Chapter 1037: 1019 River Daughter Asylum

Chapter 1037 1019. Asylum of the River Daughter

"please forgive."

Tom Bombadil, who was walking happily in front and leading the way, repeated it again.

“Excuse me, my guest from afar.”

This forest does not look 'friendly'. Many shadows cast by the branches cast a shadow over the path, and most of these trees have twisted and proliferated wood burrs.

Just like the old willow tree, after looking at it for a long time, these wood tumors seem to have the outline of a human face. He was looking down at the people passing by on the path.

But Lan En only occasionally looked around. On the contrary, Qilin and Linbuqiu, who were following behind, seemed to be looking at the surrounding trees with great vigilance because of the old willow tree.

As if afraid that there will be branches that look like living things again, they will suddenly and violently lash out.

“No, Old Tom,” Lan said softly, “What do you want me to forgive? I don’t quite understand.”

“Ah” Tom Bombadil smiled a little awkwardly, raised his hand and scratched his forehead under the brim of his pointed hat.

"Excuse me, I brought you here, but when I went out to pick you up, I was enjoying the flowers and grass on the road and completely forgot about the real thing."

Walking with Tom Bombadil, no one would probably feel awkward or reserved. Although Lan En and he had only known each other for a few minutes, their conversation was natural and comfortable, without forcing the topic or worrying about the atmosphere. feeling of fatigue.

Old Tom said apologetically.

If he told Lan En that he forgot about business because he was admiring the scenery, Lan En would probably not believe it.

“It’s just a matter of name.” Lan En shrugged indifferently, and this simple action made Tom laugh again.

“You call this phenomenon [the intersection of the sky and the spheres]? Ah, this is actually not very accurate. After all, the world was not spherical as it is now many years ago, but the sky was round and the squares were flat!”

As we walked, the **** of the path began to rise, and the sound of gurgling water entered our ears.

And ‘I brought you here’?

“Tom, you mean you modified the connection point where the celestial sphere meets the rift?”

All the 'unfriendliness' they felt in the woods before disappeared. The forest had come to an end, and they stepped onto a circle of green grass.

But strangely, following Old Tom, Lan felt that there was no sense of violation in this statement.

This man has a unique temperament that makes Lan En feel relaxed and happy.

If faced with ordinary aborigines, Lan En would probably say that he "comes from some distant country", which is quite effective most of the time.

Ms. Huzhong said that she made friends in this world, probably a very long time ago.

This is one of the reasons why Lan told Tom the truth directly.

But this at least shows that this world is not absolutely hostile to visitors from outside the world.

Tom raised the brim of his hat and turned his head back, showing Lan En a kind and happy smile.

The meandering river became turbulent here, seeming to welcome their arrival with a smile.

The little old man walked briskly and happily in front of the tall witcher, as if just walking made him feel happy.

“I call it ‘the little wave in the void’.”

 If in the Magical Middle Ages, an old man could disperse the thunder clouds summoned by Qilin without making a sound, and also beat an ancient tree man with a wooden stick until it looked like an erring grandson.

“Sit down! Sit down, everyone! Let us greet you!”

Tom shouted enthusiastically, and at the same time, he and Goldberry began to rush in and out. It's just that Jinberry's movements are always as graceful as a dance, and can even make those watching feel an auditory hallucination with a soundtrack.

Old Tom is much more lively and unrestrained. And it is undeniable that even though the two of them have different styles, they always match each other very well.

Qilin also put its head in the window and looked at it curiously. Its hooves thumped on the wooden floor outside.

Then he raised his head, and the Qilin's horns hit the window frame, making a "bang" sound, and Qilin himself screamed in surprise.

“Oh, it seems that this friend is still a little uncomfortable outside. Come on, let Old Tom adjust.”

With that said, Tom ran out on his short legs, mumbling and singing a ditty as he walked.

“Old Tom is a happy guy~ He is wearing a light blue coat and yellow boots that are warm~”

“Ms. Goldberry, please forgive my foolish question.”

Lan En looked away from the back of the short old man who had just left the house, and after considering the address, he spoke cautiously.

Goldberry placed the dinner plates on the polished and shiny black wood table while looking at Lan En with a smile.

“I have a rough idea, but I still want to confirm it with you.”

Lan En brushed the silver hair that fell in front of his eyes behind his ears. Jinberry looked at his face with eyes of praise and appreciation.

The witcher smiled and asked seriously.

“Tom Bombadil, who is this person named?”

“That’s him.” Jinberry still maintained an elegant smile and movements. "The man you look at as he walks out the door. The owner of forests, waters and hills."

“Then the above-mentioned ‘forests, rivers and hills’ and the entire land belong to him?”

“Of course not, dear guest.”

The smile on Jinberry's face gradually faded. This was the first time since they met.

“That is too heavy a burden. All creatures born and raised here have autonomous rights. Tom Bombadil is just the master. No force can interfere with him. He is just the master.”

“This description seems a bit too poetic.”

As Lan En spoke, he took the silver tableware handed over by Jinberry and helped arrange the flannel **** next to him.

“It’s good for poetry, but for self-introduction, please forgive me, I can’t quite understand it.”

"Then why don't you ask him yourself? He must know everything about you."

Goldberry smiled kindly.

“Yeah! Why don’t you just ask me?”

Old Tom opened the door with a creak and his short figure walked in with a high head.

"And what's wrong with poetry? Poetry and music, I say, there is nothing more inspiring in the world!"

“Goldenberry! Are we ready for the feast? Is the table filled with yellow cheese, pure honey, white bread, and fresh cream?”

“Of course, everything is ready.”

Goldberry pulled out a chair for Tom, and Old Tom was not polite. He jumped on it, turned his head and turned behind him, and smiled gratefully at Goldberry.

“Then eat and drink, guests. Eat, drink, chat, and get to know each other. Ha! I haven’t seen my guests for a long time!”