Chapter 1002: 984 Villa in the city center

Chapter 1002 984. Villa in the city center

"Oh My God"

Even Geralt was shocked at this time and looked at Dandelion blankly.

“What’s going on with Dudu? Did you trick him?”

“That’s not right, you definitely don’t spend money as fast as he makes money!”

“To put it mildly,” Dandelion licked his lips in embarrassment and beat around the bush, “I can only say that I encountered the same dilemma as Lan En.”

“I don’t ask for help much, you must understand me, Geralt.”

"Yeah, you don't ask for help much." Geralt said with a cold expression, "Except when you ask me to save you."

“Anyway!” Dandelion interrupted Geralt in time, “I helped Dudu get acquainted with a powerful alchemist, and we might be able to come up with a promising project. But...”

Obviously, something went wrong in the process, and now it's messed up.

Another tragic story about starting a business and throwing all the capital into it.

So when Triss was outside the door just now, neither Geralt nor Lan could actually tell through the necklace that there was a sorceress outside the door.

The visitor didn’t wait for the people in the box to speak, he just opened the door and walked in. There was a gust of fragrance.

Things must be done and should not be done just because they are too difficult.

The person who came had red hair and was wearing a hunting suit suitable for sports.

 He ​​is not too worried about Dudu's debt. After all, he just wants this shapeshifter, who has business acumen and is recognized by Geralt for his character, to be his asset manager.

The long boots that are longer than the thighs are actually positioned more like stockings in this outfit.

Just when these people were troubled by the troublesome current situation.

“Dong dong dong.”

The Witcher's emblem actually always jumps slightly in this situation, and the jump amplitude will only be upgraded when it is very close to the magic source.

Three soft but clear knocks came from the box door.

"There are also many supporting facilities, including a guillotine, a gallows with a trap door, thirty-five taverns, a theater, a zoo, seven or eight scattered markets, twelve brothels, and several cities. Countless temples.”

“It looks like this is a private party? Can I come in?”

Very good, Geralt’s objective statement gave Lan Endu a headache.

This way of escaping is not his style.

But when he reached the chair pointed by Lan En, he did not stop. Instead, he grabbed the back of the chair and dragged it to Lan En amid the sound of the chair legs rubbing against the wooden floor.

“Then can you find Dudu now?”

There is also a voice that is as lively as a girl, but also has an alluring and mature atmosphere.

“You have come in.” Lan En smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing to the empty chair next to the table, “Welcome, Triss.”

“Oh, hello, Triss.”

“We have to think of a way.”

“And now.” Geralt sighed and spread his hands, while staring fiercely at the poet next to him who was about to bury his head in the soup bowl. "We have to find a shapeshifter in this city who can even imitate other people's thoughts and memories?!"

“In Novigrad there are brick houses and stone roads. A harbor, many warehouses, four water mills. There are also many slaughterhouses and sawmills, and a large pointed shoe workshop.”

Although I am not in college now.

There are a large number of magic equipment all over the city of Novigrad. The door locks of major institutions are even magic locks combined with physical locks.

Lan En watched from the side, stunned for a moment. The ladies are very brave today!

Except at the end of the Battle of Sodden Mountain, Lan En took care of her when she suffered burns all over her body in those days. This was the impression Triss gave him.

“In fact”

She supported her chin with the back of her hand and tilted her head to look at Lan En beside her.

"She is the one who asked me to come here, and I also heard what she said about you. She asked me to 'take care' of you here. Haha, listen to what she said. A hero who wins a war is like a little fart Like a child."

Triss used an accent on the word ‘take care of’.

Immediately, Dandelion across the table showed an ambiguous and tacit smile.

"I have a villa next to the Patriarch's Square in Novigrad. The price of a hotel in Novigrad is not cheap. It shouldn't be easy for you to afford it now, right? And it's not convenient for Qilin and Velvet Ball to stay in a hotel."

With that said, Triss stood up, her slender but strong waist directly in front of Lan En, and her upper body reached over him to scratch the flannel ball's chin.

“Oh, it’s been such a long time since I last saw you, you’re even cuter, kitten.”

“Thank you for the compliment, meow!”

The kitten raised its head and squinted in enjoyment.

Lann blinked, first looking at the life-threatening waist in front of him, and then raising his eyes upward, just to look at Dandelion.

‘The Patriarch’s Square! Central location! villa! ’

The poet is using intense and silent lip language to spread knowledge to Lan En.

No matter which world you are in, everyone knows the value of a woman who owns a villa in the center of a world-class city.

Plus, I am really strapped for money right now.

“Thank you for letting us stay, Triss.”

Lan En tried his best to lean back on the chair and said.

“Flannel Ball and Qilin and I will abide by the rules and not cause you any trouble.”

“Really?” Triss’s red hair fell down at the corner of her mouth with a meaningful smile. Her waist retracted into the seat like a beautiful snake.

“It’s best if you follow the rules.”

“Great!” Geralt across the table looked at him and wanted to stop Dandelion, but there was no doubt that the poet was not stopped.

He suddenly sighed loudly.

“Look, this is friendship! Having friends anywhere can make people feel at ease.”

"It's just Triss." The poet looked at the sorceress expectantly. "Can you also arrange accommodation for both of us?"

“Stop talking!” Geralt interrupted angrily because his leather gloves had slipped on the silk fabric of Dandelion’s jacket.

"Sorry, Triss. Dandelion has just experienced a tragedy and has not recovered from it. He is now trying to cover up his frustration, sadness and uneasiness with cynical jokes."

"You mean he was dumped and thrown out of the house with his clothes by the woman."

Triss said with determination.

“That’s right!” Dandelion, who seemed to be the least concerned person present, admitted loudly.

"Okay. For the sake of this lady who must have been angry with you." Triss shrugged, "I will give you a room at the Kingfisher Hotel, which is not far from the Patriarch's Square. How about it?"

“Thank you very much!” Dandelion held the lute and played it for a while, “Maybe I can still earn some performance fees there.”

“Okay, the accommodation issue is not important.” Lan En, who had already resigned himself to trying to move his chair, looked at the poet and asked.

“The important thing is to find Dudu, and this requires knowing the whole story. Dandelion, you said that you helped him lead the way to an alchemist. What is the origin of the alchemist?”

“I actually don’t know any alchemist, he’s an alumnus of mine. She traveled with that guy for a few days and we got in touch.”

 Dandelion recalled.

“The alchemist seems to be called Kalkestan.”