Chapter 1000 982. Goodbye Dandelion
The jar of cherry jam that was smashed down from upstairs was made of solid ingredients. After the glass jar was smashed, the rich sweet aroma even briefly overwhelmed the odor of sweat from the crowd. .
A large group of onlookers gathered at the corner of the alley, next to a small house painted pink.
A young blond woman in pajamas stood on the rooftop terrace with flowers, looking down, her soft shoulder curves looming under the ruffles of her corset. She grabbed a flowerpot and was about to throw it down.
Geralt is also a person who likes to watch the excitement, but sitting on the back of the carrot, he cannot see beyond the crowd and see clearly what is happening inside.
I could only hear the young demon hunter next to me making a "tsk, tsk" sound as he watched the excitement, and he became more and more anxious.
Lan En was able to see clearly the situation in the crowd due to his and Qilin's size.
A familiar man wearing a fancy cherry red tights with lace puff sleeves was standing next to the puddle of exploding cherry jam.
There is no doubt that this position is misleading, because when the blond woman above threw the flower pot, the man had already jumped away in the opposite direction.
"Please, Dovina!" the man shouted, and this voice also made Geralt suddenly realize, and then he covered his forehead.
"Don't believe what they say! I am loyal to you! If I lie, I would rather die on the spot!"
"Scoundrel! Devil! Rogue! Shit poet!"
Plump The blonde yelled and ran into the house, no doubt looking for new ammunition.
"Nice dodge, Dandelion."
Lan clapped vigorously outside the crowd, and at the same time squeezed into the crowd with the curious Qilin, approaching the poet.
The ancient dragons of the New World have never seen this battle before, and now they are extremely curious.
"It seems that you have learned something from your past experiences, right? How are you now? Are you in trouble?"
"Ah, everything is fine." Yin The bard smiled and replied, "As usual. Hello, Blue Geralt. What are you doing here? Wait! For the sake of the plague, be careful!"
Although the poet usually calls Not reliable, but definitely smart enough.
After he saw Lan En's hooded cloak, he immediately realized that this was definitely not a good time to shout his name loudly.
But in this situation, 'smart' doesn't work.
A tin teacup whizzed through the air and clattered onto the pavement. Dandelion reached out to pick it up, looked at the damage, and threw it into the ditch on the side of the road.
Novigrad is also better than most cities in the north - its main areas are all paved roads, so pedestrians will not step on mud or excrement when walking. Mixture.
"Take your clothes." The blonde woman shouted, the lace of her pajamas kept swinging on her plump chest, "Don't let me see you again! Never come again, you useless singer! Useless. Poet!"
"This is not mine." Dandelion picked up a pair of colorful trousers from the ground and said in surprise, "I have never worn such trousers in my life. This style is too funny! You can’t insult my dressing sense!”
The blonde in the attic choked briefly, but then started roaring angrily again.
"Go away! Dandelion! I never want to see you again! You. Do you know how you behave in bed? Useless! No trouble! Understand? Did everyone hear it? He is I didn’t have any trouble in bed!”
The crowd in the attic was silent for a while when Lan En squeezed in. After all, this figure is indeed too intimidating.
But when Lan En himself said that he was just watching the excitement, the blond girl upstairs said such pleasant words again.
Suddenly, some of the people watching the excitement began to cheer, while others whistled, urging the blonde to keep working hard. Anyway, a happy atmosphere broke out.
"Just to be on the safe side." At this time, Geralt also squeezed over.
There were a lot of people, so he had to dismount and hold the reins before squeezing in.
He had an uneasy look on his face.
“Let’s make sure first, this girl doesn’t have a crossbow or anything in her room, right?”
“This is indeed possible.” The poet stretched his neck and wanted to go to the attic room. Looking inside, there are many small objects that can be used as 'ammunition'.
"Her brother seems to have worked in the armory and the blacksmith shop. There is no chance that he can make one for her."
"Then it would be unwise to stay here." Lan En said. One pump. "You can wait until she calms down before coming back."
"What the hell, isn't it?" Dandelion said with a grimace, "First I was slandered by bad words, and then I was hit in the face with jam and flowerpots. I don't want to do it again. Back. Our brief relationship is over."
"But wait for her, God! Don't throw away my lute!" br>
The bard rushed forward, stretched out his arms, threw himself down in the street, and caught the instrument at the last moment before it hit the ground. The lute vibrated with a moaning sound.
"Oh my god." Dandelion stood up and sighed, "Fortunately, I caught it. Okay, everything goes well, let's get out of here."
"My one has a goshawk's tail feathers on it. The hat is still at her house. I bought it at a high price, but I think she won’t throw it away, but it doesn’t matter. Just think that I paid for my stupidity.”
The expensive hat with the goshawk tail feathers was indeed not thrown down.
But as the blonde woman became hysterical again, a cheap soft cloth hat with a heron feather was thrown down along with a bunch of small odds and ends.
Dandelion ran over, patted the dust and put it on his head.
It was considered to be back to the familiar appearance in Lan En's eyes.
While following the two demon hunters, the poet squeezed out and saluted the crowd, as if he had just finished a performance.
The ironic words just now are just part of the lines of the performance.
"Why is she so excited? What stupid thing have you done, Dandelion?"
Lan leaned down on Qilin's back and asked the poet with a smile.
He did not dismount, because if he dismounted and walked, the area occupied by him and Qilin would appear larger. "As usual." The bard shrugged, "She wants me to be monogamous, but she has no hesitation in showing off other men's pants to the whole world."
< br>"Did you hear the nasty words she just said? For the sake of the gods, I've slept with better women, but I won't show off in the street. Let's go."
" Okay, let's go." Lan En looked a little hesitant after saying, "Um, do you recommend a place?"
Like all men's friendships, you can leave as soon as you want, but usually after going out. When asked where they were going, everyone was dumbfounded.
Fortunately, Dandelion is absolutely good at eating, drinking and having fun.
"As long as you don't go to the Temple of Eternal Fire, anywhere will do. But I recommend the 'Hairy Cave' because I haven't had lunch yet."
"We can call someone Get the famous fried fish set meal there, and then chat while eating, such as the magnificent, elegant and tall horse you are sitting on, and the kitten in your arms."
Dandelion is leisurely. His character means that he will not rush to ask questions after seeing the flannel ball and Qilin, but will talk about it when he is relaxed.
After all, Lan En is his friend, and he knows very well his magical and otherworldly qualities.
"Hello, meow!"
So when the fluffball opened his mouth to talk to him, Dandelion just blinked and accepted it naturally.
"Wow, hello to you, beautiful kitten. I'd like to ask you, please."
"My name is Velvet Ball, Elu Cat, and I am a warrior cat!"
The kitten stood in front of the saddle, holding her arms proudly across her chest.
Fortunately, the unicorn was tall enough so no one saw it.
And Dandelion was also very supportive. He gently plucked the strings of the lute in his arms, and the flowing tune was melodious.
"Sure enough, I knew at a glance that such a majestic cat must be a master!"
"Really? Thank you, meow!"
Talking to others when you see them. The old man and the great poet who told all the lies made the simple-minded Ellu confused with just a few words. Dandelion even took the time to wave to the road next to him.
The two girls carrying the vegetable basket giggled.
“But seriously, why did you two come to Novigrad together?”
“He has something to do.” Geralt led the horse alongside Dandelion. Go, pointing his hand upwards at Lan En, "Look for Dudu."
When he first met the shapeshifter, Dandelion was involved in the whole process, and he was also a mutual friend of the shapeshifter and Geralt.
"Looking for Dudu? Are you talking about business?" Dandelion was a little surprised, but he quickly stopped caring. "Well, it doesn't matter."
The poet pouted and made a face, and took off the chicken feathers on his hat with heron feathers.
Just now they passed by a store where chickens were being killed, and the chickens were flying like dogs.
"Geralt has been here many times. I am too lazy to tell him more, but you are different, Lan."
The poet said happily, with a smile A kind of pride without malice.
“It’s a pleasure to see you in Novigrad, the center of the world and culture. Civilized people can breathe freely here!”
"Okay, civilized gentlemen." Lan En followed suit, but stretched out a finger from under his cloak and pointed to the alley next to him.
"But how about we change places to breathe freely?"
In a place that is not too deep from the entrance of the alley, a barefoot man is staring and squatting. Shit there.
“My response to this is: out of sight, out of sight.”
Dandelion was not embarrassed at all, and looked calm and generous, worthy of a famous actor.
"I advise you to do the same. After all, I know that the senses of demon hunters seem to be a little better than ordinary people."
"Well, it's better that we don't talk about this. After all, out of sight is out of mind."
Lan En’s mouth twitched slightly under his cloak.
Fortunately, the tavern Dandelion picked was not far away, just around the corner.
"Please accept my compliments!" Dandelion smiled openly at the girl cleaning the stairs outside the tavern, "Oh, my dear, has anyone ever told you how cute you are?"
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Lan En and Geralt looked at each other. They both thought that this girl would give the poet a broom handle.
But they were wrong. The girl smiled at the poet and blinked hard at the same time. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, his face pretended to be serious and repulsive.
But before the girl could say the ugly words, Dandelion was already familiar with the situation, as if he had expected everything.
"The boss must tell you: If Dandelion comes to pay for credit again, just run him away with a broom."
"But today is different from the past! Beautiful girl, Dandelion will be Pay off all the bills! Yes, you heard that right, all of them!”
The poet was talking nonsense in front of him, but Lan En and Geralt suddenly looked at each other and felt a little bad.
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