Chapter 1000 982 See You Again Dandelion

Chapter 1000 982. Goodbye Dandelion

This jar of cherry jam that was smashed down from upstairs was made of solid ingredients. After the glass jar was smashed, the rich sweet aroma even briefly overcame the odor of sweat from the crowd.

A large group of onlookers gathered at the corner of the alley, next to a small house painted pink.

A young blond woman in pajamas stood on a rooftop terrace decorated with flowers, looking down, her graceful shoulder curves looming under the ruffles of her corset. She grabbed a flower pot and was about to throw it down.

Geralt is also a person who likes to watch the excitement, but sitting on the back of the carrot, he cannot see beyond the crowd and see clearly what is going on inside.

I could only hear the young demon hunter next to me making a "tsk, tsk" sound as he watched the excitement, and he became more and more anxious.

Lan En relied on his and Qilin's size to be able to see clearly what was going on in the crowd.

A familiar man wearing a fancy cherry red tights with lace puff sleeves was standing next to the puddle of exploding cherry jam.

There is no doubt that this position is misleading, because when the blonde woman above threw the flowerpot, the man had already jumped away in the opposite direction.

"Please, Dovina!" the man shouted, and this voice also made Geralt suddenly realize, and he immediately covered his forehead.

"Don't believe what they say! I am very loyal to you! If I lie, I would rather die on the spot!"

"Scoundrel! Devil! Scoundrel! Poet of shit!"

The buxom blonde yelled and ran into the house, no doubt looking for new ammunition.

"Nice dodge, Dandelion."

Lan En clapped vigorously from outside the crowd, and at the same time, he and the curious Qilin squeezed into the crowd and got close to the poet.

The ancient dragons of the New World have never seen this battle before, and now they are extremely curious.

"It seems that you have learned something from your past experiences, right? Are you okay now? Are you in trouble?"

"Ah, everything is fine," the bard replied with a smile, "As usual. Hello, Blue Geralt. What are you doing here? Wait! For the sake of the plague, be careful!"

Although poets are usually not reliable at all, they are definitely smart enough.

After he saw Lan En's hooded cloak, he immediately realized that this was definitely not a good time to shout his name.

But in this situation, 'smart' is of no use.

A tin teacup whizzed through the air and clattered onto the pavement. Dandelion reached out to pick it up, looked at the damage, and threw it into the ditch on the side of the road.

Novigrad is also better than most cities in the north - its main areas are all paved roads, which will not allow pedestrians to step on a mixture of mud or excrement when walking.

"Take your clothes." The blonde woman yelled, the lace of her pajamas swinging on her plump chest, "Don't let me see you again! Never come again, you're a useless singer! A useless poet!"

"These are not mine." Dandelion picked up a pair of colorful trousers from the ground and said in surprise, "I have never worn such trousers in my life. This style is too funny! You can't insult my dressing sense!" "

The blonde in the attic choked briefly, but then started roaring angrily again.

"Go away! Dandelion! I never want to see you again! You... do you know how you behave in bed? Useless! No trouble at all! Do you understand? Did you all hear it? He made no trouble for me in bed. !”

The crowd under the loft was silent for a while when Lan En squeezed in. After all, this figure is indeed too intimidating.

But when Lan En himself said that he was just watching the fun, the blond girl upstairs said such pleasant words again.

Suddenly, some people in the crowd started to cheer, while others whistled, urging the blonde to keep going. Anyway, a happy atmosphere broke out.

"Just to be on the safe side." At this time, Geralt also squeezed over.

There were a lot of people, so he had to dismount and hold the reins before squeezing in.

He had an uneasy look on his face.

"Let's make sure first. This girl doesn't have a crossbow or anything in her room, right?"

"This is indeed possible." The poet stretched his neck and wanted to look into the room in the attic. There were many small objects on it that could be used as 'ammunition'.

"Her brother seems to have worked in the armory and the blacksmith shop. I'm sure he can make one for her."

"Then it would be unwise to stay here." Lan En's mouth twitched. "You can wait until she calms down before coming back."

"What the hell, isn't it?" Dandelion said with a grimace, "First I was slandered by bad words, and then I was hit in the face with jam and flower pots. I don't want to come back again. Our short relationship is over."

"But you have to wait a little longer, wait for her, for God's sake! No! Dovina! Don't throw away my lute!"

The bard rushed forward, stretched out his arms, threw himself down in the street, and caught the instrument at the last moment before it hit the ground. The lute vibrated with a moaning sound.

"Oh my god." Dandelion stood up and sighed, "Fortunately, I caught it. Okay, everything goes well, let's get out of here."

"My hat with the goshawk tail feathers on it is still at her house. I bought it at a high price. But I think she won't throw it away, but it doesn't matter. Just think that I am paying for my stupidity. alright."

The expensive hat with the goshawk tail feathers was indeed not thrown down.

But as the blonde went into another hysteria, a cheap soft cloth hat with a heron feather was thrown down along with a bunch of small odds and ends.

Dandelion ran over, patted the dust and put it on his head.

It was considered to be back to the familiar appearance in Lan En's eyes.

The poet followed the two demon hunters and squeezed out, while saluting the crowd as if he had just finished a performance.

The ironic words just now were just part of the lines of the performance.

"Why is she so excited? What stupid thing have you done, Dandelion?"

Lan En leaned down on Qilin's back and asked the poet with a smile.

He did not dismount, because if he dismounted and walked, the area occupied by him and Qilin would appear larger.

"As usual." The bard shrugged. "She expects me to be monogamous, but she has no qualms about showing off other men's pants to the whole world."

"Did you hear what she just said? For the love of the gods, I've slept with better women, but I'm not going to show it off in the street. Come on."

"Okay, let's go." Lan En seemed a little hesitant after finishing speaking, "Uh, do you recommend a place?"

Just like all male friendships, everyone can leave as soon as they want, but usually when they ask where they are going after going out, everyone is dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Dandelion is absolutely good at eating, drinking and having fun.

"As long as you don't go to the Temple of Eternal Fire, anywhere will do. But I recommend the 'Hairy Cave' because I haven't had lunch yet."

"We can order a set of the famous fried fish set there, and then chat while eating. For example, this magnificent, elegant and tall horse you are sitting on, and the kitten in your arms?"

Dandelion's laid-back personality meant that he would not rush to ask questions after seeing the flannel ball and Qilin, but would talk about it when he was relaxed.

After all, Lan En is his friend, and he knows very well his magical and otherworldly qualities.

"Hello meow!"

So when the flannel ball opened his mouth to talk to him, Dandelion just blinked and accepted it naturally.

"Wow, hello to you too, beautiful kitten. May I ask, you."

"My name is Velvet Ball, Elu Cat, and I am a warrior cat!"

The kitten stood in front of the saddle, proudly crossing his arms.

Fortunately, the unicorn was tall enough so no one saw it.

Dandelion was also very supportive. He gently plucked the strings of the lute in his arms, and the flowing melody was melodious.

"Sure enough, I knew right away that such a majestic cat must be a master!"

"Really? Thanks meow!"

The old man and the great poet who talked about people and ghosts, with a few words, made the simple-minded Ellu confused. Dandelion even took the time to wave to the road next to him.

The two girls carrying the vegetable basket giggled.

"But seriously, why did you two come to Novigrad together?"

"He has something to do." Geralt led the horse and walked side by side with Dandelion, pointing his hand upwards at Lan En, "Look for Dudu."

When he first met the shapeshifter, Dandelion was involved in the whole process and was also a mutual friend of the shapeshifter and Geralt.

"Looking for Dudu? Are you talking about business?" Dandelion was a little surprised, but he quickly stopped caring. "Well, it doesn't matter."

The poet pouted and made a face, and took off the chicken feathers on his hat with heron feathers.

Just now they passed by a store where chickens were being killed, and the chickens were jumping like crazy.

"Geralt has been here many times, and I'm too lazy to tell him more, but you are different, Lan."

the poet said happily, with a kind of pride that was not malicious.

"Nice to see you in Novigrad, the center of the world and culture. Civilized people can breathe freely here!"

"Okay, civilized gentlemen." Lan En followed suit, but stretched out a finger from under his cloak and pointed to the alley next to him.

"But how about we go somewhere to breathe freely?"

Not too far into the alley, a barefooted man was squatting there with his eyes wide open, defecating.

“My response to this is: out of sight, out of mind.”

Dandelion was not embarrassed at all, and looked calm and generous, worthy of a famous actor.

"I advise you to do the same. After all, I know that the senses of demon hunters seem to be a little better than ordinary people."

"Well we'd better not talk about this, after all, out of sight is out of mind."

Lan En's mouth twitched slightly under his cloak.

Fortunately, the tavern Dandelion picked was not far away, just around the corner.

"Please accept my compliments!" Dandelion smiled openly at the girl cleaning the stairs outside the tavern. "Oh, my dear, has anyone ever told you how cute you are?"

Lan En and Geralt looked at each other. They both thought that the girl would hit the poet with the handle of the broom.

But they were wrong. The girl smiled at the poet and winked hard. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, his face pretended to be serious and repulsive.

But before the girl could say the ugly words, Dandelion was already familiar with the situation, as if he had anticipated everything.

"The boss must tell you: if Dandelion comes to pay for credit again, just beat him away with a broom."

"But today is different from the past! Beautiful girl, Dandelion will pay all the bills today! Yes, you heard right, all of them!"

The poet was talking nonsense in front of him, but Lan En and Geralt suddenly looked at each other and felt a little bad.