Chapter 1003: 985 Villa

Chapter 1003 985. Villa

“Karkestan?”

Lan En repeated the name with slight surprise, and put the raised spoon back into the soup bowl.

“Are you talking about Kalkestan in Vizima?”

 Triss next to Lan En was also a little surprised. Considering that she had been serving as Temeria's royal advisor in Vizima, she might be familiar with this person.

“That’s the man.” Dandelion responded confidently and contentedly.

“I am very good at remembering those long and awkward names of people, which is completely different from the ordinary poets who stumble over the whole scene before a performance. Adalbertus Aloysius Kalkestan.”

“The alchemist’s full name fits my memory perfectly.”

“That is indeed a powerful alchemist.”

Lane no longer doubted this, and acknowledged Dandelion's previous assessment.

This alchemist named Kalkostan is not only well-known in Vizima, but his published works can even be seen in Aretuza's classroom.

“It seems we have to find the alchemist first to understand the situation. Damn, I’m going back for a vacation, why is this a mission again?”

Master alchemist, chemist, scientist, diviner, runesmith, sorcerer.

It can be said to be a genius.

And the sorceress who just said she had "eaten" naturally ate it as if she were eating snacks at her own dining table.

“Okay, got it.”

Lan En asked doubtfully.

"That's right." Dandelion simply admitted this, "But Dudu is interested in making progress in alchemy products, and I have a way to meet a master alchemist, so why not help him? ?”

The fishing boats in Novigrad Harbor began to return to the port one after another, the loaders and unloaders began the last wave of peak work, and the workers responsible for repairing the temple or other things began to pour into the streets after the work was completed. 's tavern.

“You can have whatever you want, as long as you have money, and plenty of money.”

“Where else can an alchemist go if he needs strange instruments and materials?”

“Help people till the end, Geralt.”

Geralt, who was sitting next to Dandelion, pinched his forehead and said.

“How did he come to Novigrad?”

At the same time, he was not used to having someone sitting next to him who just looked at him while he was eating, so he subconsciously pushed his fried fish closer to Triss.

"Whatever you want, you can find it in Novigrad. Serikanian spices? There are plenty of them here. Swords forged in ancient dwarven forges, or Valyrian steel swords reforged using ancient techniques. ? It’s all on the shelf. Toussaint wine? Just name it and it’s from there.”

Lan once studied his book "Making Inanimate Matter Move" and gained a lot.

“My schoolmate said that Kalkstein was originally attending a seminar on fire and earth fortune tellers in Oxenfurt. After the meeting, he was temporarily inspired and changed his route to Novigrad to purchase things.”

"Then his stay in Novigrad is destined to be short."

Lan En said decisively.

 Dandelion raised his brows slightly as he watched this scene, but he still explained smoothly.

Lann spread his hands and smiled, and Geralt could only nod helplessly.

—

By the time they came out of the private room of the Spear Cave Tavern, it was already approaching dusk in the afternoon.

“Where do you think this is, dear Lann?”

After Triss entered the door, she tore off her hunting jacket as if no one else was around, leaving only the shirt underneath.

And the shirt is so thin that light can shine through.

She walked to the cabinet on the first floor and took out an opened bottle of wine and two glasses.

Triss smiled and handed Lan En a cup.

“If you really care about money, everyone will find things about you much easier to handle.”

 Triss was one of the first sorceresses to understand Lann.

At that time, this unknown young demon hunter had already shown her his philosophy of life.

He doesn't care about money or enjoyment, those things are far from important to him.

But precisely because of this, he became important and charming in Triss's eyes.

The night is getting darker, and it sounds like the El Cat and Cologne are playing with each other outside.

Indoors, Triss waved her hand, and the dim and ambiguous candlelight filled all the floors.

She could have used magic to get good lighting effects, but she knew better.

Sometimes warm-toned dark light is much better than clear and bright light.

"Don't be so careful. Rita gave me your current height and weight. I've changed the furniture here. They can definitely withstand it."

Triss sat at one end of the cashmere-covered bench, one hand resting on the back of the bench, and the other hand holding a wine glass on her lap.

She patted the place beside her, indicating that Lan En could sit down without any worries.

The witcher scratched his head a little numbly. Why did he feel that the girls' eyes were shining?

In the 'anxious' atmosphere, Lan didn't ask why Rita gave her her body data.

Of course, the biological brain, which never misses details, noticed this. But Mentos is just watching the fun now, and he will definitely not let it slip.

Lan En walked over on the creaking wooden floor and sat down on the bench carefully.

His size does not allow him to be too far away from Triss, because the chair really doesn't have that much space.

“Soden Mountain Triple Mead, it is said that honey is added three times during the brewing process.”

Lan sat down and took a sip of the liquid reflecting the candlelight in the glass.

The origin of this wine and the stories that happened in that origin made Lan En feel a little distracted.

Triss no longer looked as 'aggressive' as before. Instead, she just held up the wine glass and looked at the blurry figure opposite through the refraction of the liquid and glass.

“That was a great victory,” Triss said.

"No, it was a victory that came after experiencing sad pain." Lan En said.

As the one being refuted, Triss showed a more joyful smile after a period of silence.

“You know what.” She suddenly took a sip of the sweet liquor in her glass and said with a smile.

“During that burn, I could only get pleasure from contact with you to counteract the pain that was worse than death after the burn.”

"The pain of the burn is beyond words, whether it is burning or after burning. At that time, I was thinking: It hurts too much, it really hurts. And the comfort that contact with you can bring is never enough. In such a situation When you are in pain, no comfort will be enough.”

“I even wanted to melt into your arms, like a dying sapling, absorbing all the water from your body.”

 Lan En's fingers circled back and forth on the rim of the glass, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

“But I don’t know whether it’s something to be thankful for or something to be sad about”

Triss held the wine glass, still looking at the man sitting next to her through the refraction of the liquid and glass with blurred vision.

“The way I was covered in burns made me feel ugly, so at that time it was my inferiority complex that controlled me: I don’t want to think about what it would be like to sleep with you.”