Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1038 1020. Movement
Tom Bombadil took off his pointed hat. Under his hat was his slightly bald brown hair.

Paired with the beard that hangs down to his chest, the messy look looks like the red leaves all over the ground in autumn.

The table full of food doesn't actually have anything special to say about it.

But unexpectedly, after these ordinary ingredients were placed on the table, they all gave off an aroma that made Lan Endu feel his stomach wriggle.

It seems as if it is incredibly nutritious.

At first, the velvet ball just stuck out its tongue politely and licked the milk in the cup, but soon it naturally started to hold the cup with one paw and grasp the white bread with the other little paw, moving left and right.

Lan's situation was much better than that of the fluff ball, and he still perfectly maintained his demeanor as a guest.

But after the food entered his esophagus, he felt a sense of satisfaction almost immediately.

It's as if the whole body is moisturized.

Qilin's dinner plate was placed on the windowsill, allowing him to put his head in and eat, which was considered eating at the same table.

Tom and Goldberry sat on the other side of the table, happily watching the guests eating and drinking. He also took out a pipe, smoked it, and blew out smoke rings.

Lan En pursed his lips, then stood up under Tom's smiling eyes.

The flannel ball was now completely addicted to the meal. It pulled Lan En's arm while looking longingly at the fresh cream in the distance on the table.

"This is a most beautiful thing. The old willow tree is not an evil creature, it is just too xenophobic and wild. It was born with the entire forest, but it is sincerely bored by the creatures that can move freely in the forest. ”

Damn it, is even the water on this table so tempting?

But even so, all the food on the entire table was inexplicably endless, and there was always no shortage of food.

There was still bread in its mouth, so it could only moan.

"Of course!"

"Um, what?" After the rising smoke and smell of tobacco, Tom lazily raised his eyes.

"You don't hide your extraordinary abilities, whether you control the point where the celestial sphere meets the fissure at will, teach that old willow tree a lesson, or now invite us to be our guests. So I think you won't mind introducing yourself."

"Poetry and music! Phew~"

Lan En took a sip of the water in the cup and controlled himself so that he would not drink it all in one go.

"Thank you."

"Excuse me, ma'am. Could you pass me the bowl of whipped cream?"

"But don't worry about it. As long as I'm watching, it can't harm others. It can only scare others."

Putting the bowl of fresh cream next to the kitten, the flannel ball let go of its little paw on Lan En's arm and started eating.

"That's why I stopped you. Of course, there's also the reason why it sings really beautifully."

In order to divert his attention from these simple yet inexplicably attractive foods, Lan En looked at the short old man enjoying his tobacco time leisurely and asked cautiously and politely.

Its performance was even more exaggerated than a velvet ball, burying its head directly in the milk bucket. When the cow drinks, Cologne's efficient eating ability makes it move like a water pump.

"Then, sir, who are you?"

"If you look after it yourself, then I guess it really has little chance of doing anyone any harm."

"Ah, this lovely little guest."

Tom exhaled a puff of smoke with enjoyment before responding to Lan En's question.

"You asked me who I was, Lane. But you already knew my name, and that was the only answer. I have no other name."

"All I can say is that you are still young, but I am too old. I am the oldest of all things. Lan En, my friend, mark my words-"

"Tom was there before the rivers and trees. Tom saw the first drop of rain fall and the first acorn grow. I roamed here before the big guys came and saw The arrival of those little ones.”

"Tom was here before the elves began to migrate westward, before the seas moved. And he lived in the age of fearlessness under the stars of the dark night, before the dark king emerged from the realm of the void."

Listening to Tom's description and the misty smell of pipeweed, Lan inexplicably felt that a grand piece of music began to play in his ears or in his mind.

There are countless ups and downs and waves in that movement, as well as harmonies that are either magnificent or numerous.

But he just listened blankly, completely unable to understand.

But although it is incomprehensible, it is different from those dangerous enemies or weird powers before.

This piece of music made Lan En feel comfortable and calm, without any discomfort.

"So...you are the God of Creation?"

"Creation God? No no! I'm not!"

Tom quickly laughed and denied it.

"I like singing and listening to songs, but composing the big movement that creates the world? No, I can't do it."

After all, he still didn't accurately tell what kind of existence he was.

In Lan En's ears, the extremely magnificent and beautiful music gradually faded away as Tom finished his story.

He was immersed in the indescribable and beautiful feeling, almost subconsciously, his eyes became deeper and he turned on [Spirit Vision].

But nothing changed, everything in his field of vision was as normal as if he had done nothing.

Old Tom seemed to feel the change in his gaze, and opened his arms wide, with a cheerful look of 'Welcome to see me'.

It was only then that Lan En suddenly came back to his senses and quickly turned off his vision towards the essence of things. Lan knew better than anyone the consequences of seeing something 'unbearable'.

After all, the first alien creature he came into contact with was an evil god who could make people go crazy and mutate their bodies just by being seen.

He wasn't sure how high Old Tom's status was, but judging from just a few words, this was by no means something his current vision was qualified to see clearly.

In other words, the consequences after seeing it clearly are basically unbearable.

"I thought that a being like you would be more repulsive to alien creatures."

Lan En pinched his eyelids generously and said.

"As long as it is a kind and beautiful life." This time it was Goldberry beside Tom who spoke, smiling as gracefully as ever, "then the world will welcome him."

"Does that sound like a compliment?"

Lan En pressed his eyes and said with a smile.

"Why not, Lan En?" Tom smiled cheerfully.

"Believe me, from the moment you step into this world, I know more about you than you think!"

"The little girl who gave you the blessing on the blade, when she came to play, I didn't do anything!"

"Speaking of this." Lan En pressed the handle of the Lake Lady Sword on his waist.

"The little girl you talked about met a friend when she came here to play. She asked me to bring her greetings."

"A true friendship."

Goldberry smiled and praised.

But Tom waved his hand quickly.

"I know what you want to ask, but I don't know where she is. I don't know. Or shouldn't know many things outside of this old forest. I prefer to inquire about information from others."

"If you want to find her, you have to take action yourself."

Tom's words made Lan En curl his lips. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the fun and rules of this ancient life and paranormal existence.

Tom's habit of not wanting to do things through force, but preferring to obtain information through interpersonal communication, is actually relatively easy to understand.

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

Lan shrugged.

"So, I can leave on my own later? That's good. My worst expectation was that you might detain me, an alien from this world."

Old Tom shook his head quickly, his beard the color of red leaves swaying.

"That's not possible! I actually brought you here just to see the excitement. I won't do such a thing. You can come and go freely!"

"Then how can I thank you for this treat?"

Lan En raised the water glass in his hand and pointed at the bread, butter, honey and other things that both Velvet Ball and Qilin were addicted to.

"Although I have little knowledge, I think these things must be very precious."

"No such thing, Lan. No such thing."

Old Tom stuffed some more pipe grass into his pipe and said happily.

"They are all ordinary things, just some nutrients to nourish your body. You don't have to feel bad at all. The moment you came here, you have already stepped into the big music. You also heard some just now Simple note, isn't it?"

The holder of the pipe was twirled around Old Tom's ear, tracing the shape of the notes.

"What a touching piece of music. The moment you step in, the trembling notes begin to change happily. Trust me."

Old Tom deliberately lowered his voice, with a narrow smile on his face, and leaned forward towards Lan En.

"The composer of this movement would also like it!"

"So." Lan En scratched his head a little numbly and said, "I have actually completed my mission the moment I stepped into this world?"

"nonsense!"

Tom decisively fanned the smoke in front of him: "Destiny will not realize itself! Subjective initiative, young man! Subjective initiative! You can't read books in vain!"

"Let Old Tom warn you - nihilism is not advisable!"

"Huh?. Oh, oh."

Lan En blinked and nodded blankly.

When Old Tom saw this, he nodded frequently with satisfaction and joy.

"Good boy!"

"You will sleep here tonight." Jinberry said softly, "You are Tom Bombadil's guests. Under the protection, there will be absolutely no evil spirits or visions to disturb your sleep. ”

"Tomorrow!" Tom said with full energy. "I have a feeling that tomorrow will be a good day, and it will be comfortable to travel, just right for you to travel! Have a good rest tonight."

"Premonition?" Lan En asked back.

"Of course, I'm not a weather forecasting expert." Tom waved his hand indifferently. "So I can't say too much, it's just a hunch. Just let nature take its course! Haha!"

(End of this chapter)