Chapter 999 981 Novigrad

Chapter 999 981. Novigrad

What made Geralt feel strange was why a farmer and his daughter who drove a donkey cart to deliver goods on the road knew Lan's name.

Geralt was a veteran witcher who had been on the continent for decades, and he was a little different from ordinary witchers.

- He had a friend, a friend who was a well-known poet and singer.

Dandelion often went on adventures with him, deeply involved in the witcher's commissions and daily life.

Even when their relationship could be called "close friends", he witnessed Geralt's tortuous and bizarre love.

Dandelion's talent allowed him to compile all the things he saw and heard into poems and drama scripts.

Through the spread of these things, Geralt had a reputation and popularity far beyond that of ordinary witchers.

Although these stories combined were not as shocking as Lan's performance in a war, Geralt was undoubtedly a celebrity in this world and this era.

The kind of fame was not small.

That's why he could sense something was wrong.

"You may not believe it."

Lane tilted his head towards Geralt and said.

The two witchers continued walking on the road, not in a hurry to speed up, with a bit of an eye on the father and daughter leading a donkey in front of them.

"I once made friends with a high-level vampire."

"Are you kidding me? Is it the kind of high-level vampire I'm thinking of?"

"Don't be shocked, Geralt. Regis has a good personality and is a vampire who prohibits blood. Even if you meet him, you will think he is a decent gentleman, but he smells too much coriander."

The corner of the old witcher's mouth twitched slightly. Obviously, he never thought that a high-level vampire, a monster that Vesemir taught him to turn around and run away without hesitation when he met him, would leave the deepest impression on Lan as a person full of coriander?

"No, let's get back to the point. I saw through his disguise because he told me my story. At that time, I hadn't done anything big. I wasn't as famous as you."

"So that's what you said." Geralt looked unconvinced and raised his chin towards the father and daughter walking with a donkey on the road ahead. "Do you think they are also high-level vampires?"

"No, of course not. But it's not normal for them to recognize me at first sight."

Lan's hood shook left and right.

What he did affected the entire north-south situation and the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. This is indeed an incomparable influence.

Even if this happened in the hometown world, his name would definitely dominate the global hot search headlines for several years, and even enter the textbooks.

But. This is the magical Middle Ages.

It's different from the information age of the hometown world.

In the information age, viral information can make a person a celebrity in an instant, and he will be recognized on the street.

But even such a person can only enjoy the treatment of over 100 million fans.

If a person with only a few million fans walks on the street in a normal manner, basically no one will take a second look, let alone recognize him.

In this magical medieval era, although what Lan En did was shocking, every well-informed bard relied on these stories to make money.

However, due to the speed and method of dissemination, Lan En didn't think he could be recognized by any farmer he met on the road in the wild.

It's more like being scared by his own size.

After all, ordinary farmers may meet bards a few times in their lifetime.

"Of course, this doesn't mean that there is a problem with them. It's just..."

Lan En didn't finish his words, but Geralt understood what he meant.

The 'listeners' are fine, but the 'storyteller' is the problem.

"Your story spread too quickly and too widely."

Geralt said worriedly in a slightly hoarse voice.

He didn't feel it before, after all, he was on the road with a clear goal, and then went to Aretuza to work and earn money.

But now, when they were busy with some trivial matters on the road, they actually felt how famous Lan En was now.

"But being famous is a good thing, meow?"

The fluffy ball that had been sitting in front of Lan En raised its head, and a puzzled expression flashed in the cat's big watery eyes.

Lan En smiled and patted the kitten's head.

"Being famous is of course a good thing, but being famous to this extent is a shame."

Fame is a good thing worth pursuing throughout one's life. It can make people feel the joy and satisfaction of self-realization, and the psychological comfort and motivation are unparalleled.

Almost everyone who has escaped from the distress of basic living needs will start to pursue this kind of thing at some point.

This thing is of course excellent.

But when a person gets used to the fame surrounding him and has already regarded this kind of euphoric environment as the norm, what if these reputations are gone?

The pain of drug withdrawal is just like this.

In other words, these reputations that are hyped up are like "anesthetic powder".

Whoever controls the anesthetic powder may be able to control those who are addicted to it.

Reputation can be a good thing, but it can also be a good 'dog chain'.

Tie up those who can no longer leave.

Some people want to influence me in this way.

Lan En looked at the muddy road under his feet and felt a little subtle with interest.

Once you can exert influence, it means you can control.

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Watching the farmer and his daughter finally reach their destination on the road, the two demon hunters were able to speed up their progress and arrived outside the walls of Novigrad that afternoon.

"While you can still see the unobstructed wilderness and sky now, you will feel that even the sky is divided by buildings after entering the city."

Geralt said to Lan En.

There are grain-producing farms on the outskirts of Novigrad, and there are village settlements formed outside the city because people have no money to settle in the city.

This is an alluvial plain nurtured by the water of the Pontar River.

This is one of the few large flat lands that Lan En has seen in the magical Middle Ages.

There are mill windmills spinning in the fields, and even if the fertile land has never been taken care of, it can still grow bright flowers, green grass and trees.

The blue sky and white clouds on the seashore, which are already in various shapes, appear even more free and easy against the backdrop of the wilderness.

In the city of Novigrad, there are large areas of red roof tiles and stone walls. Although the dense buildings are messy, they also carry the unique vitality and vitality of the city.

Novigrad, the pearl of the north, the free city.

It is generally believed that this is a city with the potential to become the world's capital.

Lan En had a brief understanding of this city before coming here. The permanent population is more than 30,000, and the floating population is more than twice this number.

In this world similar to the European Middle Ages, it is a well-deserved large city.

Of course, if we talk about the grandeur and strangeness of the architecture, Yharnam and Lothric are still the pinnacles that Lan En has seen.

So Geralt was disappointed. Lan, who came to Novigrad for the first time, was not shocked by the row upon row of buildings.

For young people, this kind of city atmosphere where many people live in one city makes him feel familiar and curious.

After all, with the current population density of Novigrad, he felt that it was a little bit "lively".

The two walked across a stone bridge across the shallow tributary of the Pontar River and entered the city from the Glorious Gate of Novigrad.

This city built on the delta where the river flows into the sea cleverly uses the tributaries of the river as a moat.

Lan's size and the unicorn wearing magic harness caused a commotion at the gate of the Glorious Gate.

Although Novigrad is on the territory of Redania, the king of Redania has no right to send soldiers to garrison.

The local violent agency responsible for managing order is the temple guards under the Eternal Flame Sect.

Although their clothes are also red and white, the red color represents the "Eternal Flame" more.

The temple guards who were responsible for the entry inspection were obviously confused, but people in big cities should have heard the stories about the Civil War and the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

A leader of the temple guards obviously recognized Lan En. He did not do anything extra, but asked the two demon hunters to pay the money according to the rules to enter the city.

Although in fact, "paying the money according to the rules" is already quite abnormal.

After entering the city walls, Novigrad was truly presented to people.

The bustling crowds of people dressed in various colors all have their own goals. The crowds are moving, and everyone is running for livelihood and profit.

Goods vendors wearing nose clip glasses, "female waiters" wearing shorts, long boots, and collars open to the middle of the chest, and craftsmen and workers on the roadside who were sweating and unkempt.

"Wow."

The calico cat sitting in front of Lan En looked around curiously.

The Elu cat who grew up in the New World obviously had never seen so many people living together. The population density of the New World is really a tragedy.

The unicorn under the magic harness also seemed much more lively, and the sound of its hooves stepping on the stone brick floor was crisper.

"Welcome to Novigrad."

As a frequent visitor, Geralt politely welcomed the fluff ball and the unicorn.

The calico cat nodded while still looking around. The unicorn also snorted with a "huff".

Lane, wearing a cloak, was so intimidating that he and the unicorn, who were so big, didn't feel crowded on the road.

Because the people who were close to them were pushing others in the opposite direction.

"Let's go find Dudu first and explain your story to him."

As a frequent visitor to Novigrad, Geralt began to arrange the itinerary for the newcomers, one cat and one ancient dragon.

Thanks to his steady and tough appearance, his words were very convincing.

"I remember he will have a drink at the Kingfisher Tavern in the afternoon. Can we..."

Geralt was making arrangements, but after the two witchers turned another corner in the alleys of Novigrad, a noise and clamor drowned out Geralt's voice.

"Crackling" explosions came from a distance.

Then the two witchers on horseback sniffed at the same time.

They smelled the scent of cherry jam.

"Asshole! Incompetent! Poet? I think it's bullshit!"