Chapter 1026: 1008 Chapelle

Chapter 1026 1008. Chapelle

Lan En blinked blankly, as if I was abnormal or you were abnormal.

And Dandelion continued to talk excitedly.

“The Kiss of Victory! Although it was not written by a famous artist, the timing of the painting and the scene described fit perfectly.”

"I heard that at the end of the Battle of Soden Mountain, Lady Tishaya sadly held the shield with the rough sketch, and both Foltest and Vizmir who participated in the battle were deeply moved by this. "

“This story is a household name, Lan En!”

The witcher couldn't say a word. He first licked his lips and then scratched his head. He looked completely at a loss.

 Lan En knew very well that the ‘Tissaya’ on the battlefield at Soden Mountain was actually Margarita who cast an illusion spell and became the ‘person in the middle’.

But in the eyes of onlookers, they did not have the [spiritual vision] to see through the appearance, whether it was the kiss at that time or the subsequent sadness that Margarita felt towards the painter soldier who was killed in the last moment of the war.

In fact, they are all covered with a layer of "Tisaya" skin.

— You want someone to dress up as a teacher? Can you play like this if you know magic?

“I really hope that the first thing that comes to your mind is not the ‘gameplay’, but the political stance at the time.”

“Hey, what are you doing? My hand was almost torn off!”

Dandelion looked at Lann in surprise. Lann could tell what he was thinking without even using other methods.

"It's just the two of you in that painting, kissing! On the battlefield! How do you want me to change it? Change the solemn, calm, black-haired Tishaia de Vries into the gorgeous, cheerful, blond Margo Rita Laux Andrea?"

"Even if your hand is torn off, I can even give you a new one." Lan En said nonchalantly, while staring at Dandelion seriously. It's like trying to determine something extremely important.

“But this love story needs to be changed! Master Dan! It really needs to be changed!”

“But that was Margarita, she used the illusion spell at that time.”

Lan En said seriously.

“I would never lie about art, Lan!”

He raised his head, as if he had a character that could not be insulted.

The witcher sighed as he held his head and felt a headache.

With a click, when Dandelion was about to walk backstage and hand the made cloak to the troupe as a performance prop, Lann grabbed him.

“Now there’s a more powerful one mixed in. It’s one thing to make you feel uncomfortable, but is it possible that it’s not the truth? We scriptwriters can modify and adapt it, but we can’t ignore the facts!”

Dandelion also realized that on the battlefield at that time, it seemed that the primary issue was indeed the issue of stance, and there was no time to think about other things.

"ah?"

It would be better not to mention it. Dandelion seems to be even more excited than Lan when he talks about it.

The poet's body was torn apart and staggered.

"I know you have a psychological burden. Ms. Margarita and Triss are enough to scare you, right? Sorceresses are like this. They are powerful and egotistical. A man is sandwiched between two sorceresses, like It's an ice cube sandwiched between two soldering irons. It's an understatement."

“Change?! How to change this?!”

But even if the poet reacted, he waved his hand decisively.

At the end of the day, Dandelion flatly refused with the arrogance of a man of letters.

Lane handed Geralt an apple, which he had taken from the troupe.

Geralt took it and started chewing it. After taking two bites, he pushed Lan En beside him with his knee.

“There is someone who wants to see you.” He pointed in the general direction to the side with the hand holding the apple, “Here comes the person.”

As he spoke, he held an apple in his mouth, put his hands on his knees, stood up on his own, and walked to the side.

The person who took his place was a plain-looking man, wearing a ruffled linen shirt and a leather jacket that was black with oil stains.

Lan En was still looking at the rehearsal actors walking back and forth on the stage naturally.

“First meeting, Grand Duke Lan En.”

The man sitting next to the witcher was like him, looking at the stage intently, but he was talking.

“I’ve known you since the first day you came to this great city. But I never had the chance to meet you until now.”

“So, you’re another shapeshifter? Chapelle?”

Lan En understood who the person was almost without thinking.

Let Geralt be introduced as a middleman and know his whereabouts, but he has no impression at all and has to make second guesses.

“You are indeed as wise as the legend says.”

Around the witcher, Chapelle also admitted it frankly.

"Don't speak in that tone." Lan En said calmly, "I'm not a king, there's no need to be like a jester and hold me up so high."

Sea Parrot's publicity seems to be very effective indeed. Even though today is just a rehearsal, there are still many people entering the venue one after another and sitting on the benches noisily.

This kind of noise is like the noise in a tavern, which can actually cover up the words of two people nearby.

"Let me guess." Lan En said with great interest, "The Eternal Flame knows that I am in the city and even knows where I have been. But they have never sent anyone to talk to them. Let me talk."

“This is considered ‘hostility’, right?”

“Such a guess is a bit extreme, Archduke.” Chapelle shook his head, “It’s just that Bishop Hemelfat needs to be cautious about how to contact you.”

“Because I’m a mutant in the Eternal Fire Doctrine?”

ˆ “.”

“You see, this is ‘hostility’. Or to a lesser extent: wariness.”

Chappelle was silent for a while, but still defended himself.

“This is indeed related to your identity, but the doctrine of eternal fire is the foundation for the establishment of the sect, so you should always be cautious when dealing with related issues.”

After saying these words, Lan En turned his face away from the rehearsal stage for the first time and glanced at Chapelle beside him.

A surprised look.

"Wait. Did I hear that right? You're defending the eternal fire? A shapeshifter defending the eternal fire?"

But the unknown person transformed by Chapelle looked directly into Lan En's surprised eyes without any evasion.

He didn't say anything, but his meaning was very clear.

“Wow.” Lan En felt that he was a little out of his mind.

“Are you serious? Believe in the eternal fire?!”