Royal Descendant! A Human King's Bloodline Blessed by God

Since Aragorn, relying on an incomprehensible spiritual intuition, had actually found Frodo—who was wearing the One Ring and concealed by invisibility—one step ahead of Wang Zhen and taken him out of the tavern hall, Wang Zhen and the others followed suit. They directly brought Sam, Merry, and Pippin, the three Hobbits, and closely followed Aragorn to the door through which he had disappeared.

At the same time, they noticed that those greedy, ugly adventurers were still like mad dogs, searching for Frodo's whereabouts while keeping an eye on the movements of the other three Hobbits and their group. Wang Zhen merely curled his lips into a casual sneer. Those adventurers harbored ill intentions—one could even say they were brimming with malice—but he did not care. After all, they had just ground the Nine Nazgûl into the dirt. These insignificant riffraff, who could only wander the wilderness like stray dogs and could not even afford a decent drink when entering a bar, were not worth his concern—he could barely even be bothered to look at them.

If there was one reason Wang Zhen might be wary, it was that these greed-driven scoundrels had not been blinded by the gleam of gold or had their minds muddled by it. They might report the news of Frodo being at The Prancing Pony to the Ringwraiths lurking nearby!

Of course, the reason this was only a forced concern was that Wang Zhen and the Zhongzhou Team members, who had just beaten the Ringwraiths once, were not afraid of them. Even if those adventurers drooling over gold really lured the Ringwraiths here, they would simply fight them again. It was no big deal!

Therefore, what Wang Zhen and the others were really considering now was how to earn Aragorn's trust!

They did not expect that