The jar of cherry jam that had been smashed down from the upper floors was so raw that the rich sweet aroma of the glass jar shattered even briefly overshadowed the stench of sweat that had gathered in the crowd.

A large crowd of spectators gathered at the corner of the alley, next to a tiny, tiny house painted pink.

A young blonde woman in her pajamas stands on a roof terrace with flowers, looking down, the soft curve of her shoulders looming under the frills of a corset. She grabbed a flower pot and was about to throw it down.

Geralt was also a watcher, but he sat on the back of a turnip, unable to look beyond the crowd to see what was going on inside.

I only heard the young witcher next to him make a lively 'tsk' sound, and he became more and more anxious.

Relying on the size of himself and the Qilin, Lan En was able to see the situation in the crowd clearly.

A familiar man in a bells and whistles cherry-red tight tunic with lace puff sleeves was standing next to the puddle of exploding cherry jam.

There was no doubt that this position was misleading, because by the time the blonde woman above threw the pot over, the man had already jumped away in the opposite direction.

"Please, Dovena!" The man shouted, and Geralt suddenly came to his senses, and then covered his forehead.

"Don't take their word for it! I'm loyal to you! If I lie, I'd rather die on the spot! ”

"Scoundrel! Devil! Rogue! The poet of shit! ”

The busty blonde roared and ran into the house, undoubtedly looking for new ammunition.

"Nice dodge, Dandrien."

Lan clapped vigorously outside the crowd as he squeezed into the crowd with the curious Kirin and gathered around the poet.

The ancient dragons of the New World had really never seen this battle, and now they were extremely curious.

"Looks like you've learned a thing from what you've been doing, right? Are you okay now? Got in trouble? ”

"Ah, everything is fine." The bard smiled and replied, "As usual." Hello, Blue Geralt. What are you doing here? Wait a minute! For the sake of the plague, beware! ”

Although the poet is usually not reliable at all, he is definitely smart enough.

As soon as he saw Lanne's hooded cloak, he realized that this was never the best time to shout his name.

But in this case, 'smart' is not the best thing.

A tin teacup whizzed through the air and slammed into the paving stone with a thud. Dandrion reached out and picked it up, examined the damage, and threw it into the ditch by the side of the road.

Novigre is also a little better than most cities in the north – its main area is paved with gravel roads, and pedestrians don't walk on a mixture of mud or excrement.

"Grab your clothes." The blonde woman yelled, pajama lace swaying in front of her plump chest, "Don't let me see you again!" Don't come again, you crap singer! Waste poets! ”

"It's not mine." Dandrion picked up a pair of colorful pants from the ground and said in surprise, "I've never worn pants like this in my life, this style is so funny!" You can't insult my taste in dressing! ”

The blonde in the attic choked briefly for a moment, but then roared again in frustration.

"Get out! Dandrien! I never want to see you again! You. Do you know how you behave in bed? Nothing! No waves! Got it? Did you hear that? He made me feel free in bed! ”

The crowd in the attic had been silent for a while when Lan En squeezed in, after all, this size was indeed too intimidating.

But when Lan En himself said that he was watching the fun, the blonde girl upstairs said something so pleasant.

Suddenly, some of the people in the lively circle began to applaud, while others whistled, urging the blonde to continue to cheer. Anyway, there was a burst of cheerful atmosphere.

"To be on the safe side." At this time, Geralt also squeezed over.

There were a lot of people, and he had to dismount and hold the reins before squeezing in.

He had an unease on his face.

"Let's make sure first, there's no crossbow or anything in this girl's room, right?"

"It's a real possibility." The poet craned his neck to look into the attic room, where there were many small objects that could be used as 'ammunition'.

"Her brother seems to have worked in both the armory and the blacksmith's shop, and he may be able to make one for her."

"It wouldn't be wise to stay here." The corners of Lan's mouth twitched. "You can wait for her to calm down."

"What the hell, isn't it?" Dandrion had a bitter look on his face, "First he was slandered by bad words, and then he was smashed in the face by jam and flower pots." I don't want to come back. This was the end of our short-lived relationship. ”

"But I'll have to wait a little longer, wait for her to take it, the gods are above! No! Dovena! Don't throw my lute! ”

The bard rushed forward, stretched out his arms, and threw himself down in the street, catching the instrument at the last moment before it hit the ground. The lute made a moaning sound of strings vibrating.

"Oh my god." Dandrion stood up and sighed, "It's good that I caught it." Okay, all the best, let's get out of here. ”

"My hat with the goshawk's tail feathers is still at her house, and I bought it at a high price. But I don't think she's going to throw it down, but it doesn't matter, just because I'm paying for my stupidity. ”

The expensive hat with the goshawk's tail feathers really didn't fall off.

But with another burst of hysteria from the blonde, a cheap soft cloth hat with heron feathers was thrown down with a pile of small bits and pieces.

Dandrion scurried over and patted the ash on his head.

It was a return to the familiar appearance in Lan En's eyes.

The poet squeezed out with the two witchers and saluted the crowd as if he had just finished a performance.

The sarcastic remarks just now are only part of the line.

"Why is she so excited? What stupid thing have you done, Dandrien? ”

Lan En leaned down on the unicorn's back and asked the poet with a smile.

He didn't dismount, because if he dismounted and walked, he and Kirin would occupy a larger area.

"As usual." The bard shrugged, "She wants me to be monogamous, but she herself doesn't hesitate to show off other men's pants to the whole world." ”

"Did you hear her bad words? For the sake of the gods, I've slept with better women, but I'm not going to show it off in the street. Let's go. ”

"Okay, let's go." Lan En looked a little hesitant after speaking, "Uh, you recommend a place?" ”

Just like all men's friendships, everyone can just go, but when they go out, they are all dumbfounded when they ask where they are going.

Fortunately, Dandrion is absolutely good at eating, drinking, and having fun.

"As long as you don't go to the temple of the Eternal Flame, you can do anything. But I recommend the 'Longhair Cave' because I haven't eaten lunch yet. ”

"We can order a set of the famous fried fish set and talk while eating. Like the graceful and tall horse you sit on, and the kitten in your arms? ”

Dandrion's laid-back personality allows him not to rush to ask questions after seeing Flannel Ball and Kirin, but to talk when he is emotionally relaxed.

After all, Lan En was his friend, and he knew nothing more about his magic.

"Hello meow!"

So when Flannel Ball opened his mouth to talk to him, Dandrion just blinked his eyes and accepted it naturally.

"Wow, you're good, pretty kitten. I take the liberty of asking, you."

"My name is Flannel Ball, Elu the Cat, and I'm a warrior meow!"

The kitten stood in front of the saddle with its hands on its chest.

Luckily, the unicorn is tall enough, so no one sees it.

And Dandrion was also very enthusiastic, he gently plucked the strings of the lute in his arms, and the flowing tune was graceful.

"Sure enough, I knew at a glance that such a majestic cat must be a master!"

"Really? Thanks meow! ”

The old fritters and great poets who see people talk about people and talk nonsense, and in a few words they can't find the simple-minded Ailu Cat, and Dandrien also took the time to wave his hand to the road next to him.

The two girls with baskets of vegetables giggled.

"But seriously, how did you two come to Novigre together?"

"He's going to do something." Geralt led the horse and walked side by side with Dandrien, his hand pointing diagonally upwards at Lane, "Look for Dudu." ”

When he first met the shapeshifter, Dandrion was involved in the whole process, and he was also a mutual friend of the shapeshifter and Geralt.

"Looking for Dudu? Talking about business, yes? Dandrion was a little surprised, but he quickly stopped thinking. Well, it doesn't matter. ”

The poet pursed his lips and grimaced, and took off the chicken feathers from his hat with heron feathers.

Just now they passed by a store where chickens were being killed, and the chickens were flying and the dogs were jumping.

"Geralt has been here quite a few times, and I'm too lazy to talk to him, but you're different, Lanne."

The poet said happily, with a kind of pride without malice.

"It's a pleasure to see you in Novigre, the center of the world and culture. Civilized people can breathe freely here! ”

"Yes, gentlemen of civilization." Lan En was as good as he could, but he held out a finger from under his cloak and pointed to the alley next to him.

"But why don't we breathe freely in another place?"

Not too deep down the alley, a barefoot man was squatting and with his eyes open.

"My way of dealing with this is: out of sight is out of sight."

Dandrion is not cramped at all, and his down-to-earth and generous appearance is worthy of being a famous actor.

"I advise you to do the same, after all, I know that the senses of witchers seem to be a little more than ordinary people's."

"Well, let's not talk about this, after all, out of sight is clean."

The corners of Lan's mouth twitched slightly under the cloak.

Luckily, Dandrien picked a tavern not far away, just around the corner.

"Please accept my compliments!" Dandrien smiled explicitly at the girl who was sweeping the stairs outside the tavern, "Oh dear, did anyone tell you how cute you are?" ”

Rann and Geralt looked at each other, and they both thought the girl would slap the poet with a broomstick.

But they were wrong, and the maiden smiled at the poet while winking vigorously. Immediately after, as if he suddenly remembered something, his face pretended to be serious and repulsive.

But before the girl could say anything unpleasant, Dandrion was familiar with the road, as if he had expected everything.

"The boss must tell you: if Dandrion comes back on credit, just run him away with a broom."

"But today is different! Beautiful girl, Dandrien will pay all the bills today! Yes, you heard it right, all! ”

The poet was in front of him, but Lan and Geralt suddenly looked at each other in unison, feeling a little unpleasant.

(End of chapter)