"Burp~"
Beside the castle dining table, Bombur let out a burp, rolled his eyes, then promptly began snoring in his chair, fast asleep.
"Oh..."
Gandalf shook his head. "Who's going to carry him inside? I told him not to eat so much."
Old Balin patted his round belly as he spoke.
"Forgive me, Gandalf, but I've never eaten food this delicious. Everything here is wonderful—the scenery is beautiful, the food is exquisite. It's just a pity there's no wine."
"If I'd known there would be such a feast, I would have spent every silver coin I had to buy several barrels of fine wine in the town we passed earlier."
At that moment, every Dwarf at the table had eaten themselves round, with burps rising and falling one after another.
Thorin was comparatively restrained. From beginning to end, he had savored his food in small, deliberate bites.
Though the fork in his hand had never stopped moving.
Noticing that Gandalf seemed to be glancing at him now and then, Thorin temporarily stopped eating, cleared his throat twice, and said, "I have to say, these dishes are indeed worthy of praise. Many of their preparations are unlike anything I've seen before—quite novel."
After giving his assessment, Thorin nodded to Li Wei. "Thank you very much for your hospitality."
After seeing this fortified castle, Li Wei's image in everyone's minds had changed greatly from before. He was not merely a wandering knight, but a lord on campaign.
Though this territory seemed rather short on people—or rather, they had not seen anyone moving about at all—with this lord's abilities, if he were to issue a call and take in settlers, quite a few people would surely come to join him one after another.
Furthermore, judging from the situation within the territory, this lord