Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1008 990. Communication

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

But this time, not only Shani stood at the door to see them off, but even Kalkstein stood 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."

Usually, when Dandelion went out to travel and collect stories, he would meet rough nobles who had no interest 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 this world.

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

But when Lan En and Kalkstein 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 Fluff Ball sat on the opposite side.

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

Dandelion was 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 in a row like those in 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 cooperate 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.

Today's lunch menu at Kingfisher Tavern is tuna, which the owner 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 was unfamiliar with this feeling.

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

All make loud noise a guarantee of privacy.

"I'm a down-to-earth guy like him, and I don't know any polite words. 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 didn't take off his hood and wasn't going to eat. He just put his elbows on the table and watched his friends eat.

A solid wood table paired with a cotton-filled silk bench completes the set.

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

But he couldn't get angry.

"Showing wisdom often brings respect. The more educated a person is, the more they will respect wisdom. You can't control yourself. This is normal, Dandelion."

It's great in smoked fish sandwiches and pan-fried fish fillets.

As Tris walked, she held Lan En's arm and giggled, her flowers trembling.

Dandelion called the sorceress 'the most generous beauty I have ever seen'.

"Showing force will gain awe, and if paired with bloodthirst and cruelty, you will gain fear. But wisdom is different, man."

The Kingfisher Tavern is considered a high-end restaurant in Novigrad. There are only three tables in the corridor on the second floor, each of which is more than two meters apart.

"Oh, thank you very much." Dandelion sneered angrily, "Please pay attention to the mixture of dog feces and chicken feathers two steps in front of you. Don't step on it, Lan. This is out of respect for you as a cultural person. And made a reminder.”

Just like when two doctors are discussing a problem, even if the primary school students who are observing are treated as nothing, the primary school students will not feel that something is wrong.

Noisy chatter, shouting after drinking, and even minstrels playing instruments in the tavern to heat up the atmosphere.

"I will, thanks for reminding me."

Because he couldn't put it in his mouth.

From Triss's perspective, he could only see the top of the hood on the flannel ball head swaying.

It even felt like I was being a bit ungrateful by interjecting between the two of them.

Lan's hood moved up and down.

"Awesome, Master Dan. Lan En is praising you as a cultural person."

"How many people are looking my way in this tavern?"

"There are five people in the lobby on the first floor, and there is one person at the innermost table on the second floor. He has been going back and forth between the first and third floors since just now. He looks very busy. I think he just wants to pass by the second floor a few times. "

Geralt said lightly.

Demon hunters do not participate in politics based on the principle of neutrality established during the Order, but their senses and training make them naturally more powerful than ordinary senior spies. After all, when completing a commission in the wild, the deformed spiders lurking in the piles of rotten leaves and the eyes of those cold-blooded beasts observing their prey are definitely much more hidden than spies.

But Geralt killed more shape-shifting spiders than there were cows and sheep on a farm.

He had observed many signs from the moment he sat down to eat.

After Geralt said these words at Lann's request, Dandelion stopped holding the fork and spoon in his hands and his eyes widened.

Triss, on the other hand, was much better than him. She was just a little surprised and alert at the same time.

"Who are these people? What do they want to do?"

Knowing that someone was staring at Lan En, Triss's voice became colder.

But the person involved still looked nonchalant.

"There are many possibilities for temple guards, spies from various houses in Novigrad, and even gangsters' informants."

Lan En scratched his head through his hood.

"Although I'm wearing a cloak, my figure is still a bit too eye-catching."

The growth state controlled by the gene seeds allowed his muscle dimensions to increase simultaneously with his height.

This resulted in him and Triss sitting on the same bench, but compared to normal people, his body shape looked like a tall and strong man and a short and skinny man.

"I'm too noticeable, and"

As Lan spoke, he raised his chin towards Dandelion across the table.

"Dandelion, you are a famous bard. You should have heard those stories about me?"

When it comes to the professional field, the poet's face also becomes 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, as well as the two naughty mustaches on his mouth, 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 he passed 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, a little smugly.

He was very confident in his poetry. In his opinion, those bards and playwrights who gained some fame by telling stories about Lan En's mythical performance during the war were nothing more than that.

In other words, it only took a wave of traffic bonuses to get up, and the ability is 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.

Lan En 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 to everyone at the table again.

"So, the current situation is actually not optimistic."

"Currently, no one dares to attack me physically, at least until they are in a hurry and are sure. But this kind of sideways action has always been there, and it is becoming 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.

"Kalkistan."

Lan En spit out the name, and at the same time he lifted 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. It's difficult to use even in the hands of a warlock who is not proficient in illusion, 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 it's actually just a cloak. As long as some alchemy techniques are strange but not very difficult, can't even an ordinary cloak make the wearer look 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 involved in the 'communications' industry for more than ten years, gradually brightened.

(End of this chapter)