Chapter 1002 984 Villa in the City Center

Chapter 1002 984. Villa in the city center

"Oh my god"

Even Geralt was shocked and stared at Dandelion.

"What's wrong with Dudu? Did you cheat him?"

"No, you definitely can't spend as much money as he makes!"

"If you want to put it in a more tactful way." Dandelion licked his lips awkwardly and beat around the bush, "I can only say that I encountered the same dilemma as Lan En."

"I don't ask for help from others very often. You must understand me, Geralt."

"Yes, you don't ask for help from others very often." Geralt said coldly, "Except when you asked me to save you."

"Anyway!" Dandelion interrupted Geralt in time, "I introduced Dudu to a powerful alchemist, and maybe we can come up with a promising project. But."

Obviously, something went wrong in the process and now it's a failure.

Another tragic story of wanting to start a business but throwing all the capital in.

"Huh~" Lan En sighed with a headache.

"Can you find Toot now?"

He was not too worried about Toot's debts. After all, he just wanted this shapeshifter who had a good business sense and was recognized by Geralt as a person of character to be his asset manager.

With his own rich assets, as long as he managed them well, the manager would be able to make a lot of money.

But the problem now is.

"Isn't Toot hiding from his debts?"

Dandelion laughed dryly twice, and in order to hide his embarrassment, he quickly grabbed a wooden spoon and scooped two spoonfuls of tomato cream soup into his mouth.

"Yes, hiding from his debts." Geralt gritted his teeth after hearing this.

"There are brick houses and stone roads in Novigrad. There is a seaport, many warehouses, and four water mills. There are also many slaughterhouses and sawmills, and a large pointed leather shoe workshop."

"Many excellent craftsmen and guilds, a mint, eight banks of various sizes, and nineteen pawnshops. A huge religious castle and guard tower."

"There are also many supporting facilities, including a guillotine, a gallows with a trap door, thirty-five taverns, a theater, a zoo, and seven or eight scattered markets, twelve brothels, and countless temples."

"And there are people, a permanent population of 30,000 and a floating population twice that number!"

"And now." Geralt sighed and spread his hands, while his eyes were fiercely staring at the poet who was about to bury his head in the soup bowl beside him. "We have to find a shapeshifter in this city that can even imitate the thoughts and memories of others?!"

Very good, Geralt's objective statement made Lan En feel a headache.

A slice of tomato hung on the spoon he raised, and the tomato slice swung on the spoon like a pendulum, just like his mood at the moment.

Geralt and Lann looked hopeless. 'Find a friendly shapeshifter', this task doesn't sound dangerous at all, but once it is related to the city of Novigrad with a large population, the difficulty of the task will soar.

"We have to think of a way."

Lann sighed and cheered up.

Things should be done, and they can't just not be done because they are too difficult.

This way of escaping is not his style.

And just when these people were troubled by the troublesome current situation.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three soft but clear knocks came from the door of the box.

The person didn't wait for the people in the box to speak, and pushed the door open and walked in. With a gust of fragrant wind.

There is also a lively voice like a girl, but also with an attractive mature atmosphere.

"It seems like this is a private party? Can I come in?"

"You're already in." Lann smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing to the empty chair next to the table, "Welcome, Triss."

The newcomer had red hair and wore a hunting outfit suitable for sports.

However, the sorceress's figure always makes the shapeless breeches tight to show a hint of roundness and plumpness.

The long boots that are longer than the thighs are actually more like stockings in this outfit.

The silver pendants on the necks of the two demon hunters shook more violently.

There are a large number of magic equipment all over the city of Novigrad, and the door locks of major institutions are even magic locks combined with physical locks.

In this case, the demon hunter's badge has actually been jumping slightly, and the jumping amplitude will only increase when it is very close to the source of magic power.

So when Triss was outside the door just now, Geralt and Lann could not actually judge that there was a sorceress outside the door by the necklace.

"Oh, hello, Triss."

The awkward atmosphere was broken, and Dandelion was the first to warmly welcome the atmosphere breaker to express his gratitude.

"You too, great poet."

The sorceress in high-heeled boots walked like a cat. She smiled and patted the poet's shoulder, and walked past him.

But she didn't stop at the chair that Lan pointed to. Instead, she pulled the back of the chair and dragged it to Lan's side with the sound of the chair legs rubbing against the wooden floor.

She sat down next to him and crossed her legs elegantly.

Lan was stunned watching from the side. This woman is quite courageous today!

Although it's not in the academy now.

"Want to eat something, Triss?"

Geralt pointed to the fried fish set meal in front of the three of them and the cat.

Triss is Yennefer's good friend and bestie, and when Geralt went to Vizima in Temeria to lift the curse of the vampire bird, Triss was already serving as a royal advisor.

Foltest even learned what kind of group the witchers were from her mouth.

So they are all familiar with it.

Moreover, Dandelion and Geralt were both wise and pretended that they did not see the strange atmosphere between a man and a woman across from them.

Lan En's tall body seemed restrained, but Triss kept 'invading' in Lan En's direction.

The velvet ball originally squeezed in the middle could only stare at his big watery eyes with a confused look on his face.

It also thought that Triss liked this position, so it gave a light 'meow' and ran to sit on the other side of its boss with the plate in hand.

"Thanks, Geralt, I've eaten."

Triss put her elbows on the table and swayed, and answered with a smile.

Lan En originally wanted to move the chair to the side naturally by shaking his shoulders.

But after shaking it slightly, I found that it was not shaking.

Looking down, I saw that the legs of the chair were pressed by a magical light.

The slender palms that Tris placed under the table also shone slightly.

"Hey, why are you in Novigrad?"

Lan En asked slightly anxiously.

However, the sorceress's light blue eyes swept across the young demon hunter's face, and the charm and uneasy look on his face made her chuckle.

"You have absolutely nothing to worry about Rita, honey."

Triss' voice, in her joking voice, was deliberately made to sound cloyingly sweet.

A young member of the sorceress group, playful and optimistic, often laughing at some inconspicuous things.

Except when the Battle of Sodden Mountain ended, Lan En took care of her who suffered burns all over her body for those few days. This was the impression Triss gave him.

"in fact"

She supported her chin with the back of her hand and tilted her head to look at Lan En beside her.

"She is the one who asked me to come here, and I also heard what she said about you. She asked me to 'take care' of you here. Haha, listen to what she said. A hero who wins a war is like a little fart Like a child."

Triss put an emphasis on the word 'take care of'.

Immediately, Dandelion across the table showed an ambiguous and tacit smile.

"I have a villa next to the Patriarch's Square in Novigrad. The price of hotels in Novigrad is not cheap. It shouldn't be easy for you to afford it now, right? And it's not convenient for Qilin and Velvet Ball to stay in a hotel."

After saying that, Triss stood up, her slender but powerful waist directly in front of Lan En, and her upper body reached over him to scratch the flannel ball's chin.

"Oh, it's been such a long time, you're even cuter, kitten."

"Thanks for the compliment, nya!"

The kitten raised his head and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

Lan En blinked, first looking at the life-threatening waist in front of him, and then raising his eyes upward, just in time to look Dandelion in the eye.

‘The Leader’s Square! Central location! villa! ’

The poet is using intense and silent lip language to spread knowledge to Lan En.

No matter which world you are in, everyone knows the value of a woman who owns a villa in the center of a world-class city.

In addition, I am really strapped for money right now.

"Thank you for letting us stay, Triss."

Lan En tried his best to lean back on the chair and said.

"Flannel Ball and Qilin and I will abide by the rules and not cause you any trouble."

"Really?" Triss's red hair fell down to the corners of her mouth with a meaningful smile. Her waist retracted into the seat like a beautiful snake.

"Follow the rules, that's the best."

"Great!" Geralt across the table looked like he wanted to stop Dandelion, but there was no doubt that the poet was not stopped.

He suddenly sighed loudly.

"Look, this is friendship! Having friends anywhere can make people feel at ease."

"It's just Triss." The poet looked at the sorceress with expectant eyes. "Can you also arrange accommodation for both of us?"

"Stop talking!" Geralt interrupted angrily because his leather gloves had slipped on the silk fabric of Dandelion's shirt.

"Sorry, Triss. Dandelion has just experienced a tragedy and has not recovered. He is now trying to cover up his frustration, sadness and uneasiness with cynical jokes."

"You mean he was dumped and thrown out of the house with his clothes by a woman."

Triss said with determination.

"That's right!" Dandelion seemed to be the least concerned person present, and he admitted loudly.

"Okay. For the sake of this lady who must have been angry with you." Triss shrugged, "I'll give you a room at the Kingfisher Hotel, which is not far from the Patriarch's Square. How about it?"

"Thank you very much!" Dandelion held the lute and played it for a while, "Maybe I can still earn some performance fees there."

"Okay, the accommodation issue is not important." Lan En, who had resigned himself to his fate and stopped trying to move his chair, looked at the poet and asked.

"The important thing is to find Dudu, and this requires knowing the whole story of Dandelion. You said that you helped him lead the way to an alchemist. Then what is the origin of the alchemist?"

"I actually don't know any alchemists. She is an alumnus of mine. She traveled with that guy for a few days before we got in touch."

Dandelion recalled.

"The alchemist's name seems to be Kalkstein."