Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 159 The Flying Carpet and the Dwarf Prince Thorin

The next morning, as Wayne was preparing to set off, he was surprised to see the diminutive Bilbo leading a horse that was half a head taller than him, walking from the village in the distance.

Upon arriving at Wayne's cabin, Bilbo coughed somewhat sheepishly, tilted his head back to look at the Witcher, who was almost half a head taller than him, and said:

"Hey Wayne, it suddenly occurred to me after I got home yesterday that you don't seem to have a suitable horse."

"It would be quite dangerous for a person to walk through the wilderness to reach the town of Brie, and the round trip would be very long."

"This is the largest Shire horse owned by my uncle, old Baggins."

"Although it's still a bit small for you, you know, this is pretty much the biggest horse we hobbits have ever owned."

Bilbo scratched his head. This Mr. Baggins didn't have much experience making friends with outsiders, but he was kind-hearted.

"Don't refuse. Having a horse to travel on and to scare away wild animals is much better than trying to walk on your own two legs."

Bilbo's feet were covered in mud, and his clothes were damp with morning dew, indicating that he had been busy with this task since early morning.

Looking at the well-behaved Sharma beside him, with its white coat and black spots, Wayne nodded with some emotion.

"Thank you, you're so thoughtful, my friend."

Wayne bent down and patted Bilbo on the shoulder, but looking at the white Shire horse with black spots, he shook his head regretfully and said to Bilbo:

"However, it's not that I want to refuse your kindness. Weren't you always curious about how I came to your Shire from such a faraway place?"

"You don't think I walked all the way here from other countries, do you?"

As he said this, Wayne had a strange smile on his lips. He took out the magic-patterned storage bag hanging around his neck, and under Bilbo's shocked gaze, he reached into the seemingly small bag and pulled out a huge, gorgeous, rolled-up blanket.

Then, as Wayne threw the blanket toward the ground, the purple-gold patterned blanket automatically unfolded and flattened, hovering about twenty or thirty centimeters above the ground, and trembling slightly in a wave-like shape.

"Wow! Wayne! What's going on?"

"You actually pulled such a big blanket out of a small pocket, and how is your blanket floating on the ground? What is this? It's amazing!"

When Bilbo saw the magic carpet Wayne threw out, his mouth dropped open in astonishment.

Although legends of wizards are widespread in Middle-earth, those who actually meet a wizard, or a spellcaster capable of using witchcraft, are extremely rare.

Seeing Bilbo's surprise, Wayne smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be alarmed. Then he stepped onto the flying carpet and sat cross-legged in the center of it.

"My friend, I didn't tell you before because I didn't want to surprise you too much."

"I am actually a witcher, a monster expert who travels constantly to help people eliminate evil monsters."

"And beneath my feet is a magic flying carpet that can take me up into the sky, allowing me to fly like a bird and help me travel quickly around the world."

"Haven't you always been curious about why I carry a sword? Because it's my weapon, my helper in slaying monsters."

"So your worries are unnecessary. I don't need horses, and there are no wild beasts that can hurt me. I will reach Brie Town very soon, much sooner than you think."

This magic flying carpet is about 1.2 meters wide, nearly 2 meters long, and only 2 centimeters thick. It looks exquisite but somewhat flimsy.

However, when a burly man like Wayne sat on it, he didn't move an inch, and instead slowly rose and fell as he manipulated it, clearly making it very easy to control.

Upon hearing Wayne's answer, Bilbo's mouth gaped open, his eyes widened, and his mind seemed unable to process what he was hearing.

After about ten seconds, he slowly closed his mouth, circled Wayne's magic carpet several times, wanting to reach out and touch it, but he hesitated, and said in a somewhat high-pitched voice:

"My God! This is amazing! Seriously, none of the hobbits in Hobbiton would believe that you can actually fly on a blanket!"

"This must be witchcraft! Isn't it?"

"I've heard legends and read about them in books. There are wizards in this world. When I was a child, there was a white-bearded wizard who would always come here to set off fireworks for us."

"Although I don't remember what he looked like or his name, you said you were a witcher. Does that mean witchers, like wizards, can cast spells?"

Wayne reached out to soothe Bilbo's surprised expression, explaining as he joked:

"Although witchers and wizards are different professions, I can indeed cast some spells."

"By the way, I'm about to leave. Would you like to try flying before I go?"

"You are my friend, and I am willing to serve you."

Unfortunately, Mr. Bilbo is only forty years old at the moment. He wants to live for several more forty years. Although his eyes are full of longing, the hobbit’s innate timidity and caution make him very hesitant.

Finally, Mr. Baggins circled Wayne's magic carpet three more times, reached out to touch the ornate and solemn patterns on it, and shook his head, as if to comfort himself, saying:

"Never mind, Wayne, you need to get going, I won't take up any more of your time."

"However, when you return from Bri Town, you must let me witness your magic firsthand. Then let me ride on this magic flying carpet and experience what it feels like to fly like a bird."

Wayne shook his head with regret. He waved goodbye to Bilbo, then controlled the magic carpet to circle Mr. Baggins twice before flying up to a height of over a hundred meters in the air.

Under Mr. Baggins's fascinated gaze, they quickly left Hobbiton and disappeared into the sky.

Flying hundreds of meters in the air evokes a sense of awe and wonder in people.

Princess Jaina of Azeroth is truly a skillful lady. The magical flying carpet she made for a filial son was even more useful than expected.

When flying in the air, it is not only stable, fast, and easy to control, but also does not consume much magic power. With Wayne's current magic power reserves, he can fly in the air for a whole day without needing to rest.

The only downside is that there is no Chaos Magic in Middle-earth. After Wayne's magic is depleted, apart from taking potions to speed up his recovery, he can only rely on eating and sleeping to slowly replenish his Chaos Magic.

This also means that if he wants to fight in Middle-earth, he must use swordsmanship or alchemical bombs as his main means of attack, while his most proficient Witcher Signs can only be used as a last resort, and used cautiously and sparingly.

Fortunately, he was still wearing the Dolan Ring on his finger. This magical item could restore mana through killing, and if necessary, he could use special means to speed up his mana recovery.

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Brie is a rather old town, originally a human settlement, but it was destroyed by various racial wars during the Second and Third Ages, the invasion of the Witch-King of Angmar, the migration of the Hobbits, and the escape of the Northern Dwarves hundreds of years ago.

Today, the town has become a small town where hobbits, dwarves, and humans live together. With a large number of artisans and residents, it is also a well-known trading place in the entire Bri region, where travelers and merchants from different kingdoms often stop for a short rest.

Meanwhile, in the largest blacksmith shop in Brie, the dwarf prince Thorin Oakenshield was, as usual, intently forging goods for sale, but his mind was preoccupied with his own thoughts.

Since the dwarves of Lonely Mountain fled to the south, under the leadership of this dwarf prince, they have gradually gone from being starving and freezing to living a stable life by working for others, blacksmithing, growing food, hunting and fishing, and engaging in various other industries.

Unfortunately, because there were too few female dwarves, the population growth of the entire race was quite slow. In addition, the south was not a suitable environment for dwarves, as it was inhabited by a large number of humans, hobbits, and other races and kingdoms, and there was no territory that truly belonged to the dwarves themselves.

Prince Thorin's longing for his former home, Erebor, has only grown stronger. The desire passed down from his grandfather and father to the entire Durin family to reclaim Erebor has gradually become a deep-seated wish in the heart of this dwarf prince.

Unfortunately, Thorin Oakenshield has yet to find a way to defeat Smaug, a dragon hundreds of meters long that is impervious to blades and spears and whose terrifying nature is unharmed by any weapon.

The dwarf prince struck the iron blank repeatedly, the powerful blows sending sparks flying. Soon, a short sword forged from steel gradually took shape under his hammering. Several dwarf apprentices beside him worked the bellows, learning diligently, and couldn't help but feel admiration for the prince's superb craftsmanship.

Just then, several exclamations suddenly came from outside the blacksmith's shop. Thorin Oakenshield, who was also standing at the door, subconsciously looked in the direction of the exclamations.

In the clear sky, a rectangular purple-gold blanket appeared out of nowhere.

As it rapidly descended from the sky, a strong, handsome man suddenly leaped off the blanket and landed not far from the blacksmith's shop.

The handsome man first looked around, then waved to the blanket floating on the ground. The purple-gold and yellow-green blanket automatically rolled up and landed in the man's hand.

Finally, amidst the astonished gazes of passersby and Thorin, the handsome man pulled a cloth bag from his pocket and, as if by magic, stuffed the rolled-up, over-a-meter-long, ornate blanket into the palm-sized bag in his hand.

(End of this chapter)