Chapter 1017 999. Unexpected Encounter
Lan En and Triss walked out from the area where the poor lived, so stone bricks appeared on the road again, and there was less mud and dirty water on the road. .
After coming out of Fu Lin, the two walked for a while, and the smell of fish and the sound of shouting became heavier and heavier.
This is a fish market in Novigrad. This city is close to both the sea and the river and has a rich variety of fish.
A human merchant wearing an olive green soft cloth hat was holding a live eel in his hand, loudly showing off to the people around him how fresh today's goods were.
He chattered incessantly and looked confident, as if anyone who walked away from his stall empty-handed had suffered a loss.
Although the fish market is called ‘fish market’, it actually sells everything, but there are more stalls selling fish.
The market is crowded with people, and walking inside is like walking through dense bushes.
The witcher's cloak is being pulled from all directions and by everyone all the time.
Lan stood in front of Triss, opening a path through the crowd like the bow of a ship parting waves.
The little kid, temporarily left alone by his mother, wanted to rub his nose on his cloak.
The spies in the city's security tower were wearing cloaks like him, but when they wanted to pull him for questioning out of professional habit, they were dragged away by the crowd as soon as they grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.
Traveling merchants selling invisible medicines, aphrodisiacs, and erotic pictures carved on cedar boards also dragged him to try to sell some good products.
Under the cloak, Lan En's originally calm and calm face quickly distorted, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but at least he did not curse.
He began to push the crowd in front of him, but he controlled the force to the same level as an ordinary person.
Contrary to Lan En's expression that quickly dropped, Triss, who was following behind him, quickly smiled.
"Hey, if I was crowded like this, I would definitely rush out."
The sorceress shouted, watching the fun behind Lan En, not thinking it was a big deal.
The witcher responded without looking back.
"Then do you want to see bleeding here? Then you have a terrible heart, Triss. Wait, why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?"
"No, no." Triss denied, but the curvature of the corners of her mouth and the laughter as clear as a silver bell made no secret. "Of course not. I just saw something cute."
Lan curled his lips. He only saw a big bucket of herring next to him.
I want to see cute things at the fish market, that’s it.
Before Lan En could finish complaining in his heart, a melodious sound of the lute came from not far away, and soon Then there was the familiar sound of laughter, like gurgling water.
Those voices came from a vendor with a storybook-like color. The wooden sign hanging on the stall shed reads: Miracles, amulets, fish hooks and bait are sold.
"Oh, Priscilla, has anyone ever told you that you are extremely beautiful?"
Dandelion stood on the stacks of wooden crates placed in the stall, shaking his legs happily and looking at the people in front of him Singing.
"What, no? This is impossible! Unless they are all blind and lard has blinded their hearts!"
Lan and Triss noticed that Dandelion was He asked these words to the girl in front of him.
The girl is wearing blue and red clothes. This eye-catching color combination is generally suitable for performers such as minstrels, because they need to attract the audience's attention.
And when Dandelion focused the attention of the audience on the girl, she did not show any embarrassment. Instead, she was calm and composed, as if she was waiting to watch the poet's performance.
"Come on, everyone! Who wants to hear a love song?"
Dandilion greeted while plucking his fingers smoothly on the strings.
"Those who want to touch their hearts and be satisfied, just throw a coin into my hat. Wait! What did you throw in just now? A copper coin? You keep it for the beggar! Don't Insulting art with copper coins! Maybe I can forgive you, but art cannot!"
"Dandelion!"
Lan En turned around in the crowd and approached the stall where the poet was.
“I thought you should be writing a play script with Geralt in the room now, but you started a concert here? Singing like an old beggar in the market, what? Don’t you feel embarrassed now? Is it enough?”
Because he was aggrieved by being squeezed in the crowd just now, Lan En’s tone was a little bad now.
“Lost your share?” Dandelion said in surprise, “What matters is who is singing, not where.”
He acted a little flustered, even holding the The originally flowing notes of the lute had harsh fluctuations.
His fingering on the piano was messed up, but how was that possible? Dandelion played the piano better than he flirted with girls.
"You haven't answered my question yet, Dandelion. Have you finished writing the script? Didn't you say it will take at least a day?"
Lan frowned slightly under his hood.
"Script?" The poet blinked, "Oh! Yes! Script!"
"But my good friend, you must know that the playwright also has to eat, and I am hungry. And this A kind stall owner agreed to treat me. ”
"But my good friend." At this time, Triss, who was behind Lan En, interrupted with a smile, and repeated Dandelion's name with evil intentions.
“I remember that I booked a room for you at the Kingfisher Hotel, and the caterer was there. If you are really pursuing this beautiful lady, just say so, okay? Be honest, I know it too You can't stay."
Dandelion smiled awkwardly while standing on the wooden box, his eyes wandering.
At this time, the woman who was frequently interacted with by the poet, after hearing Tris talking about herself, turned to face the two of them.
She is indeed beautiful, even compared to the sorceress.
Her long blond hair poured out from a cloth hat with swan feathers, her face was delicate, and her eyes were slightly smoky. "Hello."
She spoke with a delicate voice, and you could tell from her breath that she was also a singer.
"You are also friends with Dandelion? He never told me. Call me Priscilla."
"Hello, I am Triss. He."
The sorceress crossed Lan En and shook hands with Priscilla. At the same time, she pointed to Lan En's cloak sheepishly, indicating that it was not convenient for him to introduce her.
"Understood." Priscilla didn't hesitate.
While she returned a sweet smile to Dandelion who was standing on the wooden box and started playing the piano and singing, she moved her head close to Triss and Lann and whispered.
"But Triss, could you please ask Dandelion to stop pestering me for now? He's been a bit too enthusiastic these days."
"Although I do appreciate his presence Achievement in poetry, but even if he really wants to pursue me, or just maintain a short-term relationship, he doesn’t have to do this, right?”
"I am also a poet and singer. I also have my own career to take care of."
Triss listened to Priscilla's words with understanding and sympathy on her face.
She can also understand the distress of men chasing after her like bees and butterflies when she devotes energy to her career.
Most beautiful women have this experience.
Those men seem to think that women should be love brains all day long, waiting for the nourishment of love all day long, but in fact they will also focus on their careers.
You may also feel that pursuit that is too sticky is tiring.
“Wait!”
But Lan En suddenly interrupted.
“Did you just say ‘these days’?”
As Lan emphasized the rereading of ‘these days’, Triss’s expression slowly became like a ghost. Same. Her eyes flickered back and forth between Dandelion and Priscilla on the wooden box.
"Yes." Priscilla didn't know what the situation was, so she could only tell the truth with a little confusion. "He has been pestering me these days. Ever since I sang the first song in the Kingfisher Tavern, he has been pestering me in the pub."
In the end, Lan En and Triss His eyes were fixed on the poet who was still playing the piano on the wooden box.
Sweat gradually broke out on Dandelion's forehead, and his fingering on the piano became more and more messy.
Finally, the tuneless lute sound gradually stopped, and Dandelion opened his mouth and tried to laugh.
But he couldn't get the curve of his mouth out, and finally he simply jumped behind him, and the piles of wooden boxes under his feet fell to the ground.
"Hey! Are you crazy, bastard!"
The stall owner immediately jumped up and cursed.
Priscilla was also dumbfounded. She obviously didn’t know why ‘Dandelion’ had suddenly gone crazy.
But Lan En and Triss know that although it is ridiculous that the matter has developed to this point, this 'Dandelion' must be a shape-shifter!
It’s most likely Dudu!
"Give way! Give way!"
Lan En shouted while carefully controlling his strength to push away the crowd in front of him.
Triss no longer followed him now. The sorceress simply squeezed in the other direction, trying to outflank him.
Her performance now is much more lively and vigorous than when she was behind Lan En.
Her silver bell-like voice cursed unceremoniously and pushed people in the market, just like the aunts haggling at the vegetable stalls next to them.
Behind Lan En, there was the sound of many objects overturning, as well as the sound of curses and complaints from the crowd.
With agility that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and with his extremely strong core strength, he forced himself to turn around while jumping in mid-air, and passed over a child who was spinning around.
The ground under his feet was slippery due to selling fish. The sole of his shoe slipped slightly and knocked over a bucket of herring.
The stall owner wearing an olive green cloth hat yelled angrily and at the same time slapped his back with the eel in his hand.
The eel is indeed fresh and full of vitality.
"My dear, go to the other side and block him!"
Triss shouted pointing forward not far away.
Behind her was Priscilla.
Although the poetess seemed confused, she was surprisingly excited.
"What is going on? You are friends, but Dandelion is desperately trying to hide. Is he under a spell? A curse? Or is he under some kind of anonymous but dangerous threat?"
"I'm here to help too, catch him quickly! I have an idea!"
What are you doing?
Lan En looked at the excited poetess unexpectedly.
He thought he had met a female version of Dandelion.
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(End of this chapter)