Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1001 983. Is there anything else about you?

Dandelion undoubtedly did not notice that there was something 'slightly' wrong in the expressions of the two friends behind him.

The poet walked into the tavern with brisk steps before Geralt tugged at the hem of his doublet in a subtle way.

"Hello! I wish you good mood and good health!" Dandelion said loudly, walking into the wooden door, the lute played a loud tone, and the strings danced happily under his thumbs.

"I, Master Dandelion - the most famous poet in the land - have come to your humble shop, tavernkeeper! He wants a drink! Can you appreciate the great honor I have bestowed upon you, you Old Scrooge?"

"It sounds like he knows the boss quite well." Lan En and Geralt could only follow behind, and the young man whispered to the white wolf. "Maybe it won't be too ugly?"

Geralt looked back at Lan En expressionlessly.

He could hear that the tone of the young man behind him was almost like a beautiful fantasy in an embarrassing situation.

Commonly known as: dreaming.

"I fully appreciate this honor, Master Dandelion."

The tavern owner leaned out lazily from behind the counter and spoke listlessly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Master. I'm really happy to see that you can keep your promise. You did say that you would come to pay off the credit with us today, but I was blind and thought that you were telling lies like before. I So ashamed of it.”

"Let this shame torture your heart, dear boss."

As if introducing an actor, Dandelion stretched back his other hand that was not holding the lute.

"Because my two loyal friends will be woo-woo today."

Finally, after his hope of luck was shattered and he was sure that things were slipping into an irreversible situation, Lan En stretched out his hand, grabbed Dandelion by the cherry red collar, and pulled Dandelion over.

The tall young man pressed the shoulders of the poet, who was in his thirties, and lowered his voice.

"Actually, there is something I haven't told you, dear Dandelion."

"Huh? Oh, it doesn't matter, Lan. I think everyone should have their own privacy. If you don't want to share something with me, then I won't ask."

"I agree with you in principle, but this matter seems to have to be 'shared'."

"I'll just tell you the truth." Geralt also quietly interjected into the conversation from the side.

He stared at Dandelion with a showman's eye, and continued: "Your plan to get this rich man to pay you back for your drinks won't work, Dandelion. At least not now."

"Lan is going bankrupt."

"WHAT!?"

Dandelion exclaimed uncontrollably as if he had seen a demon spirit, and his eyes widened as he watched Lan En.

However, well-known actors, poets, and singers are still very valuable, especially in such emergencies.

Dandelion changed the subject and continued speaking in an uncontrollable loud voice just now.

"Oh, I can't take this! Guys!"

"Do you know what a good person this respected boss is? You can't bear to let him suffer from the shame in your heart? I am so ashamed of you!"

As if he had fallen out with Geralt and Lann, Dandelion walked up to the counter with an expression filled with indignation.

"Please don't be ashamed of your misunderstanding just now, good man. I can come over and pay back the money at another time. That's settled."

"But before you pay off the credit, please give us a box."

Geralt reluctantly joined Lan, crossed Dandelion, took out a few Novigrad crown coins and slapped them on the counter.

If Lan En's assets are properly managed, he can return to the top and become rich.

He, a demon hunter who earned his hard-earned money, now had to exchange money with Lan En to open a private room. Of course, it felt painful.

The tavern owner looked at Dandelion and Geralt with suspicion.

But in the end, with the poet's eloquent words, he opened a private room for them in the tavern and served them the famous fried fish set meal.

Novigrad's purchasing power is relatively strong.

Especially after the Civil War, this neutral free city became even more valuable and a good place for assets on the mainland, so the exchange rate of krona to Oren has even increased in value recently.

"There aren't many people in the tavern now, so we don't need to open a private room."

Geralt, who had paid, was still mumbling.

Dandelion and Lann had learned to turn a blind eye.

"The time now is too early for the regulars of the 'Spear Cave'. The workers are still repairing the temple, and the foreman has to follow. Come, try this fried fish, the essence is the matching pepper sauce."

Dandelion introduced the tavern as a regular while expertly handling the fried fish set.

Freshly caught sea fish can be purchased from the fish market in Novigrad at low prices. After all, this place is close to the sea and the river.

The set meal also includes a bowl of tomato cream soup, wheat bread, and a bowl of sauerkraut.

Dandelion looked at Lan and asked while eating bread dipped in tomato cream soup.

"So you're really on the verge of bankruptcy?"

Even as his face twisted in the chewing motion, there was an expression of disbelief.

"That's a Valyrian steel business! Didn't you ask someone to deceive you? That's so much money! You won't be able to spend it all until you die!"

"Although I don't quite understand how profitable Valyrian steel is, when the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce offered prices to poets and singers for us to promote, the prices were really high."

"Every job I took was probably passed on three or four times, and a lot of the kickbacks were taken. After I finished doing this, I was still allowed to eat for half a month." "Oh, then if you want to take it in the future, You can tell me about the work of the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce, and I’ll give it to you.”

Lan En scratched his head and said with a smile, and then his smile turned a little bitter.

"Of course, if the money is 'spent', it will definitely not be spent all the time, but if the money that cannot be spent is invested in business, then it can be lost."

Suddenly, Dandelion, who was stuffing fried fish into his mouth, looked at Lan En sympathetically.

He is very famous, and naturally he has come into contact with many nobles, big businessmen and so on.

In terms of ability, the children of these people are generally of average level.

If you live a "painful" life without any trouble, such as spending money steadily, eating and waiting for death, you will most likely be able to live several lifetimes.

But people are strange creatures. After they have no worries about food and drink, and after they are tired of many entertainment projects, they will always pursue self-realization.

So the business started, and soon after, the money that could have been spent safely for several lifetimes was wiped out by the market, and even went into debt.

The flannel ball jumped up on the chair lightly, patted his boss's shoulder with comfort and seriousness in his eyes, and at the same time pushed his fried fish set next to Lan En.

"Don't be afraid, meow! Boss! I can go fishing after dinner! We can also work together to make money, meow!"

Lan En quickly pushed the velvet ball set back to the kitten.

"No, flannel ball, it really isn't!"

Lan En patted the calico kitten on the head and sat it down on the chair again.

"So, that's what happened."

Lan En scratched his head and explained his current situation clearly to Dandelion.

So Dandelion let go after hearing this.

If Lan En was really bankrupt, he would avoid everything related to this topic. But now, this guy just has a gap in capital flow, and it has been filled.

Is this fucking bankruptcy?
He and Geralt have a lot in common in this regard. In this situation, he can feel free to mock Lan En.

"I'm not talking about you, Lan."

Dandelion spoke earnestly to the young witcher across the table.

"You are still so young and so energetic. Why do you think you can handle bankruptcy alone?"

"I know that you are living a good life in Arethusa. Those sorceresses look at you like a hungry wolf who sees flesh and bones, not to mention that you still have shares in Valyrian steel."

"But in this case, who should you rely on more?"

In the middle of speaking, Dandelion looked at Geralt next to him as if asking for help.

"Margarita Laux Andrea," Geralt said calmly. The two of them have been old friends for more than ten years, and they have a good understanding of each other. "Dean Aretuza."

"Yes! It's this noble lady."

Dandelion said indignantly.

"You have devoted your precious youth, so what's wrong with accepting a little support?"

"Just like me, although I still rely on my art to make a living most of the time, I won't refuse the gifts that ladies forcefully give me!"

Finally, the experienced Dan Master spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

"You know me, I have a lot of masculinity. But one of the important rules of life is: don't take it easy when things happen. Who hasn't had difficult times?"

"Don't follow Geralt's example. I think it will take decades for him and Yennefer to be in trouble."

Geralt remained silent, but calmly pulled the bowl of sauerkraut in Dandelion's set meal towards him.

"I feel that I have benefited a lot from your suggestions."

Lann spread his hands to Dandelion and said.

"But unfortunately, this suggestion came too late. I have already taken it, and now I have to look at the reality and think of a solution."

"Is that why you came to Dudu?"

At this time, Dandelion understood why Lan En came to find that 'business-minded shapeshifter'.

But as he was trying to figure it out, his expression turned weird.

Lan En observed the change in Dandelion's face, and he had a bad feeling.

"I guess... you have something to tell me?"

Geralt also looked up from his plate.

Dandelion chuckled, then fell silent again.

"That's right. How do I put it?"

"Dudu is about to go bankrupt and is avoiding debts now."

"Then let me guess again." Lan En felt his eyelids starting to twitch. "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Dandelion remained silent and almost buried his head in the soup bowl.

(End of this chapter)