Chapter 1008 990. Communication
The group of people ca out of the small house temporarily rented by Shani and Kalkestan.
This ti, not only was Shani standing at the door to see them off, but even Kalkstein was standing there waving.
Although everyone knew that the alchemy master was probably just waving at Lan En.
“Seriously,” Dandelion said with a strange expression on his way back to Novigrad.
"Although I am indeed the best poet in the world, this is not the first ti I have been ignored. But this ti I feel strange because I can't get angry at all."
Normally, when Dandelion went out to travel and collect stories, he would et rough nobles who were not interested in poetry or literature at all. It was also common for them to not give him face.
After all, there are many illiterate nobles in the world.
But at those tis, no matter whether Dandelion dared to do so publicly or not, secretly he always had bitter sarcasm and ridicule towards these people.
But when Lan En and Kalkestan were discussing just now, they basically ignored them as observers.
Because the group of people did not move in a hurry, it was already noon when they returned to Novigrad from the villages outside the city.
Triss and Lann sat on one side, while the poet, Geralt and Fluffy Ball sat on the opposite side.
Lann's hood nodded politely to Dandelion, and then walked around the dog **** in the middle of the road.
Dandelion is a genius, a literary genius, otherwise he would not have obtained seven liberal arts degrees from Ossenfurt University at such a young age.
Lan En suddenly called out to the old demon hunter who was holding a fork to separate the fish on the plate.
Lann said to Dandelion with a little complacency.
This is respect for knowledge and wisdom.
In the hall downstairs, there are several rows of long tables and small round stools arranged together like ordinary restaurants.
“Did you just say polite words to him, or did you really have any plans?”
“You told Kalkstein in the morning that you had a project that you wanted to collaborate with.”
They ordered a table on the second floor corridor of the Kingfisher Tavern and prepared to have lunch.
The great poet's face twisted.
The white wolf looked up while chewing the food in his mouth.
Kingfisher Tavern’s lunch nu today is tuna, which the boss just bought fresh from the fishing boat returning from the port in the morning.
Triss brushed aside her hanging red hair and took a spoonful of onion soup to her mouth, but she looked at Lan En and asked.
Of course, the expenses have already been paid by Triss.
Everyone was shouting, so no one cared about what other people at the table said.
That's why he is unfamiliar with this feeling.
Because he is usually the one with the upper hand in knowledge and wisdom.
They all make loud noise a guarantee of privacy.
“I don’t have any polite words for a practical person like him. Geralt.”
The two n squeezed the kitten in the middle and put the food on a plate so that the kitten, who could not reach the table, could eat it.
Lan En still did not take off his hood and was not ready to eat. He just put his elbows on the table and watched his friends eat.
Solid wood table paired with silk-covered benches stuffed with cotton, it’s a complete set.
Geralt nodded solemnly in front of Dandelion and used his hoarse voice to 'comfort' him.
But he couldn't get angry.
“Showing wisdom often brings respect. The more educated a person is, the more they will respect wisdom. It’s normal that you can’t control yourself, Dandelion.”
It goes well in smoked fish sandwiches and pan-fried fish fillets.
As she walked, Triss held Lan En's arm and giggled, her flowers trembling.
Dandelion called the sorceress 'the most generous beauty I have ever seen'.
“Showing force will gain awe, and if paired with bloodthirst and cruelty, you will gain fear. But wisdom is different, man.”
The Kingfisher Tavern is considered a high-end restaurant in Novigrad. There are only three tables in the corridor on the second floor, each of which is more than two ters apart.
"Oh, thank you very much." Dandelion sneered angrily, "Please pay attention to the mixture of dog feces and chicken feathers two steps in front of you. Don't step on it, Lan. This is out of respect for you as a cultural person. And made a reminder.”
Just like when two doctors are discussing a problem, even if the primary school students who are observing are treated as nothing, the primary school students will not feel that sothing is wrong.
Noisy chatter, shouting after drinking, and even minstrels playing instrunts in the tavern to heat up the atmosphere.
“I will, thank you for reminding .”
Because he couldn't get in the mouth at all.
From Triss’ perspective, he could only see the top of the hood on the flannel ball swaying.
Even feeling that I was a bit ungrateful for interjecting between the two of them.
Lann’s hood moved up and down.
“Aweso, Master Dan. Lan En is praising you as a cultural person.”
“How many people are looking my way in this pub?”
"There are five people in the lobby on the first floor, and there is one person at the innermost table on the second floor. He has been going back and forth between the first and third floors since just now. He looks very busy. I think he just wants to pass by the second floor a few tis. "
Geralt said lightly.
Witchers do not participate in politics based on the principle of neutrality established during the Order, but their senses and training make them naturally more powerful than ordinary senior spies. After all, when completing a commission in the wild, the deford spiders lurking in the piles of rotten leaves and the eyes of those cold-blooded beasts observing their prey are definitely much more hidden than spies.
But Geralt killed more shape-shifting spiders than there were cattle and sheep on a farm.
From the mont he sat down to eat, he had already observed many signs.
After Geralt said these words at Lann's request, Dandelion stopped holding the fork and spoon in his hands and his eyes widened.
Triss, on the other hand, was much better than him. She was just a little surprised and alert at the sa ti.
“Who are these people? What do they want to do?”
Knowing that soone was staring at Lan En, Triss's voice beca colder.
It’s just that the person involved still looked nonchalant.
“There are many possibilities for temple guards, spies from various houses in Novigrad, and even gangsters to be informants.”
Lan scratched his head through his hood.
“Although I’m wearing a cloak, my figure is still a bit too eye-catching.”
The growth state controlled by gene seeds allows his muscle dinsions to increase simultaneously with his height.
This caused him to sit on the sa bench as Triss, but compared to normal people, he looked like a tall and strong man and a short, thin man.
“I am too conspicuous, and”
As Lan spoke, he raised his chin towards Dandelion across the table.
“Dandelion, you are a famous bard. You should have heard those stories about ?”
Speaking of the professional field, the poet's face also beca serious.
“Yes, I was just trying to remind you of this.”
"Lan En, although those praises of your heroic actions seed to to be true, what should I say? In terms of the singing of poems and the dissemination of stories, the current situation seems... abnormal! Do you understand? "
Dandelion picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, and with the two naughty mustaches on his mouth, he leaned forward and looked at his friend across the table.
“Geralt also told last night that on the way to Novigrad, a farr and his daughter could recognize you at a glance. Is this possible? Isn’t this ridiculous enough?”
"So I guess, Lan En. Soone, or several waves of people, spent a lot of money to make your story spread. In a way that is definitely not the normal way of spreading in the bard industry. "
Dandelion seed to have discovered so amazing conspiracy, and lowered his voice, wanting to tell his friends about the conspiracy.
As he spoke, his smart eyes wandered around, as if he felt that everyone passing by might be a bad guy.
"You have to believe , Lan En. I've been doing this for a long ti. What tricks haven't I seen?"
“Whenever a group of people wants to create certain effects and achieve certain goals through public opinion, we are indispensable.”
"Do you still rember the poem I wrote for you? That song "Noble Fury". I actually wrote it a long ti ago, but when I saw that the market situation was not right, I suppressed it and never sang it in public until now. ”
“If I had made this public, I would have followed your trend and made a lot of money!”
Dandelion said, feeling a little proud of himself.
He is very confident in his poetry. In his opinion, those bards and playwrights who have gained so fa by telling the story of Lan En's mythical performance in the war are nothing more than this.
In other words, it only took a wave of traffic bonuses to get up, and the capabilities are simply a ss.
As soon as he appears, this group of people will have to lie down and won't even be able to eat.
For this reason, he was actually a little intoxicated with self-sacrifice.
After all, he gave up the largest traffic bonus on the mainland in the past century for Lan En.
Lann scratched his head again at Dandelion's narcissism, but it didn't matter. He seed to have sacrificed himself for himself.
So all he could say was: "Thank you, Dandelion."
What the poet wants is this sentence, psychological satisfaction is better than material satisfaction. He imdiately felt at ease.
But after thanking him, Lan En spoke again to everyone at the table.
“So, the situation is not optimistic now.”
“Currently, no one dares to take action against on the physical level, at least until they are in a hurry and are sure of it. But this kind of side action has always been there, and the trend is getting more and more intense.”
“Then what do you want to do?”
Triss looked worried. She held her hand on the back of Lan En's hand and stared at him closely.
“Karkestan.”
Lann spit out the na, and at the sa ti he lifted up the corners of the cloak and placed part of the large cloak on the table.
“It’s difficult to have illusion equipnt that can change your appearance all the ti. Even a warlock who is not proficient in illusion would have a hard ti using it, let alone a demon hunter.”
“But I don’t necessarily have to use that thing. I basically dress like this when I go out now. No one can see my face clearly, only my figure is still prominent. But..."
"but?"
Geralt asked in confusion.
“But this is actually just a cloak. As long as so strange but not difficult alchemy techniques are used, even an ordinary cloak can make the wearer appear tall and strong?”
"Now, my reputation is growing. As long as a famous poet puts out an advertisent, he says, 'As long as you put on the special cloak, you can be as tall and burly as that hero.' How many people will be tempted, buy it, What about wearing it?”
Geralt and Triss were still a little confused, but the eyes of the poet, who had been working in the "communications" industry for more than ten years, gradually brightened.
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