Wayne's generous gesture immediately drew cheers from the crowd of onlookers.

After all, the large sum of money on the table had little to do with them, but being able to prostitute a meal of wine and meat and watch a good game of gambling was no less than a grand celebration for these commoners in the Middle Ages, who had extremely few means of entertainment.

And those with bad intentions, seeing that Wayne directly took out a quarter of the coins on the table and used them to entertain the onlookers, and the remaining coins were not even enough as bonuses, the jealousy and greed in their hearts suddenly dissipated a lot.

The two on the other side are legendary witchers, and if they don't have enough interests, even if they are stupid, they won't want to face these mutant swordsmen.

The next day, Wayne woke up in the best room in the tavern, and by the time he reached the lobby on the first floor, it was almost noon.

He was trying to see if Geralt was also drinking on the first floor, when a somewhat funny but melodious voice, like a chant, burst into his ears.

"Geralt, someone has come downstairs, mmmmm, is this the youngest witcher in your school, Mr. Wayne?"

"Wow, blonde hair, a handsome elven boy, a GWENT master, a legendary witcher."

"In just one night, he became the subject of discussion among everyone in Floating Harbor, everyone discussing his generosity, his good fortune, and his unrivaled Gwent skill."

"It's such excellent material, and I'm going to put it in my poetry, and it's going to be fascinating."

"By the way, he doesn't have a nickname yet, I'm going to give him a loud nickname, just like the nickname I gave you, "White Wolf". ”

"In the future, this will definitely become a legendary title that will resound throughout the Northern Kingdom."

Hearing this somewhat chattering voice, Wayne subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from.

In an instant, he met a young man dressed exaggerated and fancy.

He wears a purple hat with bright feathers, colorful aristocratic tight-fitting clothes, handsome appearance, out-of-style demeanor, and a romantic temperament.

Obviously, the two sides didn't know each other at all, but when he saw Wayne, he acted like a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, stood up and waved at him enthusiastically, and shouted:

"Come and sit here, Wayne, Geralt and I have been waiting for you for a long time, the big game is about to begin, come and have a drink and refresh yourself."

"In the afternoon, I'll come to help you host this great event."

"It will definitely make this big gamble an unforgettable memory for the residents of Floating Harbor."

Geralt, who was sitting next to him, seemed to know the young man's character very well, and when he saw that Wayne's face was slightly surprised, he looked at Wayne with a look that didn't make a fuss, although there was no expression on his face, it still revealed a sense of embarrassment.

"Come and sit, Wayne."

"This is Dandrien, a friend of mine, who just came here by boat today."

In fact, there is no need for Geralt to introduce him, Wayne, who has played the game and read the original book, probably guessed the identity of this young man.

Dandrien, the great poet, is also a legend, obviously just a helpless poet, but he seems to have some kind of fateful connection with Geralt, they can always meet in all kinds of strange ways, and then embark on some strange adventures.

Although he always caused all kinds of trouble for the white wolf when he got along with Geralt, Dandrion was an absolutely reliable friend when he was really in danger, a good brother who would never betray Geralt.

In the future, "Geralt of Livia" will be able to become so famous in the north, and the image of the witcher will begin to improve in the hearts of many people, and Dandrien's hard work will be inseparable.

But one thing to say, this guy is really very broken-mouthed, when Wayne sat across from him, this guy was like a horn that never stopped, asking East for a while, asking West for a while, and then talking about his own experience from time to time, and imagining his future life, talking about poetry, and talking about history.

Balabala, balabala, from before and after the meal, it didn't stop for hours.

But Dandrion is also very good at making trouble, he never seems to have stage fright, or he naturally likes to attract people's attention.

After lunch, he jumped out and said that he wanted to help Wayne organize the afternoon gambling game, and took out a lute for himself, singing poetry in the tavern, and loudly greeting the onlookers who were waiting around and the participants who wanted to participate in the gambling game.

He is a young man with a great talent for poetry, humorous, clear words, and very able to mobilize the emotions of the masses, playing melodious music, and singing poems are also tactful and smooth.

You can also tell a joke from time to time, which will make the surrounding residents laugh.

The inhabitants of Floating Harbor had never seen such a poet before, and they were attracted by Dandrien's temperament, as if he were the protagonist of the gamble.

Wayne watched very interestingly, he looked at Geralt, who had been drinking silently beside him, and said with a smile:

"Has this Mr. Poet always been like this? He is an interesting person, and if you travel with him, you will definitely have all kinds of fun. ”

Geralt shrugged, a helplessness in his tone.

"It's not just fun, it's just a troublesome person."

"I've known him for less than a year, and I've been in prison twice because of him."

"However, he is a friend worthy of friendship, and he will not be prejudiced against us witchers like the others, and although he will get into trouble, he will never betray his friends."

As he spoke, Geralt took another sip of the spirit, grinned and exhaled, and said to the Wayne:

"After the big gamble today, let's get out of here."

"Because of the riot you caused, the mayor of Floating Harbor already has a lot of opinions about us, and he won't even let me accept the commission on the announcement."

"He also secretly threatened me that if we didn't get out of here, he would let the soldiers take us to jail."

"If you don't want to go to jail with me, or become a wanted criminal."

"Then get things done here as soon as possible and get out of here early."

Wayne nodded when he heard this, his purpose was to gain experience in the level of Gwent, and after completing the big gamble, the goal was achieved, and there would be no more conflicts with the mayor here.

And this incident also reminded him that if he wants to hold such a big gamble in other places, he must first establish a good relationship with the local administrator, and it is best to report it in advance.

No manager likes to cause trouble, and if he gets into trouble everywhere, he'll quickly become an undesirable witcher.