Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1149 1131. The moment of separation

Bilbo didn’t know what Gandalf said, but fortunately they were old friends who had been traveling together for more than a year.

The hobbits have adapted to Gandalf's mysterious and incommunicative appearance.

Mr. Baggins himself summed up a set of rules: when the situation is not critical and the wizard speaks to you in riddles, it is best to listen to him.

So although he was already very irritable about gold, Bilbo still kept Gandalf's words in mind.

They were preparing to dig out the money from a troll lair that they had discovered when they broke into Rivendell before, and took it with them on their way home.

Beorn, the skin-changer, followed them for a while because he was on his way.

This seemingly ferocious big man was similar in stature to Lan En. Lan En felt that if the talents of his race could receive formal druid training, they would have a bright future.

But people have their own lives and fun, so what can others say about them?

Bion laughed and sang heartily along the way, and when they arrived at the big wooden house where he lived, the three of them also enjoyed his hospitality.

The skin-changer is a big guy, but a vegetarian.

He lived on wheat, nuts, vegetables and fruits, and entertained the three guests with fine mead and milk.

It's just that Bilbo and Fluffy Ball had a hard time using the tableware here. After all, this tableware was made for people of the size of Beorn and Lan.

After saying goodbye to Bion, the three of them returned along the same path as the Restoration Expedition.

The overall destination is the Shire, the home of the hobbits, a peaceful and peaceful place. Gandalf and Lan couldn't let Bilbo, a hobbit, go on the road alone in the dangerous wilderness.

To be honest, if a place was full of hobbits, Lan En really didn't know how that place could not be peaceful, peaceful and leisurely.

Maybe the aroma of cooking smoke and food will continue to float out? After all, each hobbit normally eats seven meals a day, and more when his appetite improves.

And it happened to be a coincidence that the celestial sphere intersection that Lan En was looking for was in the old forest, and Shire was right next to the old forest.

In the fresh air and unhurried journey, Bilbo often dragged his small box containing treasures onto his horse, and then hurriedly dug out parchment and quills from his own package.

I began to lie on the box and write paragraph after paragraph in deep thought.

"By the way, what are you writing, meow?"

The kitten, who got along well with the hobbit, squatted on the pony's back and watched curiously as the hobbit wrote the handwriting it didn't recognize.

This is adding weight to the already impatient pony, but thanks to the flannel ball, while eating the snacks brought from Beorn's house, he also leans over to stuff a handful into the pony's mouth from time to time.

So Hobbit ponies are okay with that.

"I'm writing, uh" Bilbo was a little embarrassed at first, but after experiencing so many adventures, he was no longer the hobbit he once was.

So he finally said calmly: "I have always wanted to write a memoir, my memoir. I want to record all of this adventure, everyone and everything."

"This way, even when I'm old in the future, I can still sit on a comfortable lounge chair in Bag End and watch what I've experienced."

At this time, they walked to the hilly field outside Rivendell.

Back here, Radagast led the way, and Lan En and the Gushan Restoration Expedition met for the first time.

At that time, the dwarves just killed three trolls, rummaged through their caves, and found three good swords from the elves of the First Age.

It was mid-morning, and what they saw when they looked back was the sun shining on the endless land.

In the distance lies the dark jungle, which is dark green even at this season.

At the edge of the horizon is the lonely mountain. The snow on its highest peak has never melted and still reflects dazzling light.

"After the fire comes white ice and snow, and even the dragons will have their end."

The hobbits summarized their previous journey in a tone full of emotion, and countless feelings of fatigue and homesickness suddenly appeared in their tone.

"I wish I could just lie down on my comfy chaise longue in Bag End."

As the hobbit spoke, he leaned over again and recorded the inspiration he had just gained from the scene into his memoirs.

The witcher and the unicorn walked past the pony. The human head and the ancient dragon's head were very synchronized. The two heads stretched out curiously, looking at the hobbit's strokes.

"How about adding 'all things must come to an end' at the end?"

The witcher tasted Bilbo's words and gave suggestions based on his own artistic accomplishment on horseback.

But before Bilbo could react, Lan shook his head.

"No, it's not good. Just leave it as is."

"The autobiography of The Hobbit should be light-hearted in style. It is just enough for a superficial exploration of in-depth discussions. This level is very suitable."

Mr. Baggins nodded casually and complacently, expressing his recognition of Lan En's appreciation.

"It's so well written, Bilbo. The writing style is casual, natural and elegant. It's much better than those verbal poems that show off literary talent."

The witcher then sighed, but Bilbo looked at Lan En in surprise.

"Um?"

The hobbit looked at the parchment in his hand and then at the witcher, his expression a little embarrassed. "Actually, I also used a lot of unusual and gorgeous affixes. They were really not gorgeous enough. Did you mean 'complicated'?"

"Trust me, Bilbo." The witcher made an accordion-like gesture with his hands on the horse. "No one knows the so-called 'gorgeous writing style' better than me."

"I know a very talented poet, but he always uses his brains to write poems to please women. Although he has fulfilled his talent in the end, if he writes too much, it seems very pretentious. Do you understand?"

"Uh-oh."

Bilbo, who obviously wanted to write his memoirs in a more gorgeous way, couldn't say whether he was encouraged or discouraged at this time. He could only nod his head frustratedly.

Gandalf was blowing smoke rings leisurely in front, and only listened attentively when he was talking about poetry in the back. His old face was nodding with his eyes closed, as if he was in full agreement.

Then I was immersed in the fragrance of pipe grass.

The three of them walked together for several weeks, and finally reached the edge of the old forest at a leisurely pace.

Further ahead is Ciel, and this is already a tacit moment of farewell.

"May your heroic deeds be immortalized in the epic, Lan En."

When they reached the peaceful land covered with green grass, the hobbit stretched out his hand towards the witcher.

The tall witcher bent down and took it.

On his shoulder, the ball of fluff also smiled and waved to Bilbo with his eyes narrowed.

"Bye Meow!"

Ellu is naturally optimistic and cheerful. Although she is reluctant to leave her new friends, she feels very happy when Bilbo returns home as he wished.

Lan bent down and looked seriously into the hobbit's eyes.

"I must reiterate that it is an honor to meet you, Mr. Baggins."

"I have a gift for you."

"What?" Bilbo was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head in rejection. "No, no, Lan. I've got enough."

"It's not gold." Lan En withdrew his hand, but did not straighten up. He just took off a ring with a square sapphire from his finger and handed it to the hobbit.

"This is magic. No, the soul stone ring. It can protect your soul, to a certain extent."

The magic of the flame world is to shape the soul and then project it out to form attack power.

The magic square stone ring can improve the wearer's resistance to magic. To a certain extent, it improves the soul's resistance.

Bilbo didn't know why Lan En gave him this. It was obvious that the dangerous adventure was over.

"Gandalf told me on the way that you might need this."

The witcher tilted his head towards the old wizard who stood upright behind him.

The old wizard now looked at the Hobbit with an unpredictable and uneasy smile on his face.

"You don't think I didn't notice, do you, Mr. Baggins? You can come and go without a trace and save the day all the way. It's not just luck and courage."

"You got a magic ring along the way, right? Although I don't know who made that gadget, I have to give you a piece of advice: It's best to use that thing less."

Gandalf vaguely realized that Bilbo should have obtained a magic ring while crossing the Misty Mountains.

This is not a big deal. After all, the magic ring is precious and precious, and it is ordinary and ordinary. Being able to become invisible is not a very powerful ability.

But out of concern for Bilbo, he decided to make the problem more serious and scare him.

Sure enough, Bilbo, who had returned to his hometown to relax mentally, quickly waved his hand to the wizard.

"Come on Gandalf, what would I do with it if there's no danger?"

"But you'd better accept it." Lan put the ring into Bilbo's hand, "just in case."

"But this is too expensive, Lan En!"

"Take it, just think it's for our friendship. Besides, I have a condition."

The demon hunter said slyly, but paired with the face with silver hair scattered in front of his forehead, it looked unflattering.

"Please just say it." Bilbo's expression was serious and solemn, as if he was ready to start a long adventure again in the next moment.

"We will always be true friends, Bilbo." Lan said with a chuckle.

"I heard that your afternoon tea time is at four o'clock, but as you know, I am an elusive person. If I pass by your door in the future and knock on the door when it is not on the hour, I hope you will not take me Shut out.”

The hobbit looked at each other seriously and exhaled a long breath.

"I will never turn you away, Lan. Never."

"Great friendship." Gandalf put his hands on his hips and smiled. "If everyone could value laughter and despise gold and silver as you do, then there might be no place for evil in this world."