Chapter 1030 1012 Transmission

Chapter 1030 1012. Teleportation

"We can buy one too! Look, there's another one here who's already wearing it!"

The drama has ended, but the waves of publicity have just begun to spread.

A man and a woman passing by Lan En were talking animatedly.

When passing by him, the man patted Lan En's shoulder happily.

The witcher nodded at them.

"Look! I said this cloak is very real! When the time comes, I will put one on. Who would dare to cause trouble to me after seeing it while walking on the road?"

The man continued to walk out while making a huge outline gesture towards the woman beside him.

"Two meters and five meters! So strong! Look, when I pass by Hawthorne's Ghost Face Gang in the future, they will have to weigh me!"

"But that's just a cover-up." The woman said with a little anticipation and worry. "Don't be fooled by that blinding trick. It's best if you can scare them away. If not, just admit defeat. This cloak can't make you murderous!"

"You don't really think I'm stupid, do you? I've never even killed a pig, so how can I have the courage to act like this?"

A man and a woman walked further and further away, and their voices were drowned in the crowd of people who came out.

People are talking about this wonderful drama, and even more so, they are talking about the magical and inexpensive alchemical cloak.

"It seems." Chapelle stood up from the bench and stretched out his hand to Lan En, with unexpected emotion on his face, "Your plan was completed smoothly."

"It won't be long before people all over the street see a tall man wearing a cloak, and the first thing they think of is the cloak."

"Roughly the same."

Lan En smiled and did not stand up, but he also stretched out his hand to shake the shapeshifter's hand.

Chapelle then left. Although he still wanted to do something in the temple guard team, he had to start sorting out his own path.

The crowd of spectators moved towards the outside of the slaughterhouse, while the troupe members on the stage and backstage also began to cheer and celebrate.

They are all veteran actors who have traveled extensively. You can feel the response of a play by looking at the feedback after the performance.

And this drama is undoubtedly a big surprise!

"We will be famous! Famous enough to spread throughout the north!"

"Alas!"

The actors on the stage cheered, but Dandelion got rid of Lady Irena's entanglement intentionally or unintentionally, and walked towards the witcher with Priscilla who ran out from the backstage.

"How does it feel?"

As he walked, he opened his arms proudly and complacently, as if to show off all this.

"Of course, great."

Geralt supported his friend with a low, hoarse voice.

“Really wonderful!”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind everyone, but when they turned their heads to look, there was only one halfling and the voice that became familiar again.

Dudu looked excited, even a little choked, and his eyes were red.

"For the sake of the plague, damn Dandelion, why didn't you take me to a play sooner, after we've been friends for so long?"

"This is called art, it's wonderful! I'll come here to see it every day."

"I didn't know you liked theater before."

Dandelion shrugged.

"But it's easy to say, I'm very happy to be able to cultivate a friend's artistic taste. There are many theaters to see in Novigrad."

"The effect is very good this time." Lan En also stood up from the bench.

But this time, although there were still people looking at his tall figure, they were more curious about the cloak.

"How are the subsequent performances arranged?"

"Priscilla and I have sold the script to the theater company and the play will continue to be performed while they are still in Novigrad."

Dandelion was quite confident in the script, and so was Priscilla beside him.

"A new classic comedy that will last forever! Don't worry, Lan En. Today's traveling theater troupes mostly cling to plays that have been performed hundreds of times. The audience and members have long been tired of it."

"The response to the new script has been good. They will definitely perform it well for a long time."

"Instead of worrying about this, you might as well think about whether that store can sustain its output. In the future, the orders it will receive will come from all over the world!"

"We have sold the script to the theater troupe, but you also know that once a good story is released, there will be an endless stream of people following it. This is also the basis for singing. I estimate that theater troupes with vision will soon take action. ”

"The sales of alchemy cloaks will be even greater by then."

"I will discuss it with Dudu. He will basically take care of this matter from now on."

Lan En said indifferently.

Although the profits and prospects of this business looked great, he didn't care about how much money he could make. The main purpose was to hide himself through these cloaks.

At the end of the night, he shook hands with Dandelion: "Thank you for your hard work."

"I don't think so at all. I just remembered to settle the bill."

Dandelion was as free and cheerful as ever.

——

The day after "Smashing the Sun" was staged, Lan was preparing to leave Novigrad.

Dudu was there for the rest, so he didn't have to worry about it.

This shapeshifting monster with business acumen not only took over the management of Lan En's assets in just a few days, but also managed it well.

He is a veteran of Novigrad, compared to Silodon Giancardi who is either living in Gos Velen or traveling between countries.

Novigrad can be regarded as the center of financial activities in the northern part of the mainland, and Dudu is at home here.

Including the newly launched Alchemy Cloak Workshop, and Francis Beland's Dark Alley Gang, which is still in the process of reorganization, Dudu has also completed the docking of these new 'businesses' from Lan En.

"You have to keep an eye on the Dark Alley Gang's source of funds."

Outside the leader's gate in Novigrad, standing on the stone bridge connecting the city gate, Lan En emphasized seriously to Dudu.

"Don't think of them as ordinary gangs. Their organization is no longer on the same level. I estimate that in less than a year, the Dark Alley Gang will become one of the most prominent gangs in Novigrad. That's why I like them so much." , so you should always pay attention to them.”

"I know." Dudu nodded carefully.

"They are different from the previous Mud Gang. Ever since you told me about their business and working methods after the reorganization, I feel dangerous. I will keep an eye on them."

Lan nodded.

"They are dangerous, but they are also valuable because of this danger. If you want to make good use of their intelligence, you must prepare risk countermeasures in advance."

Novigrad is as busy as ever. There are endless crowds at several city gates, and a huge amount of goods and people are being handled at the port.

Lan En stood carelessly on the street. Most of the pedestrians passing by were still shocked by his figure, but occasionally a few looked at him with envy.

That was someone who thought he had bought the goods after watching the drama. So they envied Lan En for having a cloak, but they didn't think the person in the cloak was really that tall.

After the performance last night, someone could recognize the cloak at the city gate this morning. Lan En was satisfied with the diffusion efficiency of this influence.

The horse's hooves behind him trampled messily on the stone bridge. That was Geralt's carrot.

He was originally going to Kaedwen in the north, and he stopped in Novigrad just to help Lan.

Now that Lan En is done with his work, he has to leave.

"Dandelion, are you still going to stay in Novigrad?"

Geralt sat on the saddle and asked with interest the poet who also came to see him off.

Normally, the poet who liked to travel would always go out with him for several months. He is busy with tasks, while the poet collects stories, makes jokes and finds inspiration from the process.

That's how their friendship was established.

Geralt said Dandelion, but his eyes looked at him and Priscilla playfully.

"Hmm." The poet coughed lightly first.

"You have to go back to Kaer Morhen to take care of that sensitive little girl. I can't go with you, Geralt. You know it, and I know it too: I'm not a strong-willed person who can face a knife without changing his expression. People, so it’s better for me not to know the really fatal secret, so even if someone comes to me and puts a knife to my neck, I won’t have anything to say.”

"This is the best, isn't it? Besides, there are still several performances in Novigrad, and I have to watch them live. There is still room for revision in the script."

Geralt stopped playing and gradually became serious. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly in a low and hoarse voice.

".perhaps you're right."

"Meow?"

The flannel ball standing at Lan En's feet looked up at Geralt in confusion. The kitten didn't understand the overly complicated situation between humans.

Triss leaned over and patted the confused kitten.

"You don't need to know that much."

On the stone bridge in front of the leader's gate, two poets and a halfling waved goodbye to the people who were leaving.

Continuing walking from the bridge, Lan passed the village house rented by Kalkestein and Shani.

The master of alchemy should have sorted out his debts and returned to Vizima's laboratory to start research after Dudu appeared.

But later, thanks to Lan En's encouragement, he stayed to complete the alchemy formula for the cloak.

Now that the recipe is complete and there are no problems with the finished product, he is ready to leave. Shani is also equivalent to finishing her study tour and starting her studies at Ossenfurt University.

"Okay, people are leaving one after another. Now it's time for us to say goodbye, White Wolf."

Lan said in a normal tone, and Geralt laughed.

"You're not a hypocrite, Lan. Don't make me laugh."

Lan En shrugged: "I'm really not, after all, we have a long way to go. I just want to remind you, remember to give her the gift I gave to Ciri. She should be able to use the bladed thing now, right?"

"Please, are you still worried that I will steal Xili's baby?"

Geralt patted the sheathed dagger in the leather pouch on his waist, and finally nodded to Triss and Lann.

Then he turned the horse's head without any delay and ran towards the vast wilderness outside the city.

Lan En also gently rubbed the magic ring on his hand, transmitting the message to Qilin's matching magic leg ring.

And Triss began to mobilize the magic power of chaos.

The roaring bear head pendant around Lan En's neck was dancing like crazy.

Triss complained while continuing to cast the spell.

"Fortunately, you are different from Geralt, my dear. Yennefer has complained to me many times. Every time he can walk through the portal, Geralt would rather ride a horse."