Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1017 999. Unexpected encounter
Lan En and Triss walked out from the area where the poor lived, so stone bricks appeared on the road again, and there was less mud and dirty water on the road.

After coming out of the rotten forest, the two of them walked for a while, and the smell of fish and the sound of shouting became heavier and heavier.

This is a fish market in Novigrad. This city is close to both the sea and the river and has a rich variety of fish.

A human merchant wearing an olive green soft cloth hat was holding a live eel in his hand, loudly showing off to the people around him how fresh today's goods were.

He chattered incessantly and looked confident, as if anyone who walked away from his stall empty-handed had suffered a loss.

Although the fish market is called a 'fish market', it actually sells everything, but there are more stalls selling fish.

The market is so crowded that walking inside is like wandering through dense bush.

The witcher's cloak is being pulled from all directions and by everyone all the time.

Lan stood in front of Triss, opening a path through the crowd like the bow of a ship parting waves.

The little kid, temporarily left alone by his mother, wanted to rub his nose on his cloak.

Lan En curled his lips. He only saw a big bucket of herring next to him.

Those voices came from a vendor with a storybook-like color. The wooden sign hanging on the stall shed reads: Miracles, amulets, fish hooks and bait are sold.

"Then do you want to see bleeding here? Then you have a terrible heart, Triss. Wait, why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?"

Traveling merchants selling invisibility pills, aphrodisiacs, and erotic pictures carved on cedar boards also dragged him to try to sell some good products.

Dandelion greeted while plucking his fingers smoothly on the strings.

Lann and Triss noticed that Dandelion was asking these words to a girl in front of him.

"Come on, everyone! Who wants to hear a love song?"

"No, no." Triss denied, but the curvature of the corners of her mouth and the laughter as clear as a silver bell made no secret. "Of course not. I just saw something cute."

The spies in the city's security tower were wearing cloaks like him, but when they wanted to grab him for questioning out of professional habit, they were dragged away by the crowd as soon as they grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

Dandelion stood on the stacks of wooden crates placed in the stall, shaking his legs happily and singing to the people in front of him.

And when Dandelion focused the attention of the audience on the girl, she did not show any embarrassment. Instead, she was calm and composed, as if she was waiting to watch the poet's performance.

"Oh, Priscilla, has anyone ever told you that you are incredibly beautiful?"

The sorceress watched the excitement behind Lan En and shouted without thinking it was a big deal.

If you want to see cute things at the fish market, that's it.
Before Lan En could finish complaining in his mind, a melodious lute sound came from not far away, followed by a familiar laughter that sounded like gurgling water.

Under the cloak, Lan En's originally calm and calm face quickly distorted, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but at least he didn't curse.

The girl is wearing blue and red clothes. This eye-catching color matching is generally suitable for performers such as minstrels, because they need to attract the audience's attention.

He began to push the crowd in front of him, but he controlled the force to the same level as an ordinary person.

Contrary to Lan En's expression that quickly dropped, Triss, who was following behind him, quickly smiled.

"Hey, if I were crowded like this, I would just rush out."

The witcher responded without looking back.

"What, no? That's impossible! Unless they're all blind and lard has blinded their hearts!"

"Those who want to touch their hearts and be satisfied, just throw a coin into my hat. Wait! What did you throw in just now? A copper coin? You keep it for the beggar! Don't insult art with copper coins! Maybe I can forgive you, but art can’t!”

"Dandelion!"

Lan En turned around in the crowd and approached the stall where the poet was.

"I thought you should be writing a play script in your room with Geralt now, but you started a concert here? Singing like an old beggar in the market, what? Don't you feel that you have lost your status now?"

Because he was aggrieved by being squeezed in the crowd just now, Lan En's tone was a little bad now.

"Lost?" Dandelion said in surprise, "What matters is who is singing, not where."

He appeared a little panicked, and even the smooth notes of the lute in his hand had harsh fluctuations.

His fingering on the piano was messed up, but how was that possible? Dandelion played the piano better than he flirted with girls.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Dandelion. Have you finished writing the script? Didn't you say it will take at least a day?"

Lan En frowned slightly under his hood.

"Script?" The poet blinked, "Oh! Yes! Script!"

"But my good friend, the playwright, also needs to eat, and I'm hungry. And this kind stall owner agreed to treat me to a meal."

"But my good friend." At this time, Triss, who was behind Lan En, interrupted with a smile, and repeated Dandelion's name with evil intentions.

"I remember that I booked a room for you at the Kingfisher Hotel, and the caterer was there. If you are really pursuing this beautiful lady, just say so, okay? Be honest, I know you can't stay."

Dandelion stood on the wooden box and smiled awkwardly, his eyes wandering at the same time.

At this time, the woman who had been frequently interacted with by the poet, after hearing Tris talking about herself, turned to face the two of them.

She is indeed beautiful, even compared to the sorceress.

Her long blond hair poured out from a cloth hat with swan feathers, her face was delicate, and her eyes were slightly smoky. "Hello."

When she spoke, her voice was very delicate, and you could tell from her breath that she was also a singer.

"Are you friends with Dandelion too? He never told me. Call me Priscilla."

"Hello, I'm Triss. He."

The sorceress crossed Lan En and shook hands with Priscilla. At the same time, she pointed to Lan En's cloak sheepishly, indicating that it was not convenient for him to introduce her.

"Understood." Priscilla didn't hesitate.

While she returned a sweet smile to Dandelion who was standing on the wooden box and started playing the piano and singing, she moved her head close to Triss and Lann and whispered.

"But Triss, can you please ask Dandelion to stop pestering me for now? He's been a little too enthusiastic these days."

"Although I do appreciate his accomplishments in poetry, even if he really wants to pursue me or just maintain a short relationship, he doesn't have to do this, right?"

"I am also a poet and singer, and I also have my own career to take care of."

Triss listened to Priscilla's words with understanding and sympathy on her face.

She can also understand the distress of men chasing after her like bees and butterflies when she devotes energy to her career.

Most beautiful women have this experience.

Those men seem to think that women should be love brains all day long, waiting for the nourishment of love all day long, but in fact they will also focus on their careers.

You may also feel that pursuit that is too sticky is tiring.

"and many more!"

But Lan En suddenly interrupted.

"Did you just say 'these days'?"

As Lan emphasized the rereading of 'these days', Triss's expression gradually became as if she had seen a ghost. Her eyes flickered back and forth on Dandelion and Priscilla on the wooden box.

"Yes." Priscilla didn't know what the situation was, so she could only tell the truth with a little confusion. "He has been pestering me these days. Ever since I sang the first song in the Kingfisher Tavern, he has been pestering me in the pub."

In the end, Lan En and Triss's eyes were fixed on the poet who was still playing the piano on the wooden box.

Dandelion's forehead gradually became sweaty, and his fingering on the piano became more and more messy.

Finally, the tuneless lute sound gradually stopped, and Dandelion opened his mouth and tried to laugh.

But he couldn't get the curve of his mouth out, and finally he simply jumped behind him, and the piles of wooden boxes under his feet fell to the ground.

"Hey! Are you crazy, asshole!"

The stall owner immediately jumped up and cursed.

Priscilla was also dumbfounded. She obviously didn't know why Dandelion had gone crazy all of a sudden.

But Lan En and Triss knew that although it was ridiculous that the matter had developed to this point, this 'Dandelion' must be a shape-shifter!
It’s most likely Dudu!
"Give way! Give way!"

Lan En shouted while carefully controlling his strength to push away the crowd in front of him.

Triss no longer followed him now. The sorceress simply squeezed in the other direction, trying to outflank him.

Her performance now is much more lively and vigorous than when she was behind Lan En.

She cursed unceremoniously in a silvery voice, and pushed people in the market, just like the hags haggling at the vegetable stalls next to them.

Behind Lan En, there was the sound of many objects overturning, as well as the sound of curses and complaints from the crowd.

With agility that was beyond the reach of ordinary people, and with his extremely strong core strength, he forced himself to turn around while jumping in mid-air, and passed over a child who was spinning around.

The ground under his feet was slippery from selling fish. He slipped slightly and knocked over a bucket of herring.

The stall owner wearing an olive green cloth hat yelled angrily and slapped him on the back with the eel in his hand.

The eel was indeed fresh and full of vitality.

"Honey, go to the other side and block him!"

Triss was pointing ahead and shouting not far away.

Behind her was Priscilla.

Although the poetess looked confused, she was surprisingly excited.

"What is going on? You are friends, but Dandelion is desperately trying to hide. Is he under a spell? A curse? Or is he under some kind of anonymous but dangerous threat?"

"I'm here to help too, catch him quickly! I have an idea!"

What are you doing?
Lan En looked at the excited poetess unexpectedly.

He thought he had met a female version of Dandelion.

(End of this chapter)