Digging a Pit and Setting Bait! Everyone Joyfully Waited at the Pit's Edge, Ready to Bury Someone

Aragorn's arrangements were simple yet effective, aimed precisely at those adventurers harboring ill intent within the tavern. After all, if they had fallen so low, then they either lacked brains, lacked strength, or lacked both. Any adventurer with both brains and strength would never have ended up drinking the cheapest ale in some remote little tavern like this.

Of course, Aragorn's arrangements also happened to save Frodo and the other three Hobbits from the surprise attack that came in the dead of night, when their vigilance was at its lowest and their drowsiness at its heaviest.

Through the blurry glass window, under the cold moonlight, Wang Zhen and the others were enjoying a free viewing of a clumsy pantomime with absolutely nothing entertaining about it.

Neither Wang Zhen's group nor Aragorn wondered how these ill-intentioned adventurers knew which room the four Hobbits were staying in. They did not even care why these swaying drunks were clumsily sneaking toward Frodo and the others' room with a string of keys dangling from their filthy hands.

This was just a remote country tavern, after all. Could one really expect its owner and staff to possess even a positive amount of morality?

That was simply wishful thinking!

Just look at the almost pathological greed and vicious smiles plastered across the tavern owner and waiter's faces, the grimy money pouch in their hands—stuffed so full it bulged—and the focused, earnest way they counted the coins within. It was obvious that if the adventurers in this tavern were such vile scum, then how could its owner and waiter possibly be honorable gentlemen of high moral character who kept their promises?

Clearly, that was absolutely impossible!

When Merry and Pippin, those two troublemaking loudmouths, started drunkenly running their mouths and blurted out that they came from Hobbiton