Chapter 1030: 1012 Transmission

Chapter 1030 1012. Teleportation

“We can buy one too! Look, there’s another one here who’s already wearing it!”

The drama has ended, but the waves of publicity have just begun to spread.

A pair of men and women passing by Lan En were discussing animatedly.

When passing by him, the man happily patted Lan En on the shoulder.

The witcher nodded at them.

"Look! I said this cloak is very real! When I put it on, who would dare to cause trouble for me when I see it on the road?"

The man gestured with a huge outline toward the woman next to him while continuing to walk out.

"Two meters and five meters! So strong! Just look at it. When I pass by Hawthorne's Ghost Face Gang in the future, they will have to weigh it!"

“But that’s just a cover-up.” The woman said with a little anticipation and a little worry. "Don't be fooled by that blinding trick. It's best if you can scare them away. If not, just admit defeat. This cloak can't make you murderous!"

As he walked, he opened his arms proudly and complacently, as if to show off all this.

“Sure, great.”

“Woohoo!”

“It won’t be long before people all over the street see a tall man wearing a cloak, and the first thing they think of is the cloak.”

And this drama is undoubtedly a big surprise!

Chappelle then left. Although he still wanted to do something in the temple guard team, he had to start sorting out his own path.

A man and a woman walked further and further away, and their voices were drowned in the crowd of people coming out.

"How does it feel?"

The crowd of spectators moved towards the outside of the slaughterhouse, while members of the troupe on stage and backstage also began to cheer and celebrate.

"It seems." Chapelle stood up from the bench and stretched out his hand to Lan En, with unexpected emotion on his face, "Your plan was completed smoothly."

They are all veteran actors who have traveled extensively. You can feel the response of a play just by looking at the feedback after the performance.

“You don’t really think I’m stupid, do you? I’ve never even killed a pig, so how can I have the guts to act like this?”

“We will be famous! We will be famous enough to spread throughout the north!”

“It’s really wonderful!”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind everyone, but when they turned their heads to look, there was only one halfling and a voice that became familiar again.

Dudu looked excited, even a little choked, and his eyes were red.

People are talking about this wonderful drama, and even more so, they are talking about the magical and inexpensive alchemical cloak.

The actors on the stage cheered, but Dandelion got rid of Lady Irena's intentional or unintentional entanglement, and walked towards the witcher with Priscilla who ran out from the backstage.

Geralt used a low and hoarse voice to support his friend.

"Roughly the same."

Lan smiled and did not stand up, but he also stretched out his hand to shake the shapeshifter's hand.

“For the sake of the plague, **** Dandelion, we’ve been friends for so long, why didn’t you take me to a play earlier?”

“This is called art, it’s wonderful! I’ll come here to see it every day.”

“I didn’t know you liked theater before.”

The horse’s hooves behind him trampled messily on the stone bridge. That was Geralt’s carrot.

He was originally going to Kaedwen in the north, and he stopped in Novigrad just to help Lan.

Now that Lan En is done with his work, he has to leave.

“Dandelion, are you still going to stay in Novigrad?”

Geralt sat on the saddle and asked the poet who also came to see him off with interest.

Normally, the poet who likes to travel always goes out with him for several months. He is busy with tasks, while the poet collects stories, makes jokes, and finds inspiration from the process.

This is how their friendship was established.

Geralt said Dandelion, but his eyes looked at him and Priscilla playfully.

“Hmm.” The poet coughed lightly first.

"You have to go back to Kaer Morhen to take care of that sensitive little girl. I can't go with you, Geralt. You know it, and I know it too: I'm not a strong-willed person who can face a knife without changing his expression. People, so it’s better for me not to know the really fatal secret, so even if someone comes to me and puts a knife to my neck, I won’t have anything to say.”

“This is the best, isn’t it? Besides, there are still several performances in Novigrad, and I have to watch them live. There is still room for revision in the script.”

Geralt stopped playing and gradually became serious. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly in a low and hoarse voice.

".perhaps you're right."

“Meow?”

The flannel ball standing at Lan En's feet looked up at Geralt in confusion. The kitten didn't quite understand the overly complicated situation between humans.

Triss leaned over and patted the confused kitten.

“You don’t need to know that much.”

On the stone bridge in front of the leader's gate, two poets and a halfling waved goodbye to the people who were leaving.

Continuing walking from the bridge, Lan passed the village house rented by Kalkestein and Shani.

This master of alchemy should have sorted out the debt relationship after Dudu appeared and returned to Vizima's laboratory to start research.

However, due to Lan En’s encouragement, he stayed back to complete the alchemy formula for the cloak.

Now that the recipe is complete and there are no problems with the finished product, he is ready to leave. Shani also ended her study tour and was about to start her studies at Ossenfurt University.

“Okay, people are leaving one after another. Now it’s time for us to say goodbye, White Wolf.”

Lann said in a normal tone, and Geralt laughed.

“You’re not a hypocrite, Lan. Don’t make me laugh.”

Lan En shrugged: "I am indeed not, after all, we have a long way to go. I just want to remind you, remember to give her the gift I gave to Ciri. She should be able to use a bladed thing now, right?"

“Please, are you still worried that I will steal Xili’s treasure?”

Geralt patted the sheathed dagger in the leather pouch on his waist, and finally nodded to Triss and Lann.

Then he turned the horse's head without any delay and ran towards the vast wilderness outside the city.

 Lan En also gently rubbed the magic ring on his hand and passed the message to the matching magic leg ring on Qilin.

And Triss began to mobilize the magic power of chaos.

The roaring bear head pendant around Lan En's neck was dancing like crazy.

Triss complained while continuing to cast spells.

“Fortunately, you are different from Geralt, my dear. Yennefer has complained to me many times. Every time he can walk through the portal, Geralt would rather ride a horse.”