Chapter 1008: 990 Communication

Chapter 1008 990. Communication

The group of people came out of the small house temporarily rented by Shani and Kalkestan.

This time, not only was Shani standing at the door to see them off, but even Kalkstein was standing there waving.

Although everyone knew that the alchemy master was probably just waving at Lan En.

“Seriously,” Dandelion said with a strange expression on his way back to Novigrad.

"Although I am indeed the best poet in the world, this is not the first time I have been ignored. But this time I feel strange because I can't get angry at all."

Normally, when Dandelion went out to travel and collect stories, he would meet rough nobles who were not interested in poetry or literature at all. It was also common for them to not give him face.

After all, there are many illiterate nobles in the world.

But at those times, no matter whether Dandelion dared to do so publicly or not, secretly he always had bitter sarcasm and ridicule towards these people.

But when Lan En and Kalkestan were discussing just now, they basically ignored them as observers.

Because the group of people did not move in a hurry, it was already noon when they returned to Novigrad from the villages outside the city.

Triss and Lann sat on one side, while the poet, Geralt and Fluffy Ball sat on the opposite side.

Lann's hood nodded politely to Dandelion, and then walked around the dog **** in the middle of the road.

Dandelion is a genius, a literary genius, otherwise he would not have obtained seven liberal arts degrees from Ossenfurt University at such a young age.

Lan En suddenly called out to the old demon hunter who was holding a fork to separate the fish on the plate.

Lann said to Dandelion with a little complacency.

This is respect for knowledge and wisdom.

In the hall downstairs, there are several rows of long tables and small round stools arranged together like ordinary restaurants.

“Did you just say polite words to him, or did you really have any plans?”

“You told Kalkstein in the morning that you had a project that you wanted to collaborate with.”

They ordered a table on the second floor corridor of the Kingfisher Tavern and prepared to have lunch.

The great poet's face twisted.

The white wolf looked up while chewing the food in his mouth.

Kingfisher Tavern’s lunch menu today is tuna, which the boss just bought fresh from the fishing boat returning from the port in the morning.

Triss brushed aside her hanging red hair and took a spoonful of onion soup to her mouth, but she looked at Lan En and asked.

Of course, the expenses have already been paid by Triss.

Everyone was shouting, so no one cared about what other people at the table said.

That's why he is unfamiliar with this feeling.

Because he is usually the one with the upper hand in knowledge and wisdom.

They all make loud noise a guarantee of privacy.

“I don’t have any polite words for a practical person like him. Geralt.”

The two men squeezed the kitten in the middle and put the food on a plate so that the kitten, who could not reach the table, could eat it.

 Lan En still did not take off his hood and was not ready to eat. He just put his elbows on the table and watched his friends eat.

Solid wood table paired with silk-covered benches stuffed with cotton, it’s a complete set.

Geralt nodded solemnly in front of Dandelion and used his hoarse voice to 'comfort' him.

Speaking of the professional field, the poet's face also became serious.

“Yes, I was just trying to remind you of this.”

"Lan En, although those praises of your heroic actions seemed to me to be true, what should I say? In terms of the singing of poems and the dissemination of stories, the current situation seems... abnormal! Do you understand? "

Dandelion picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, and with the two naughty mustaches on his mouth, he leaned forward and looked at his friend across the table.

“Geralt also told me last night that on the way to Novigrad, a farmer and his daughter could recognize you at a glance. Is this possible? Isn’t this ridiculous enough?”

"So I guess, Lan En. Someone, or several waves of people, spent a lot of money to make your story spread. In a way that is definitely not the normal way of spreading in the bard industry. "

Dandelion seemed to have discovered some amazing conspiracy, and lowered his voice, wanting to tell his friends about the conspiracy.

As he spoke, his smart eyes wandered around, as if he felt that everyone passing by might be a bad guy.

"You have to believe me, Lan En. I've been doing this for a long time. What tricks haven't I seen?"

“Whenever a group of people wants to create certain effects and achieve certain goals through public opinion, we are indispensable.”

"Do you still remember the poem I wrote for you? That song "Noble Fury". I actually wrote it a long time ago, but when I saw that the market situation was not right, I suppressed it and never sang it in public until now. ”

“If I had made this public, I would have followed your trend and made a lot of money!”

 Dandelion said, feeling a little proud of himself.

He is very confident in his poetry. In his opinion, those bards and playwrights who have gained some fame by telling the story of Lan En's mythical performance in the war are nothing more than this.

In other words, it only took a wave of traffic bonuses to get up, and the capabilities are simply a mess.

As soon as he appears, this group of people will have to lie down and won't even be able to eat.

For this reason, he was actually a little intoxicated with self-sacrifice.

After all, he gave up the largest traffic bonus on the mainland in the past century for Lan En.

Lann scratched his head again at Dandelion's narcissism, but it didn't matter. He seemed to have sacrificed himself for himself.

So all he could say was: "Thank you, Dandelion."

What the poet wants is this sentence, psychological satisfaction is better than material satisfaction. He immediately felt at ease.

But after thanking him, Lan En spoke again to everyone at the table.

“So, the situation is not optimistic now.”

“Currently, no one dares to take action against me on the physical level, at least until they are in a hurry and are sure of it. But this kind of side action has always been there, and the trend is getting more and more intense.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

Triss looked worried. She held her hand on the back of Lan En's hand and stared at him closely.

“Karkestan.”

Lann spit out the name, and at the same time he lifted up the corners of the cloak and placed part of the large cloak on the table.

“It’s difficult to have illusion equipment that can change your appearance all the time. Even a warlock who is not proficient in illusion would have a hard time using it, let alone a demon hunter.”

“But I don’t necessarily have to use that thing. I basically dress like this when I go out now. No one can see my face clearly, only my figure is still prominent. But..."

"but?"

Geralt asked in confusion.

“But this is actually just a cloak. As long as some strange but not difficult alchemy techniques are used, even an ordinary cloak can make the wearer appear tall and strong?”

"Now, my reputation is growing. As long as a famous poet puts out an advertisement, he says, 'As long as you put on the special cloak, you can be as tall and burly as that hero.' How many people will be tempted, buy it, What about wearing it?”

Geralt and Triss were still a little confused, but the eyes of the poet, who had been working in the "communications" industry for more than ten years, gradually brightened.