Chapter 1000: 982 Reunion Tande Rion

Chapter 1000 982. Goodbye Dandelion

This 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 a rooftop terrace decorated with flowers, looking down, her soft shoulder curves faintly visible 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 what was going on in the crowd due to the size of himself and Qilin.

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 flowerpot, 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 very loyal to you! If I lie, I would rather die on the spot!”

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.

The blonde in the attic was choked briefly, but then she roared angrily again.

The ancient dragons of the New World have never seen this battle before, and now they are extremely curious.

There were a lot of people, so he had to dismount and hold the reins before squeezing in.

The crowd under the loft was silent for a while when Lan En squeezed in. After all, this size is indeed too intimidating.

"Go away! Dandelion! I never want to see you again! You... do you know how you behave in bed? Useless! No trouble at all! Do you understand? Did you all hear it? He made no trouble for me in bed. !”

After seeing Lan En's hooded cloak, he immediately realized that this was definitely not a good time to shout his name loudly.

The buxom blonde yelled and ran into the house, no doubt looking for new ammunition.

But in this situation, "smart" is not useful.

But when Lan En himself said that he was just watching the fun, the blond girl upstairs said such pleasant words again.

“Nice dodge, Dandelion.”

"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 are this useless singer! This useless poet!"

“Just to be on the safe side.” At this time, Geralt also squeezed over.

“It seems that you have also learned from your past experiences, right? Are you okay now? Are you in trouble?”

"Ah, everything is fine," the bard replied with a smile, "as usual. Hello, Blue Geralt. What are you doing here? Wait! For the sake of the plague, be careful!"

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.

Lan En applauded vigorously from outside the crowd, and at the same time, he and the curious Qilin squeezed into the crowd and got close to the poet.

 Novigrad is also better than most cities in the north - its main areas are all paved roads, which will not allow pedestrians to step on a foot of mud or a mixture of excrement when walking.

“Scoundrel! Devil! Scoundrel! Shit poet!”

"These are 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 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.

Dandelion was also very supportive. He gently plucked the strings of the lute in his arms, and the flowing melody was melodious.

“Sure enough, I knew right away that such a majestic cat must be a master!”

“Really? Thank you, meow!”

The old man and great poet who saw people talking about ghosts and ghosts, with a few words, made the simple-minded Ellu confused. Dandelion also took the time to wave to the road next to him.

The two girls carrying vegetable baskets giggled.

“But seriously, why did you two come to Novigrad together?”

"He has something to do." Geralt led the horse and walked side by side with Dandelion, pointing his hand upward at Lan En, "Look for Dudu."

When he first met the shapeshifter, Dandelion was involved in the whole process and 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, and I’m too lazy to tell him more, but you are different, Lan.”

The poet said happily, with a kind of harmless pride.

“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 go to another place and breathe freely?”

In a place not too deep into the alley entrance, a barefooted man was squatting there with his eyes wide open, defecating.

“My response to this is: out of sight, out of mind.”

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 witchers seem to be a little sharper 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 greetings!” Dandelion smiled openly at the girl cleaning the stairs outside the tavern. “Oh, my dear, has anyone ever told you how cute you are?”

Lann and Geralt looked at each other. They both thought that the girl would hit the poet with the handle of the broom.

But they were wrong, the girl smiled at the poet and winked 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 familiar with the road, as if he had expected everything.

“The boss must tell you: if Dandelion comes to pay for credit again, just beat him away with a broom.”

“But today is different! Beautiful girl, Dandelion will pay all the bills today! Yes, you heard right, all!”

The poet was talking nonsense in front of him, but Lan En and Geralt suddenly looked at each other and felt a little bad.