Chapter 1424 1396 Silver Heron Tavern

Chapter 1424 1396. Yinlu Tavern

Yennefer opened another room in the Yinlu Tavern.

Having no choice but to follow Lan En's simple and accurate description, Ciri ran wildly through the streets of Goss Velen and broke into the Yinlu Tavern.

In the tavern hall, Geralt was eating and chatting with Dandelion.

The famous poet in the north has been having a hard time recently.

Geralt said before that Dandelion told him the news that Ciri was being traced.

And what happened to Dandelion?

——It seems to be because of a strong patriotism? Or maybe you’re looking for some inspiration about secret agents and spies, the mysterious professions that haunt the shadows.

In short, the poet has actually been working as a secret agent recently.

This is not surprising. With the poet's status of traveling all over the country and enjoying success wherever he goes, it would be a pity not to be a secret agent.

Dandelion even acted much later than many of his colleagues.

But success depends on fame, and failure depends on fame.

The person who recruited Dandelion to become a secret agent happened to be Redania's famous intelligence chief, Sigismund Dijkstra.

A big shot like him has been away from the front line for many years, so his appearance in front of Dandelion this time is of course purposeful.

The poet seems to be generous on the surface, but in fact he also knows in his heart that this matter is probably because of Shirley.

Geralt is Ciri's well-known legal guardian, and he is the witcher's well-known friend, and the relationship is clear.

So this poet, who looks indifferent but is actually very righteous, has another reason to be a spy: he wants to use the light of the Redanian intelligence system to see who is looking for this girl. What are the identities of these seekers? What is the purpose.

It is best to inform your friends in advance to prepare for it.

Of course, these were all his previous plans.

Ever since that mad dog-like Riens came to his door, he was almost killed. Dandelion knew how insidious those people who played intelligence were.

He wanted to take advantage of Redania's intelligence system, but Dijkstra made it clear that he would be thrown out as bait.

The name Riens was only known to everyone when he was almost killed that time. I just knew there was such a person before.

After realizing that he was just a weak and helpless poet who could not defeat those intelligence guys, Dandelion did not even dare to go to Redania, let alone Novigrad and Oxenford. Stayed.

He ran directly to Gos Velen and found his old friend, Gede, the demon hunter of the Bear School who had supported each other on the battlefield of Cintra - mainly Dandelion was supported.

The focus is also on the rumored reappearance of [Hunter Lord].

Now I happened to meet Geralt who had returned with Triss and Berengar.

But now that Lan En is away and Gerd is working again, he can only sit here with Geralt.

"Twice in a row!" The poet sighed in surprise and said to the white-haired witcher across the table. "The turnip fields and cabbage fields of Hofmeyer Manor were trampled to pieces by the army chasing the Scoia'tael. After two times, there was nothing left.”

"Fortunately, their family mainly grows radishes and potatoes, otherwise they would have suffered a big loss!"

The heron feathers on the poet's hat are very fluffy and tremble as he narrates.

"Old Hofmeyer complained to me: There were burning stakes and gallows along the roads, and corpses were lying on the fields and paths. The country seemed to have returned to the time of the bloody Falga Rebellion!"

"The king's men come during the day and threaten anyone who dares to help the Scoia'tael to be hanged immediately."

"The elves appear at night to see who dares to say 'no' to them! Even their threats to others are poetic, but the smell of blood in the poetry is simply nauseating."

"The two groups of people are like two piles of fire, roasting ordinary people between them."

"In my opinion, Geralt." The poet picked up a glass of wine to moisten his throat, "Even the halfling farms fifteen miles outside the city are beginning to hope that the gathering of warlocks can change something in today's terrible world. Something!”

"But in my opinion, Dandelion." The white-haired demon hunter repeated the other man's sentence with a cold expression, "Nothing can be changed."

"Warlocks, if you look at them individually, many of them have good tempers and good character. But once a group of warlocks get together, I can only imagine a bunch of firecrackers."

"The dinner before the meeting will begin on Xannide Island tonight. Not to mention, there are already more than a hundred warlocks on the island. Counting those who came directly through the portal, there will be two hundred people at the beginning of the banquet."

"Think about it, more than two hundred warlocks gathered together for a meeting, tsk tsk tsk."

Dandelion rolled his eyes at his old friend: "Yeah, the forbidden magic circle in Gastang Palace is not just a decoration."

The conversation between the two men as they exchanged glasses of wine came to an abrupt end when Ciri appeared in front of them panting as she ran all the way. At that time, the demon hunter only felt that he had fallen into some hallucination.

But then Yennefer ran in panting: "Ciri!"

The witcher first knocked over the stool and stood up to get closer to Ciri, but he hesitated and stopped after seeing Yennefer. Yennefer's movements were very different from his.

The girl who broke into the tavern stood in the middle under everyone's gaze.

Dandelion had already picked up the cup excitedly, and was dramatically thinking about who the girl would choose. After all, it seemed that the man and the woman would not move forward in this situation.

Demon Hunter? Or sorceress?

But the girl did not choose anyone at this very dramatic moment.

She was between the two, and seemed to have fainted because of breathing too hard.

——

In the room opened by Yennefer, Ciri was still pretending to sleep, but when she heard the sound of Geralt and Yennefer closing the door and leaving, she turned over and sat up quickly, ready to put on her shoes and follow.

But then, the girl froze.

Because when she opened her eyes, there was no one in the room. On the contrary, a huge figure was leaning against the door leisurely, looking at her with his arms folded.

"Why don't you even breathe!"

Ciri complained first, as if she was right about this matter.

Lan En didn't care about her, but just looked at her with interest.

"You haven't mastered the skill yet. When your [Trunk Breath] is so powerful that it seems inaudible at close range, then you have mastered the skill."

"But looking at your body, it's true that you haven't lost your skill. You moved very fast just now. And your breathing was very similar when you messed with them."

"Mess?" Ciri pretended to be ignorant but said with hidden pride, "What did I mess with?"

"Well, strictly speaking, it's not messing. You should ask for help." Lan En tapped the girl's forehead, "Don't pretend. You were quick-witted just now, but how many people do you think you can fool?"

"Do you really think you are a little princess in a storybook? Can you faint on time at the critical moment?"

"Squeak~ Please let me clarify." The door beside Lan En opened, and a cherry red hat with heron feathers squeezed in.

"This kind of clichéd plot-driving method won't work in any city performance. I haven't written like this for eight hundred years!"

The poet's greasy face revealed a kind of indignation that his profession was looked down upon.

Dandelion squeezed in through the crack of the door, looking at Ciri with emotion with an unfocused look.

"Oh, children grow up so fast that people can't recognize them."

"And you, Dandelion." Ciri retorted rudely, "You still look like this, and you still smell of mixed perfume. Is this a mixed fragrance rolled out from the beds of several ladies?"

The poet was very proud of this: "No more, no less, in five days here, I have fallen in love with two ladies and three ladies. They are all poetry lovers, and it is hard to refuse their kindness!"

Lan En shook his head: "I think if Geralt and I don't come back in a few days, we will have to ask Gerd to pull you out of the gallows."

The poet almost sang: "I fully trust the arm strength of Brother Bear, his arms are enough to carry me two miles!"

"I don't doubt this, but now."

The young witcher brought out a serving tray from somewhere, on which was a bottle of red wine and a silver pot, and handed it to the girl.

"There is a hot spring bathhouse in the basement of the Silver Heron Hotel. The guests who are enjoying the hot spring bathhouse need new drinks. You are the one who will deliver them, Ciri!"

Lan En placed the plate in the girl's hand as if he was giving her a serious task.

Ciri sniffed and found that there was also wine in the silver pot.

She looked at Lan En suspiciously: "When did you become a part-time waiter in the tavern?"

"Not really." Dandelion was obviously watching the fun from the side. "It's just that the hot spring bathhouse was booked out at a high price today, and he was asked to go in and help out. Unfortunately, our hero doesn't seem to be brave enough at this time."

"I have always been brave enough." Lan En said to Dandelion, and then turned to face Ciri. "But, there are four sorceresses in the bathhouse now. Do you know what their expressions will be when I go down?"

"Add," Dandelion raised his hand and said, "At least two of them will be lying on the edge of the bathtub to show off their bodies."

Let Lan En go over to serve wine, then tear off the towel on his body, expecting to see him embarrassed or aroused. The bad character of the sorceresses will make them do such things.

Triss, Margarita, and Tissaya are actually in this tavern now.

Because the wizards' meeting will hold a pre-welcome dinner tonight, Aretuza's room has actually been vacated.

In order to free up the room, Tissaya moved out.

But Lan En thought Margarita was just out to play.

After listening to the poet's ridicule, Ciri, who had been talking back to him without any courtesy, said nothing and left with the dinner plate.

Dandelion's expression of watching the fun suddenly froze, and then he turned serious and turned his face to his young demon hunter friend.

"I think you are really in trouble now, man!"

Lan pursed his lips and said nothing more.