Chapter 1008 990. Communication
A group of people came out of the small house temporarily rented by Shani and Kalkestan.
This time not only Shani stood at the door to see them off, but even Kalkstein stood 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 time I have been ignored. But this time I feel strange because I can't get angry at all."
In Usually, when Dandelion went out to travel and collect stories, he would meet 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 this world.
But at those times, no matter whether Dandelion dared to speak openly or not, secretly he always had bitter sarcasm and ridicule towards these people.
But when Lan En and Kalkstein were discussing just now, they basically ignored them as observers.
But he couldn't get angry.
I even felt that I was a bit ignorant by interjecting between the two of them.
This is respect for knowledge and wisdom.
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 something is wrong.
Because he couldn't get in.
Dandelion was a genius, a literary genius, otherwise he would not have obtained seven liberal arts degrees from Ossenfurt University at such a young age.
That's why he is unfamiliar with this feeling.
Because he is usually the one with the upper hand in knowledge and wisdom.
"Showing force will gain awe, and if paired with bloodthirst and cruelty, you will gain fear. But wisdom is different, man."
Lan looked at Dandelion with a little smugness Said.
"Showing wisdom often brings respect. The more educated people are, the more they will respect wisdom. You can't control yourself. This is normal, Dandelion."
The great poet's face became distorted. .
As Tris walked, she held Lan En’s arm and giggled, her flowers trembling.
Geralt nodded solemnly in front of Dandelion and 'comforted' him with his hoarse voice.
"Awesome, Master Dan. Lan En is praising you as a cultural person."
"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."
"I will, thank you for reminding me."
Lan's hood nodded politely to Dandelion, and then walked away from the dog in the middle of the road. Went around the edge.
Because the group of people did not move in a hurry, it was already noon when they returned to Novigrad from the village outside the city.
They ordered a table on the second floor corridor of the Kingfisher Tavern and prepared to have lunch.
Of course, the expenses have already been paid by Triss.
Dandelion called the sorceress 'the most generous beauty I have ever seen'.
Today’s lunch menu at Kingfisher Tavern is tuna, which the boss just bought fresh from the fishing boat returning from the port in the morning.
It goes well in smoked fish sandwiches and pan-fried fish cubes.
Triss and Lann sat on one side, while the poet, Geralt and Velvet Ball sat on the opposite side.
The two men 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.
From Triss's perspective, he could only see the top of the hood on the flannel ball head swaying.
“You told Kalkstein in the morning that you had a project that you wanted to cooperate with.”
Triss brushed aside her hanging red hair and took a spoonful of onion soup to her mouth. , but looked at Lan En and asked.
“Did you just say polite words to him, or did you really have any plans?”
Lan En still didn't take off his hood and wasn't going to eat. He just put his elbows on the table and watched his friends eat.
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 meters apart.
A solid wood table paired with a cotton-filled silk bench completes the set.
In the hall downstairs, there are several rows of long tables and small round stools arranged together like ordinary restaurants.
Noisy chatter, shouting after drinking, and even minstrels playing instruments in the tavern to heat up the atmosphere.
All make loud noise a guarantee of privacy.
Everyone was shouting, so no one cared about what other people at the table said.
Len's hood moved up and down.
"I'm a down-to-earth guy like him, and I don't know how to say polite words. Geralt."
Lan suddenly called out to the old hunter who was holding a fork to separate the fish on the plate. Devil.
The white wolf looked up while chewing the food in his mouth.
“How many people are looking at me in this pub?”
“There are five people in the lobby on the first floor, and there is another person at the innermost table on the second floor who has been there since just now. It looked very busy going back and forth between the first and third floors. I think he just wanted to pass by the second floor a few times."
Geralt said lightly.
Demon hunters 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 deformed 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 moment 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 was much better than him, she was just a little surprised and alert at the same time.
"Who are these people? What do they want to do?"
Knowing that someone was staring at Lan En, Triss's voice became colder.
It’s just that the person involved still looked nonchalant.
"There are many possibilities for temple guards, various spies in Novigrad, and even gangsters' informants."
Lan scratched his head through his hood. Scratching your head.
"Although I'm wearing a cloak, my figure is still a bit too eye-catching."
The growth state controlled by the gene seed allows his muscle dimensions to increase simultaneously with his height.
This resulted in that although he was sitting on the same bench as Triss, compared with the normal body shape, he looked like a tall and strong man and a short and thin man.
"I'm too noticeable, besides"
Lane said, raising his chin towards Dandelion across the table.
"Dandelion, you are a famous bard. You should have heard those stories about me?"
When it comes to the professional field, the poet's face also becomes serious.
"Yes, I was just trying to remind you of this."
"Lan En, although those praises of your heroic actions seem to me to be true, but what should I say? In terms of the singing of poems and the spread of stories, these situations seem to be abnormal! Do you understand?” With a tight moustache, he leaned forward and looked at his friend across the table.
"Geralt also told me last night that on your way to Novigrad, a farmer and his daughter could recognize you at a glance. Is this possible? Isn't this ridiculous enough?"
"So I guess, Lan En. Someone, 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 seemed to have discovered some 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 me, Lan En. I have been doing this for a long time. What tricks have I not seen before?”
"Whenever a group of people want to create certain effects and achieve certain goals through public opinion, we are indispensable."
"Do you still remember the poem I wrote for you? The song "Noble Anger" ". I actually wrote it a long time ago, but I saw that the market situation was not right, so I have not performed it publicly until now."
"If I had made it public, I would have followed it. You’ve made a lot of money with this trend!”
Dandelion said, feeling a little proud.
He is very confident in his poetry. In his opinion, those bards and playwrights who have gained fame by telling the story of Lan En's mythical performance in the war are all the same. Nothing more.
In other words, it only took a wave of traffic bonuses to get up, and the ability is simply a mess.
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.
Lan En scratched his head again at Dandelion's narcissism, but it didn't matter. He seemed to have sacrificed himself for himself.
So he could only say: "Thank you, Dandelion."
This is what the poet wants. Psychological satisfaction is better than material satisfaction. He immediately felt at ease.
But after thanking everyone, Lan En spoke again to everyone at the table.
“So, the situation is not optimistic now.”
“No one dares to attack me on the physical level at present, at least until they are in a hurry and are sure. But this side There have always been movements, and the trend is getting 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.
"Kalkistan."
Lan spit out the name, and at the same time he lifted the corners of the cloak and placed part of the large cloak on the table.
“It is difficult to have illusion equipment that can change your appearance all the time. Even a warlock who is not proficient in illusion would have a hard time 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?"< br>
Geralt asked in confusion.
“But this is actually just a cloak. As long as there are some strange but not difficult alchemy techniques, 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 advertisement and says, "As long as you put on the special cloak, you can be as tall and burly as that hero." How many people are interested in it, buy it, and wear it?”
Geralt and Triss were still a little confused, but the eyes of the poet, who had been deeply involved in the "communications" industry for more than ten years, gradually brightened.
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