the platter in front of him, popped it into his mouth, and said while chewing.

He hadn't had time to try the drinks elsewhere.

The original owner's memory suggested that the wine from the tavern in Fero Town tasted even worse.

He only drank the hobbits' beer as fruit wine.

After all, in a world like this, one couldn't have too high expectations.

"This is just one of the reasons I like it here."

"If you stay here for a while longer, you'll find you don't want to leave at all."

Gandalf said as he cut into the smoked fish on his plate with a knife and fork, putting it into his mouth with evident enjoyment.

"I feel the same way, but before that, I need to take on enough commissions and earn enough money."

"After all, I can't grow potatoes like the hobbits."

Morgan nodded, agreeing with Gandalf's sentiment.

But he had no intention of staying in Hobbiton for the long term right now.

As if hearing Morgan mention commissions, Gandalf put down his cutlery, picked up the mug of barley beer that the bartender had just refilled, and took a large gulp.

Then he smiled, "Don't worry, the commission I'm introducing you to will definitely earn you a substantial fee."

Morgan, who knew what was going on, immediately followed up, "Gandalf, may I ask who the employer is for the commission you're introducing me to?"

Gandalf's knife and fork continued to move as he put a piece of smoked sausage into his mouth and casually replied, "A group of dwarves."

Morgan asked knowingly, "Dwarves?"

Gandalf nodded, "Yes, you'll have to satisfy the dwarves if you want to get this commission."

Speaking of which, Gandalf seemed to feel he was contradicting himself, as he had previously made a firm promise. He quickly added, "But don't worry, with your strength, Morgan, you'll definitely be able to handle this commission."

"Besides, I'm here too."

Morgan smiled and nodded, raising his large mug, "I believe you, Gandalf. Come."

By the time the two of them walked out of the Blackcurrant Tavern, it was already dark.

They had been drinking from afternoon until evening. Even though the hobbits' barley beer had a low alcohol content.

The two of them weren't drunk, but they were already smelling of alcohol.

Morgan looked at Gandalf, "Shall we go now?"

Gandalf knew that the Durin's Folk he had arranged to meet might have already arrived and were perhaps waiting for his notification.

But in their current state, it was inappropriate to meet Bilbo Baggins, whom he hadn't seen in years, or Thorin Oakenshield and his company.

Moreover, it was too late in the day.

After a moment's consideration, facing Morgan's gaze, Gandalf decisively turned and walked back into the Blackcurrant Tavern behind them.

The next morning.

Morgan finished washing up and stood in front of the cheap glass mirror in the tavern room.

It was the first time he had truly seen his physique clearly.

He was over six feet tall, nearly 1.9 meters.

His build was tall and strong, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. His face was lean with sharp features, complemented by a pair of deep, captivating, sapphire-blue eyes.

"Such looks, such high-quality physical features."

"No wonder he could hook up with so many lovers in Fero Town, including even his former direct superior, the wife of that captain of the Town Guard."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Morgan shook his head.

This physique and appearance were worlds apart from his previous life.

In his past life, he was ugly, perhaps even fierce-looking.

But as a veteran underground fighter with a bit of a reputation, he never lacked money, and naturally, he never lacked women either.

Therefore, he didn't really care about his appearance.

Now that he had suddenly become a handsome man with both a great body and face, he was truly a bit uncomfortable.

To put it pretentiously, if he could, he would prefer to have his fierce, menacing face from his past life.

After all, with strength, he would never lack women anywhere.

However, becoming handsome was a new life experience, and Morgan would try his best to adapt.

Without overthinking it, Morgan picked up the comfortable silk long-sleeved shirt he had bought yesterday, along with the brand-new leather breastplate and leg guards, and began to put them on.

The Giant Bear meat from yesterday had sold for a total of three gold coins.

In this world, one standard gold coin was worth about twenty standard silver coins.

Treating Gandalf to a big meal and drinks last night had cost ten silver coins, plus the expenses for clothes, leather armor, arrows, and the room fee.

Morgan now had a total of two silver coins left on him.

It could be said that money flowed like water.

Among these, eating and drinking cost ten silver coins, replenishing the arrows in his quiver cost fifteen silver coins, and the new clothes and room fee together cost three silver coins.

The rest was all spent on this set of new leather armor, which totaled thirty silver coins.

Although the quality of the leather armor looked quite average.

Morgan knew from the remembered plot how dangerous this journey would be.

He had originally thought about buying a suit of chainmail, but after just asking the price, he gave up.

As for the Cross Longsword he had been wanting to replace for a long time, he didn't even dare to ask.

No other reason, it was just too expensive.

He wore the silk long-sleeved shirt on his upper body, topped with a yellow breastplate.

His lower body was clad in tight-fitting gear, with yellow leg guards strapped to his legs as well.

He tied his black hair into a ponytail and used a short sword to shave off his beard.

Finally, he hung his long sword at his waist, tucked his short sword into his calf, and slung his longbow and quiver onto his back.

When Morgan finished tidying up and walked out of the room, he looked like a completely different person.

Coming down from the second floor to the tavern hall, Gandalf nodded repeatedly as he looked at Morgan's appearance.

"Finally, you look a bit like a bounty hunter."

"Let's go. If we don't show up soon, they'll probably be getting impatient."

The two left the Blackcurrant Tavern, took the reins from the attendant, immediately mounted their horses, and rode quickly toward the distance.

At this time, the sky was hazy, and a red sun in the east was hidden below the horizon, about to rise.

The two rode their horses quickly toward the outskirts of Hobbiton.

After a long while, having crossed two clear streams, several low hills, and large stretches of lush green farmland.

Within their line of sight, small, exquisite, and scattered bunker-like houses appeared once again.

Morgan followed behind Gandalf, moving forward quickly with a clear destination in mind.

Not long after, he saw a short, sturdy Hobbit sitting leisurely on a roadside bench, smoking a pipe.

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