Chapter 999 981. Novigrad
What made Geralt think something was wrong was why a farmer and his daughter who drove a donkey cart to deliver goods that they met on the road could actually know Lan En’s identity. Name.
Geralt is a veteran witcher who has been on the mainland for decades, and he is a little different from ordinary witchers.
——He has a friend, a friend who is a well-known poet and singer.
Dandelion often went on adventures with him, and was deeply involved in the Witcher's commissions, as well as in his daily life.
Even when their relationship could be called 'best friends', he witnessed Geralt's twists and turns of love.
Dandelion's talent allowed him to compile what he saw and heard into poetry and drama scripts.
Through the spread of these things, Geralt has gained a reputation and popularity that far exceeds that of ordinary witchers.
Although these stories combined are not as shocking as Lan En's performance in a war, there is no doubt that Geralt has been a celebrity in this world and this era.
The kind that is quite famous.
That's why he could sense something was wrong.
“You might not believe it yet.”
Lane said, tilting his head towards Geralt.
The two demon hunters continued walking on the road, without hurrying to speed up their pace. They seemed to be looking at the two men in front of them, the father and daughter, who were leading a donkey.
“I once made friends with a high-level vampire.”
"Are you kidding me? Are you the kind of advanced vampire I thought?"
"Don't be surprised, Geralt. Regis has a very good character, and he is also a blood-forbidden vampire. , even if you meet him, you will think that he is a decent gentleman, but the smell of coriander on his body is too strong."
The corners of the old demon hunter's mouth twitched slightly, obviously he had never thought about it. A high-level vampire, a monster that Vesemir let him turn around and run away without hesitation when he was teaching him. The most profound impression on Lan En was that he smelled of coriander?
"No, let's get back to the point. I saw his disguise at that time because he opened his mouth to my story. At that time, I had not done anything big yet. I was not famous."
“That’s what you say.” Geralt looked disbelieving and raised his chin towards the father and daughter who were walking with their donkeys on the road ahead. "Do you think they are also advanced vampires?"
"No, of course not. But it's not normal for them both to recognize me at a glance."
Lan En's hood shook from side to side.
What he did affected the entire north-south structure, and the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. This is indeed an unparalleled influence.
Even if this happened in his home world, his name would surely dominate the global trending headlines for several years, and even enter textbooks.
But this is the magical Middle Ages.
It is different from the information age in my home world.
In the information age, viral information can make a person become a celebrity in an instant and be recognized on the street.
But even this kind of person can only enjoy the treatment if he has over 100 million fans.
A person with only a few million fans walks on the road with a normal attitude. Basically no one will take a second look, let alone recognize him.
In this magical Middle Ages, although the things Lan En did were shocking, every well-informed bard pointed to these stories to make money.
But due to the speed and method of transmission, Lan En didn't think he would be recognized by any farmer he met on the road in the wild.
Being frightened by my own size is more than enough.
After all, ordinary farmers may encounter bards several times in their lives.
"Of course, it's not that there's something wrong with them. It's just."
Lane didn't finish his sentence, but Geralt understood what he meant.
There is no problem with the ‘audience’, but there is a problem with the ‘storyteller’.
“Your story spread too quickly and too widely.”
Geralt said with worry in his slightly hoarse voice.
I didn’t have any real feelings before. After all, he was traveling with a clear goal, and then went to Aretuosa to work and earn money.
But now that they are nosy on the road, they actually feel how big Lan En's reputation is now.
"But being famous isn't a good thing, cat?"
Flannel Ball, who had been sitting in front of Lan En, raised his head, with a puzzled look in the cat's big watery eyes.
Lan En smiled and patted the kitten on the head.
“Of course it is a good thing to be famous, but to be famous to this extent.”
Fame is a good thing worth pursuing throughout your life. It can make people feel the happiness and satisfaction of self-realization. The psychological comfort and encouragement are unparalleled.
Almost everyone who has escaped from worrying about the basic needs of life begins to pursue this kind of thing at some point.
Of course this thing is excellent.
But when a person gets used to the reputation surrounding him, and has regarded this ecstatic environment as the norm, what if the reputation disappears next?
The pain of detoxification is nothing more than this.
In other words, these heightened reputations are like ‘anesthetic powder’.
Whoever masters the 'narcotic powder' may master those who are addicted to the anesthetic powder.
Reputation can be a good thing, but it can also be a good 'dog leash'.
Hold on to those you can no longer live without.
Someone wants to influence me this way. Lan En looked at the muddy road under his feet and felt something subtle with interest.
And once you can exert influence, it means you can control.
——
Watching the farmer and his daughter finally reaching their destination on the road, the two witchers were able to speed up their progress and arrived at Novigrad that afternoon. Outside the city walls.
“While you can still see the unobstructed wilderness and sky, once you enter the city, you will feel that even the sky is divided and narrowed by buildings.”
Geralt said this to Lan En.
The outskirts of Novigrad are dotted with farms producing food, as well as village settlements formed by people who have no money to settle in the city, so they gather outside the city.
This is an alluvial plain created by the water of the Pontal River.
This is the rare time Lan En has seen a large piece of flat land in the Magical Middle Ages.
There are mills and windmills squeaking in circles in the wilderness. Even if the fertile land has not been taken care of, bright flowers, green grass, and trees can still grow.
The ever-changing blue sky and white clouds at the seaside look even more free and easy against the backdrop of a wilderness.
In the city of Novigrad, there are large areas of red roof tiles and stone walls. Although the dense buildings are messy, they also carry the unique vitality and vitality of the city.
Novigrad, Pearl of the North, City of Freedom.
It is widely believed that this is a city with the potential to become a world capital.
Lan En had a brief understanding of this city before coming here. The permanent population is more than 30,000, and the floating population is more than twice this number.
In this world similar to the European Middle Ages, it is a well-deserved large city.
Of course, if we want to talk about the grandeur and strangeness of the buildings, Yharnan and Lothric are still the pinnacles that Lan En has ever seen.
So Geralt was disappointed. Lan, who came to Novigrad for the first time, did not feel shocked by the rows of buildings.
For young people, this kind of urban atmosphere where many people live in a city makes them feel familiar and curious.
After all, with the current population density of Novigrad, he felt that it could be called 'lively'.
The two walked across a stone bridge spanning a shallow tributary of the Pontar River and entered the city through Novigrad's Glorious Gate.
This city, built on a delta where a river flows into the sea, cleverly uses the tributaries of the river as a moat.
Lan En's size and Qilin wearing a magical harness caused a commotion at the gate of the Glory Gate.
Although Novigrad is on the territory of Redania, the king of Redania has no right to send soldiers to garrison it.
The local violent organization responsible for managing order is the Temple Guard under the Eternal Fire Sect.
Although their clothes are also red and white, the red represents the ‘eternal fire’.
The temple guards who were responsible for entering the city were obviously confused, but people in big cities should have heard the stories about the Civil War and the Battle of Sodden Mountain.
A leader of the temple guards obviously recognized Lan En. He did not do anything extra, but asked the two demon hunters to pay the money and enter the city according to the rules.
Although actually 'paying money according to the rules' is quite abnormal.
After entering the city walls, Novigrad is truly revealed to people.
The bustling crowds of people dressed in various colors all have their own goals. The crowds are flowing, and everyone is running for livelihood and profit.
There are merchandise sellers wearing nose-clip glasses, 'female waitresses' wearing short shorts, long boots, and collars that open to the middle of their chests, as well as sweaty and unkempt craftsmen and workers on the roadside.
"Wow."
The calico cat sitting in front of Lan En looked around curiously.
Elu Cat, who grew up in the New World, has obviously never seen so many people living together. The population density of the New World was a tragedy.
The Qilin under the magic harness also seemed much more lively, and the sound of its hooves stepping on the stone tile floor was crisper.
"Welcome to Novigrad."
As a regular visitor, Geralt gave a polite welcome to Ball and Qilin.
The calico cat nodded while still looking around. Qilin also snorted with a snort.
Lan En, who is wearing a cloak, is so intimidating that even though he is as big as Qilin, he does not feel crowded on the road.
Because the people who were close to them were crowding out others in the opposite direction.
"Let's go find Dudu first and explain your matter to him clearly."
As a frequent visitor to Novigrad, Geralt began to arrange the itinerary for the new arrivals, one person, one cat and one cologne.
Thanks to this steady and tough appearance, what he says is very convincing.
"I remember he will have a drink at the Kingfisher Tavern in the afternoon, we can"
Geralt was making arrangements, but the two witchers were in all directions in Novigrad. After turning a corner in the alley, a burst of noise and commotion drowned out Geralt's voice.
The sound of "cracking" explosions came from a distance.
Then the two demon hunters on horseback sniffed at the same time.
They smelled cherry jam.
“Asshole! Incompetent! A poet? I think that’s nonsense!”
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