Chapter 1008 990 Communication Studies

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 publicly or not, secretly he always had bitter sarcasm and ridicule towards these people.

But when Lan En and Kalkestein were discussing just now, they basically ignored the observers.

But he couldn't get angry.

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

This is respect for knowledge and wisdom.

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.

Because he couldn't get in his mouth.

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.

That's why he was unfamiliar with this feeling.

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

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

Lann said to Dandelion with a little complacency.

"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."

The great poet's face twisted.

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

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

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

"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 En. This is out of respect for you as a cultural person. And made a reminder.”

"I will, thanks for reminding me."

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

Because the group of people did not move in a hurry, it was already noon when they returned to Novigrad from the village outside the city.

They ordered a table on the second floor corridor of the Kingfisher Tavern and prepared to have lunch.

Of course, the expenses have already been paid by Triss.

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

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.

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

Triss and Lann sat on one side, while the poet, Geralt and Fluff Ball sat on the opposite side.

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.

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

"You told Kalkstein in the morning that you had a project that you wanted to cooperate with."

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.

"Did you just say polite words to him, or did you really have any plans?"

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.

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.

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

In the hall downstairs, there are several rows of long tables and small round stools arranged together like ordinary restaurants.

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

All make loud noise a guarantee of privacy.

Everyone was shouting, so no one cared about what other people at the table said.

Lann's hood moved up and down.

"I'm a down-to-earth guy like him, and I don't know any polite words. Geralt."

Lan En suddenly called out to the old demon hunter who was holding a fork to separate the fish on the plate.

The white wolf looked up while chewing the food in his mouth.

"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 shapeshifting spiders hiding in the rotten leaves, those cold-blooded beasts observing their prey with eyes that are definitely more hidden than spies.

But Geralt killed more shapeshifting spiders than the cattle and sheep raised on a farm.

Since he sat down to eat, he has observed many signs.

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

And Triss was much better than him, just a little surprised, and at the same time raised a vigilance.

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

Knowing that someone was staring at Lan, Triss's voice became a little cold.

But the person involved still looked nonchalant.

"There are many possibilities, including the temple guards, spies from various companies in Novigrad, and even the gang's eyes."

Lan scratched his head through his hood.

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

The growth state regulated by the gene seed allowed his muscle latitude to increase synchronously with his height.

This resulted in him sitting on a bench with Triss, but compared to normal people, he looked like a tall and strong man and a short and skinny guy.

"I'm too eye-catching, and..."

Lan said, while raising his chin to Dandelion across the table.

"Dandelion, you are a famous bard, you must have heard those stories about me?"

Speaking of professional fields, the poet's face became serious.

"Yes, I was just trying to remind you of this."

"Lan, those praises of your heroic deeds at the time seem true to me, but how should I put it? In terms of the singing of poems and the spread of stories, these situations now seem... abnormal! Do you understand?"

Dandelion picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, as well as the two showy mustaches on his mouth, leaned forward, and looked at his friend across the table.

"Geralt told me last night that on your 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. Someone, or several groups of people, spent a lot of money to spread your story. Spread it in a way that is definitely not the normal way of spreading the bard industry."

Dandelion seemed to have discovered some amazing conspiracy, and lowered his voice, wanting to tell this conspiracy to his friends.

As he spoke, his smart eyes wandered around, as if he felt that everyone passing by might be a bad guy.

"You have to believe me, Lan En. I've been in this business for quite a while. What tricks haven't I seen?"

"Whenever a group of people want to create certain effects and achieve certain goals through public opinion, we are indispensable."

"Do you remember the poem I wrote for you? The "Noble Fury". I actually wrote it a long time ago, but I saw that the market situation was not right, so I kept it secret until now and never sang it publicly."

"If I had made it public, I would have made a lot of money by following your trend!"

Dandelion said, still a little complacent.

He was very confident in his poetry. In his opinion, those bards and playwrights who took advantage of telling stories about Lan En's mythical performance in the war and then became famous were all just like that.

That is, they were able to rise up after enjoying a wave of traffic dividends, and their abilities were simply a mess.

As long as he appeared, this group of people had to stay at home and couldn't even eat.

For this, he was actually a little intoxicated with self-sacrifice.

After all, he gave up the largest traffic dividend on the continent in the past hundred years for Lan En.

Lan scratched his head again at Dandelion's narcissism, but there was nothing he could do. It seemed that he had really sacrificed for him.

So he could only say: "Thank you, Dandelion."

This is what the poet wanted. Psychological satisfaction is better than material satisfaction. He felt relieved immediately.

But after thanking him, Lan spoke to everyone at the table again.

"So... the situation is not optimistic now."

"No one dares to fight me on the physical level at present, at least before they are forced into a corner and are sure. But this kind of side action has always existed, and there is a trend of intensification."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Triss looked worried, her hand clasped on the back of Lan's hand, her eyes fixed on him.

"Kalkstein."

Lan spit out the name, and at the same time he lifted the corner of the cloak and placed part of the wide cloak on the table.

"It's not easy to get an illusion equipment that changes your appearance all the time. It's hard to use even for a warlock who is not proficient in illusion, let alone a demon hunter."

"But I don't 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 just a cloak. With some strange but not difficult alchemy, even an ordinary cloak can make the wearer look tall and strong, right?"

"And now, I'm famous. As long as a famous poet puts out an advertisement saying 'As long as you wear a special cloak, you can be as tall and strong as the hero'. How many people will be tempted to buy it and wear it?"

Geralt and Triss were still a little confused, but the poet, who had been working in the "communications" industry for more than a decade, gradually brightened up.