Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1155 1137. Feeling
"So you want me to believe that the beautiful sapphire ring on your finger was given to a, uh, lovely halfling?"

Margarita and Lan walked in the luxurious and bright corridors of Aretusa Academy.

The charming dean held the witcher's arm and smiled sweetly, looking like a couple going to a party.

Harmonious and well-matched.

Even the sorceress students and teachers who passed by the two of them became much more obedient because of this.

But the perceptive Lan En heard the sarcasm in Margarita's seemingly gentle words.

"A hobbit, to be exact."

The Demon Hunter explains this question.

"They are different from the halflings we have here, and Bilbo is a very nice man! He was in trouble, so I helped him. You know me, Rita."

"Yes, I know you." The headmistress glanced at the witcher with a smile, her eyes made more attractive by the eyeshadow, "The great and bright goddess knight."

The flannel ball that followed closely behind the two tilted its head very deliberately, as if it had suddenly discovered the beauty of Aretusa's gorgeous and historically rich wall decorations.

Now even Elu Cat could hear it, and Margarita stabbed Lan En lightly.

The witcher knew the character of the sorceress next to him very well, so he didn't say a word to her at all, but just held her hand and continued walking.

And sure enough, when Margarita realized that she failed to provoke a verbal dispute, she naturally calmed down.

Walk up from the bottom floor of Aretuza to the Loshar Palace, which is used to entertain foreign guests.

The two walked hand in hand and met many apprentices and teachers along the way. Of course, the news of Lan En's reappearance spread.

Among them are flannel balls, which are cute yet have obvious signs of wisdom and civilization, attracting the attention of everyone passing by.

However, the people in the Sorcerer Academy are, after all, high-level intellectuals in this world, and they did not mistake the Feline for the little cats living in the Northern Reserve.

But no one seemed too surprised. They just thought it was a calico cat that had gained wisdom through some kind of magic or ritual and was domesticated.

In fact, when Lan En was at the toll booth on the bridge and took the Qilin and the fluffy ball with him to take shelter from the rain, their presence would definitely be discovered.

Lan En and the others didn't care, so there was no need to hide from others.

However, Felynx still attracted some strange looks.

It's not because of anything else, but because of the issue of 'cat'.

In the general public's stereotype, identities such as witches and sorcerers are naturally associated with mysterious and untamable cats.

The 'witch with a cat' is a common image in drama and poetry.

And because sorceresses generally have a spirit of rebellion against the world, they basically deliberately avoid keeping cats.

In order to rebel against the secular world, these strong women would even let their hair down like prostitutes. So what if they deliberately don't keep a certain type of pet?
Going up all the way to the floor where the dean's office was, Margarita took Lan's arm and pushed the door open.

Tishaya sat on a cashmere bench facing the gate, leisurely opened a bottle of East of the East red wine produced in Toussaint, and sipped it slowly from an exquisite silver cup.

Dongzhidong red wine is Toussaint's national treasure red wine. In the same year, it is even more expensive than Avrosse.

When Lan and Margarita entered, the sorceress was carefully moving the three cups on the table, trying to make them perfectly symmetrical.

She raised her eyes and saw Lan En coming in. The first thing she said was, "You're missing a ring?"

The witcher froze and licked his lips.

Why don't you look at it so carefully?!

With Margarita's eyes watching the fun, Lan En could only tell Tishaya the story again.

The former dean of Aretusa was much more indifferent. He nodded without comment and stopped pestering.

Normally, Tishaya, who is already working at the Association of Talents and Skills, should be running around at this time.

However, Tishaya had said before that she planned to align her work and vacation time with Lan's travel time in the celestial intersection rift.

So Lan En was not surprised to see Tishaya had already poured red wine on the table.

Margarita and Lan were able to accommodate Tishaya's obsession with symmetry, so they sat down according to where she had placed her cups.

There were a lot of snacks in Margarita's office, which she took out and gave to the fluff ball.

The kitten who couldn't drink alcohol therefore happily squatted at the table and started eating the snacks.

As if it was some kind of custom, Lan En spoke first, briefly describing his journey to the intersection of the celestial spheres.

The world called Arda, the immortal elves, the hobbits, the lonely mountain of dwarves, the dragons.
This is a scenery and journey that even the oldest group of wizards have never seen.

"A world with a clear creator god?"

Margarita's half body was lazily leaning against the cashmere armrest of the chair, and the full and white curve of her chest was pressed into an overflowing pancake shape.

Her slender fingers drew circles on the rim of the silver cup, and her tone was full of wonder. Although she had shown her superficiality and neglect of "knowledge about the gods" last time, Tishaya had severely made her make up for it.

It almost reminded her of her school days.

But the God of Creation?!

Even among the most mysterious and insane religious sects in the world, none of them dare to be involved in this concept.

The most common concept of the flame revered by the Church of Eternal Fire is: to drive away evil and danger and illuminate the path of hope for the future.

It is a concept that looks to the future rather than tracing back to the roots.

It’s not that they don’t want to, but because the history of humans and elves is relatively clear.

They are all outsiders who came to this world through the intersection of celestial spheres, and even the time and place of landing are well documented.

If the concept of the creator God is really brought up, what role should be played by these outsiders who, after gaining a foothold, carry out ethnic cleansing of the indigenous people?

Therefore, any religious person in this world who has studied theology to a certain level, sufficient to develop the embryonic form of a sect, tacitly avoids studying the most fundamental concepts that best reflect the orthodoxy of theology.

Compared to the students' undisciplined and unruly behavior, Tishaya still sat in her seat dignifiedly and properly.

However, her ascetic face, paired with a wide-cut dress that was not unusual among female sorcerers but was still considered "bold" on the market, created a contrasting beauty.

Different from the new generation of warlocks who are obsessed with power struggles and use them to gain material enjoyment, Tishaya's thinking is more "old-fashioned", that is, a "magic researcher".

As soon as the concept of [God of Creation] came out of Lan En's mouth, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is there anything I can see?"

Her eyes scanned Lann eagerly.

The demon hunter shrugged and pulled out the Arondite from his waist.

It seems that because the power of the world of Arda is always not so obvious, this long sword with a beautiful curve and exquisite and complex rune carvings on the blade now looks no different from the original at first glance.

But only if you look carefully and deeply with a calm mind, can you discover that the entire body of the knife exudes a layer of psychedelic, faint light.

Tishaya carefully stretched out her hand and lightly placed her fingertips on the cold blade.

Her brows and eyes suddenly relaxed, as if she felt the incomparable purity and light, these beautiful things.

But Tishaya had strong self-control. Although she felt a sense of relaxation and comfort from mind to body, she was still able to retract her fingers.

But there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"This is indeed a higher power than ever before."

She watched Lan sheath the long knife.

"I simply cannot understand how such a high-level power could manifest in such an inconspicuous form."

"Power is hidden in the invisible." Lan En explained his conclusion to Tishaya, "and in this case, the power that can be clearly manifested is even more terrifying."

For example, the power that Lady Galadriel spread to the distant sky at that time.

"Then that world must be very dangerous." Margarita held her wine glass and looked at the demon hunter with a worried look. "A silent weapon may hide dangerous power."

This is indeed the case, whether it is Glamdring in Gandalf's hands or Ocrest who has already belonged to Thorin.

At first glance, these two swords are just beautiful and smooth sword shapes, with the unique artistic style of the Elves of Arda.

Even Lan had to examine them closely with Elrond before he was sure that the two swords were weapons of the same level as the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, which had not been adjusted and infused with the Light of the Two Trees.

"It was indeed a bit dangerous. My master-level bear school armor was completely burned to pieces."

Lan En said as he took a sip from his wine glass.

"But he's fine."

"That's good." Margarita looked Lan En up and down seriously and confidently. After confirming that he was not hiding any heart-wrenching injuries, she nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, the current dean of Aretusa subconsciously yawned a little.

Lan En put the wine glass down from his mouth, his nostrils flared and he frowned.

"Are you drinking the energy potion again? Are you so busy right now?"

During the previous Northern War, Margarita drank a lot of energy potions to keep a clear mind in order to deal with the endless affairs.

Later, Lan En took the time to improve the formula, and now the energy potion has various options such as apple flavor and orange flavor.

Margarita had no intention of hiding it from him. She just rubbed her eyes, which were slightly tearful from yawning, and spoke.

"Now the situation is getting tense again. You know what I mean, right, dear? There is no time to relax."

(End of this chapter)