"Yes, Mayor, I am Thorin."
Thorin stood up. Although he didn't know why the mayor changed his attitude, the situation seemed to be developing in a good direction.
"Mayor, they went to Lonely Mountain this time to get their treasure back from the dragon. Maybe we should give some help to these righteous warriors," Alfred suddenly said again.
"This?" The mayor hesitated a bit. Although Oakshield's reputation surprised him and made him a little in awe, he was very unwilling to help others out of his own pocket.
Alfred seemed to perceive the mayor's thoughts and suddenly stepped forward, whispering a few words to him.
I don't know what was said, but the mayor's expression mirrored Alfred's surprise and excitement from before.
Carl couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene. Sure enough, those who are close to the vermillion are red, and those who are close to the ink are black. The mayor, like Alfred, is not a good bird.
The mayor finally smiled and suddenly shouted happily:
"Yes, yes, that evil dragon is really damnable, invading other people's homes for no reason. I can't stand it."
After that, he turned to Thorin again: "King of dwarves, don't worry, your business is our business, and everyone in our Changhu Town will help you."
Just now, Alfred had told him that if he sent Thorin across the lake and they recaptured the city under the mountain, then he would give half of his wealth to Long Lake. How could he not be moved?
Think about it, just helping the dwarves get to the other side. After success, he would obtain countless gold and silver treasures. And if he failed, he had nothing to lose; at most, the few dwarves in front of him would die, and he could still continue to be mayor.
So, how could he refuse such a harmless proposal?
That night, the mayor announced the incident to the residents of the town.
He told the residents of Long Lake Town that the King of Turin Dwarves had come to their Long Lake Town, and they would go to Lonely Mountain, to the city under the mountain, in an attempt to retake their homeland from the dragon.
The residents of Changhu Town should all help. At that time, if the dragon was driven away, the people of Changhu Town could share the wealth of the city under the mountain with the dwarves.
The residents of Changhu Town were thrilled when they heard the news.
Excited expressions appeared on their faces, and there were constant discussions.
"Very good, I heard that the city under the mountain is piled up with countless gold coins, which are as high as Lonely Mountain. If we can get it, then we won't have to starve in the future."
"More than that, I heard that the dwarves dug in the Lonely Mountain for thousands of years. The gold coins and gems there are enough to fill the entire Long Lake. If we can really drive away the dragon, we will all become the richest people in the world. Not even the kings of Rohan and Gondor."
"Real or fake?"
"Nonsense, of course, it's true!"
The residents of Changhu Town became more and more excited. In the end, they all agreed and shouted loudly: "The mayor is wise, and the mayor is mighty! Let us help the dwarves, drive away the evil dragon, and retake the city under the mountain!"
"Yes, drive away the dragon and take back the city below the mountain!"
The mayor enjoyed the moment proudly…
….
That night, Changhu Town was rarely lively. Countless residents ran out of their homes and sang and danced in the corridors and danced, jubilantly jumping and drinking. Everyone's face was full of hope and hope.
That is endless wealth, and if they get a little bit, their lives will be turned upside down. This is something everyone should be happy about.
However, when one person heard the news, his face was not very good. He hurried from the house, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the mayor and the dwarves.
"No, no!" he exclaimed.
The sudden turmoil in the crowd made the anger of the originally happy party slightly suffocate. Seeing the person coming, the mayor frowned, and Alfred jumped out directly.
"Bud, what do you want to do?" Alfred called to Bud.
On such a festive day, how dare this Bud dare to cause trouble?
"Can't go, can't go to Lonely Mountain!" Bud quickly explained loudly.
"Can't go? Bud, I said you've lost your mind," Alfred said displeased, knowing that Carl had promised him that if the matter was completed, he would secretly give him 10% of the gold coins.
That's one percent!
Thinking about the countless wealth of the city under the mountain, even 10% is enough for him to wake up from a dream.
Thinking back over the past few years, he has made false accounts under the mayor's subordinates, collected scraps from the people, and used a small abacus everywhere to save a little pocket money.
The two are quite different in comparison.
So, how could he allow the nasty guy Bud to disrupt his plans?