Chapter 1001: 983 Is there anything else about you?

Chapter 1001 983. Is there anything else about you?

Dandelion undoubtedly did not notice that there was something "slightly" wrong in the expressions of the two friends behind him.

The poet walked briskly into the tavern before Geralt tugged at the hem of his doublet in a subtle way.

“Hello! I wish you good mood and good health!” Dandelion said loudly, walking into the wooden door, the lute played a loud tone, and the strings danced happily under his thumbs.

"I, Master Dandelion, the most famous poet in the land, have come to your humble shop, tavernkeeper! He wants a drink! Can you appreciate the great honor I have bestowed upon you, you old miser? ?”

“It sounds like he is quite familiar with the boss.” Lan En and Geralt could only follow behind, and the young man whispered to the white wolf. "Maybe things won't get too ugly?"

Geralt looked back at Lan En expressionlessly.

He could hear that the tone of the young man behind him was almost like a beautiful fantasy in an embarrassing situation.

Commonly known as: dreaming.

“I fully appreciate the privilege, Master Dandelion.”

“I agree with you in principle, but this matter seems to have to be ‘shared’.”

 He ​​stared at Dandelion with a show-stopping look, and then said: "Your plan to get this rich man to pay you back for your drinks won't work, Dandelion. At least it won't work now."

Dandelion exclaimed uncontrollably as if he had seen a demon spirit, and his eyes widened as he watched Lan En.

As if he had a falling out with Geralt and Lann, Dandelion walked up to the counter with an expression filled with indignation.

"Please don't be ashamed of your misunderstanding just now, good man. I can come over and pay back the money at another time. That's settled."

“Oh, I can’t take it! Guys!”

“There’s actually something I haven’t told you, dear Dandelion.”

The tavern owner leaned out lazily from behind the counter and spoke listlessly.

Dandelion changed the topic and continued speaking in an uncontrollable loud voice just now.

“I’ll just say it straight.” Geralt also quietly inserted into the conversation from the side.

 Dandelion was like introducing an actor, and the other hand that was not holding the lute stretched back.

“Because my two loyal friends will woo woo today.”

"Huh? Oh, it doesn't matter, Lan. I think everyone should have their own privacy. If you don't want to share something with me, then I won't ask."

Finally, with all hope of luck gone and Lan En determined that things were slipping into an irreversible situation, he stretched out his hand, tugged on the cherry red collar, and pulled Dandelion over.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Master. I'm really happy to see that you can keep your promise. You did say that you would come to pay off the credit with us today, but I was blind and thought that you were telling lies like before. I So ashamed of it.”

“Lan is going bankrupt.”

However, well-known actors, poets, and singers are still very valuable, especially in such emergencies.

“Let this shame torture your heart, dear boss.”

The tall young man held the shoulders of the thirtysomething poet and lowered his voice.

“Do you know what a good person this respected boss is? You can’t bear to let him suffer from inner shame? I’m so ashamed of you!”

“WHAT!?”

"But before you pay off the credit, please give us a box."

Geralt reluctantly joined Lan, crossed Dandelion, took out a few Novigrad crown coins and slapped them on the counter.

So Dandelion let go after hearing this.

If Lan En was really bankrupt, he would avoid everything related to this topic. But now, this guy just has a gap in capital flow, and it has been filled.

This is **** bankruptcy?

He and Geralt have a lot in common in this regard. In this situation, he can feel free to mock Lan En.

“I’m not talking about you, Lan.”

Dandelion spoke earnestly to the young witcher across the table.

"You are still so young and energetic. Why do you think you can handle bankruptcy alone?"

"I know, you are living well in Arethusa. Those sorceresses look at you like a hungry wolf who sees flesh and bones, not to mention you have shares in Valyrian steel."

"But in this case, who should you rely on more?"

Hand in the middle of speaking, Dandelion looked at Geralt next to him as if asking for help.

“Margarita Laux Andrea,” Geralt said calmly. The two of them have been old friends for more than ten years, and they have a good understanding of each other. "Dean Aretuza."

“Yes! It’s this noble lady.”

Dandelion said indignantly.

“You have devoted your precious youth, so what’s wrong with accepting a little support?”

“Just like me, although I still rely on my art to make a living most of the time, I will not refuse the gifts that ladies forcefully force me to do!”

Finally, the experienced Dan master spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

"You know me, I have a lot of masculinity. But one of the important rules of life is: don't take it easy when things get tough. Who hasn't had a hard time?"

“Don’t follow Geralt’s example. I think it will take decades for him and Yennefer to be in trouble.”

Geralt remained silent, but calmly pulled the bowl of sauerkraut in Dandelion's set meal towards him.

“I feel that I have benefited a lot from your suggestions.”

Lann spread his hands to Dandelion and said.

"But unfortunately, this suggestion came too late. I have already taken it, and now I have to look at the reality and think of a solution."

“That’s why you came to Dudu?”

At this time, Dandelion understood why Lan came to find the 'business-minded shapeshifter'.

But as he was trying to figure it out, his expression became strange.

Lann observed the change in Dandelion's face, and he had a bad feeling.

“Let me guess. You have something to tell me?”

Geralt also looked up from his dinner plate.

Dandelion chuckled, then fell silent again.

“That’s it. How do you say it?”

“Dudu is about to go bankrupt and is now hiding from debts.”

“Then let me guess again.” Lan En felt his eyelids starting to twitch. "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Dandelion was silent and almost buried his head in the soup bowl.