What made Geralt feel that something was wrong was why a pair of farmer father and daughter who were driving donkey carts to deliver goods on the road could actually know Lane's name.

Geralt is a veteran witcher who has been roaming the continent for decades, and he is a little different from the average witcher.

- He had a friend, a friend who was a well-known poet and singer.

Dandrion often goes on adventures with him, deeply involved in the commissions of the witchers, and in their daily lives.

Even when the relationship between the two of them could already be called 'best friends', he also witnessed Geralt's twists and turns in love.

Dandrien's talent led him to compile what he saw and heard into poems and drama scripts.

Through the spread of these things, Geralt has gained fame and popularity far beyond that of ordinary witchers.

Although none of these stories are as shocking as Ran's performance in a war, Geralt is undoubtedly a celebrity in this world and in this era.

The kind that is not too famous.

That's why he could sense that something was wrong.

"You may not believe it."

Ryan said with a tilt of his head at Geralt.

The two witchers then walked along the main road, not hurrying to speed up their pace, a little looking after the father and daughter who were leading a donkey in front of them.

"I once befriended a high-class vampire."

"Are you kidding me? Is it the kind of high-class vampire I was thinking? ”

"Don't be surprised, Geralt. Regis has a good personality, and he's still a vampire of the Forbidden Blood, even if you see him, you'll think he's a decent gentleman, uh, the smell of coriander on his body is too strong. ”

The corners of the old witcher's mouth twitched slightly, obviously he had never thought of a high-level vampire, Viselmir had made him meet a monster that he didn't hesitate to turn around and run away when he was teaching him, and the deepest impression on Lan En was the smell of coriander?

"No, back to the point. At the time, I could see his disguise, or because he came with my story open his mouth. At the time, I hadn't done anything big. Not as famous as you. ”

"So," Geralt looked incredulous, and raised his chin towards the father and daughter, who were leading the donkey on the road ahead. "You think they're high vampires too?"

"No, of course not. But it wasn't normal for both of them to recognize me at a glance. ”

Lanne's hood shook from side to side.

What he did affected the entire north-south pattern, the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people. This is truly an incomparable impact.

Even if this kind of thing is placed in his hometown world, his name will inevitably dominate the global hot search headlines for several years, and even enter textbooks.

But. This is the magical Middle Ages.

It is different from the information age of the home world.

In the information age, viral information can make a person a celebrity in an instant, and everyone can be recognized on the road.

But even if it is this kind of person, it has to be a treatment that can only be enjoyed by more than 100 million fans.

People with only a few million followers walk on the road in a normal manner, and basically no one will take a second look, let alone recognize it.

And in this magical Middle Ages, as much as Len has done something horrifying, every well-informed bard points to these stories to make money.

However, limited by the speed and mode of transmission, Lan En did not feel that he could be recognized by any farmer he met on the road in the wilderness.

It's almost the same as being scared by my size.

After all, an ordinary farmer may be able to meet a bard a few times in his life.

"Of course, that's not to say they have a problem. It's just."

Lane didn't finish, but Geralt understood what he meant.

The 'audience' is fine, that is, the 'storyteller' has a problem.

"Your story has spread too fast and too widely."

Geralt's slightly hoarse voice said worriedly.

He hadn't felt anything real before, after all, he had been on a goal-oriented journey all the way, and then went to Erethusa to work and earn money.

But now that they are nosy on the road, they actually feel how famous Lan En is now.

"But it's not a good thing to be famous?"

Flannel Ball, who had been sitting in front of Lanen, raised her head, and the cat's big watery eyes flashed with a puzzled look.

Lan smiled and patted the kitten's head.

"Of course it's a good thing to be famous, but it's so famous."

Fame is a good thing worth a lifetime of pursuit, it can make people feel the joy and satisfaction of self-realization, and the psychological comfort and motivation are incomparable.

Almost everyone who is detached from struggling with the basic needs of life will at some point start pursuing this kind of thing.

This stuff is certainly excellent.

But when a person gets used to the reputation that surrounds him, and has taken this fluttering environment as the norm, the next. What if those reputations are gone?

The pain of detoxification is nothing more than that.

In other words, these fame that have been set up are like 'anesthetic powder'.

Whoever masters the 'anesthetic powder' is likely to master those who are addicted to the anesthetic powder.

Fame can be a good thing, but it can also be a good 'dog chain'.

Bolt up those who are already inseparable.

Someone wants to influence me in this way.

Lan En looked at the muddy road under his feet, and felt a hint of subtlety with interest.

And once you can exert influence, it means that you can control.

——

Seeing that the farmer father and daughter had finally reached their destination on the way, the two witchers were able to speed up their progress and reach the outside walls of Novigre that afternoon.

"While you can still see the unobstructed wilderness and the sky, when you enter the city, you will feel that even the sky is divided by buildings."

Geralt said to Lane.

On the outskirts of Novigri there are farms that produce food, and there are also village settlements where people gather outside the city to settle in the city.

It is an alluvial plain nurtured by the waters of the Pontar River.

This is one of the few times Lan En has seen a large area of gentle land in the magical Middle Ages.

There are mill windmills that squeak around in the fields, and the fertile land can grow bright flowers, green grass and trees even if it has not been tended.

The already changeable blue sky and white clouds on the seaside look more free and easy against the backdrop of a wilderness.

And in the city of Novigre, there are large areas of red roof tiles and stone walls. Although the dense buildings are messy, they also carry the vitality and vitality of the city.

Novigre, the pearl of the north, the city of freedom.

It is widely believed that this is a city with the potential to become the capital of the world.

Lan had a brief understanding of the city before he arrived, with a resident population of more than 30,000 and a floating population of more than twice that number.

In a world similar to the European Middle Ages, it is a well-deserved large city.

Of course, if you want to talk about the grandeur and strangeness of the building, Yanan and Lothric are still the pinnacles that Lann has ever seen.

So to Geralt's disappointment, Ran, who came to Novigre for the first time, didn't feel shocked by the rows of buildings.

For young people, this atmosphere of many people living in one city makes him feel familiar and curious.

After all, with the current population density of Novigre, it makes him feel that it can be called 'lively'.

The two walked across a stone bridge that spanned a shallow tributary of the Pontar River and entered the city through the glorious gates of Novigre.

The city, built on a delta where the river flows into the sea, cleverly uses the river's tributaries as moats.

Lan's size and the unicorn clad in a magic harness caused a commotion at the gates of the Radiant Gate.

Although Novigre was on the territory of Redania, the king of Redania had no right to send soldiers to garrison it.

The local violent agency responsible for governing order is the Temple Guards of the Eternal Flame Sect.

Although their clothes are also red and white, this red is more of a symbol of the 'Eternal Flame'.

The temple guards in charge of the inspection of the city were obviously confused, but people in the big cities should have heard the stories about the Civil War and the Battle of Soden.

One of the leading figures of the temple guards apparently recognized Lane, and instead of doing anything superfluous, he asked the two witchers to pay the money and enter the city according to the rules.

Although in fact, 'paying according to the rules' is already quite abnormal.

After entering the walls of the city, Novigre is truly in front of people's eyes.

The colorful and bustling crowd has its own goals, the crowd is moving, and everyone is running for a livelihood and profit.

Goods sellers with nose clip glasses, 'waitresses' in super shorts, boots, and necklines open to the middle of their chests, and sweaty craftsmen and workers on the side of the road.

"Wow."

The three-flowered cat sitting in front of Lan En looked curiously left and right.

Elu Cat, who grew up in the New World, obviously has never seen so many people living together. The population density of the New World is a tragedy.

The unicorn under the magic harness also looked much more lively, and the sound of hooves trampling on the stone brick floor was crisper.

"Welcome to Novigre."

As a regular visitor, Geralt gave a polite welcome to the flannel ball and the unicorn.

The cat nodded while still looking around. The unicorn also snorted.

Lan En, who was cloaked, was so intimidating that he and Kirin were so big that they didn't feel crowded on the road.

Because those who are close to them are squeezing others in the opposite direction.

"Let's go to Dudu first and tell him about you."

Geralt, a frequent visitor to Novigre, began to arrange itineraries for newcomers, one cat, and one ancient dragon.

Thanks to this steady and tough appearance, what he said was very convincing.

"I remember he would have a drink at the Kingfisher Tavern in the afternoon, we could"

Geralt was arranging, but after the two witchers had turned a corner in the alley of Novigree, a noise and noise overshadowed Geralt's voice.

The sound of a "crackling" explosion came from a distance.

Immediately afterward, the two witchers on horseback sniffed at the same time.

They smelled cherry jam.

"Bastard! Impotent! Also poets? I don't think it's bullshit! ”

(End of chapter)