The Hegu Town is located at the foot of Gushan Mountain, located in a rich river valley. It was the center of dwarves' foreign trade and was extremely prosperous, but since Smaug occupied Gushan Mountain, the Hegu Town was also burned by it.

People who lost their homes built a water town on Changhu.

Because of the loss of the dwarves, there are no more exquisite weapons, no rich land, and low grain output. Changhu Town has changed from a prosperous and fertile trading center that was now a dilapidated, barren and deserted ordinary town.

Because Legolas was an elves, it was too eye-catching to enter the town. Allen decided to go by himself and leave the horses. The two little guys asked them to move on their own. Allen took a boat to enter Long Lake Town.

After paying the tax, Allen entered the water town. The residents here were not rich, many of them were ragged, and the guards were neatly dressed and patrolled the streets with weapons. The civilians around him looked at the guards indifferently, and when the tax officer walked by, he looked even more hatred.

Because it is on the water surface, the moisture here is very heavy, and the street is filled with a fishy smell. The only laughter is that some children are chasing and fighting.

Alan came to a tavern, and as soon as he entered the door, noisy sound filled his ears. He frowned, and Allen walked into the tavern. He threw out a silver coin and soon a glass of ale was placed in front of Alan. Because the humidity was very heavy, many people here had rheumatism, and alcohol was an indispensable drink here.

"I want to find out something!" Allen knocked on the table and said to the owner of the tavern.

"Sir, what do you want to know?" The tavern owner said readily when he heard Allen's words. He remembered that Ellen just now gave him a silver coin, but only had a glass of ale.

"Do you know the lords of the Valley Town in the past?" Allen tasted a sip of ale and frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with this spirit.

"Are you talking about Girion who likes to talk big?" Hearing Allen's words, the tavern owner thought for a while and asked in confusion.

"His name is Girion, but does he like to speak loudly?" Allen was a little surprised. He was not familiar with this human lord, only knew that he was the lord of River Valley Town.

"That Girion was the lord of River Valley, but now he is an old alcoholic. He shouts all day long to give him another chance and it can kill the dragon."

"Oh my God, not many people didn't hurt the evil dragon at all. He actually claimed that he could kill the evil dragon. Why didn't he see him kill the evil dragon when the evil dragon was raging? Now the evil dragon is sleeping in the lonely mountain, and he shouted again, not talking big or bragging, what is it?" The tavern owner said contemptuously.

After listening for a while, Alan finally understood that because the Valley Town was destroyed and the lord of the most lord did not protect his lord, Jirien was criticized by the lords. The lords of this world must promise to protect his lords. If he could not do it, he would be abandoned by the lords.

It is obvious that the unlucky Jirian was abandoned. As for what he said that he shot the dragon, because no one except him, and no one could prove the authenticity of the matter for it. Therefore, his words were understood by the leaders as big words to evade responsibility. These residents of the Valley Town, which suffered heavy losses, needed a vent. The evil dragon was too strong, so they could only find Jirian. Besides, Jirian did not fulfill his duties.

"That Girion is now a drunkard. He has no ability to protect River Valley Town and can only speak loudly. What do you want him to do when you are a guest?" asked the tavern owner curiously.

"Oh, I am a bard and traveling on the mainland. I heard the story of the evil dragon Smaug elsewhere. I was a little curious, so I asked. Later I heard that someone injured the evil dragon and wanted to find that person to understand the situation." Allen made up an excuse and said in a pretext.

"So, that alcoholic is in the corner inside, but you're disappointed, no one can hurt the dragon at all. Girion is just a liar who speaks big." The owner of the tavern pointed to the corner of the tavern and said.

"Thank you." Alan walked over with a wine glass. In the corner was a shabby table and chair, with dark things on it. A drunk with gray hair and a broken and sloppy face was lying on the table.

As he approached, a smell of wine came to his face, frowned, and Allen knocked on the table. After a while, the drunkard woke up in a daze.

"Wine, where is my wine, give me wine..."

Alan casually handed over the wine glass, and the old alcoholic who took the wine glass directly poured a large mouthful of wine in. "The ale from the Rohan Kingdom, this is the best wine in Old Curry."

"Himmer! Alas..." After a satisfied burp, the old drunkard was put down.

"Young man, after saying that, what's the matter with me, an old alcoholic." After looking at Alan, the old alcoholic rubbed the red wine groove nose and said.

"I heard you ejaculated Smaug's scales. Can you tell me that this is true?" Allen smiled.

"Someone must have told you just now that this is fake. I'm just a liar, an old drunkard who talks big, why do you still want to find me?"

"Haha, I still think I need to listen to the person involved."

"I did shoot Smaug's scales. As long as I'm given another chance, I'll definitely kill it." As soon as I said this, the old drunkard's eyes turned red, but soon he was discouraged: "Hey, but there is only one chance. I'm just a loser, a drunkard, a liar, no longer the lord of River Valley Town, Girion..."

"Can you show me the arrow that you shot Smaug?" Allen said with a look at him.

"Since you are interested in listening to the nagging of me, the old man, come with me." As he said that, Gillian stood up staggeringly and walked out the door.

Allen followed closely away from the noisy tavern, and Girion staggered in front of him, passed several alleys, and then walked into a dilapidated house.

When I went in, I saw that it was a bare wall of my house. A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was repairing a wooden barrel in the house.

"Bad, go and take out the black arrow and show this gentleman." Girion shouted directly.

"Okay Dad." He looked at Allen curiously. Bud didn't say much. He got up and walked to the back of the house. He put away a few clothes casually. Bud took down the clothes rack and then returned to the house.

At this time, Allen discovered that it was not a clothes rack, but a long dark arrow. The black arrow was used to shoot large animals and was naturally made very large. Compared to arrows, Allen felt that it was more like a spear.
Chapter completed!