The next morning, when Geralt came out of the tent he had been in, he saw a newcomer joining the dragon hunting team.

One of them, wearing an eerie fuchsia hat adorned with a silver buckle and a long egret feather that hung down to cover his eyes. Geralt recognized the hat and the feather, which were very famous in Buina and Iruga, and were known in all mansions, castles, inns, taverns, and brothels—especially in brothels.

"Dandrien, why are you here?"

"Geralt!"

A pair of cheerful blue eyes peeked out from under the hat, "What a surprise!" Is it really you? Are you here to slay dragons too? ”

Geralt did not answer the question, but looked at the poet with a frown and asked:

"A month and a half ago, when we parted ways in Virgin City, didn't you say you were going to Oxenford College?"

"It's hundreds of miles away from the Academy, why did you get here?"

The poet was about to explain, when he suddenly saw Ye Nefer coming out of the tent, as if he immediately understood something, he first bent down to the beautiful sorceress and made a gentlemanly salute, then raised his head and winked at Geralt, and said:

"Oh my God, Geralt, I know why you're here."

"Are you reconciled? Slept together last night? Has Ms. Yennefer forgiven you? ”

Hearing these three questions, Yennefer glanced at Dandrion expressionlessly, and as soon as his fingers were raised slightly, the poet covered his throat and coughed violently.

The sorceress glared at Geralt, then left the place with graceful steps and headed for the king's tent.

It wasn't until the sorceress's figure had left that Dandrien's face began to improve, and then he walked up to Geralt with palpitations, patted him on the shoulder, looked at him sympathetically, and said:

"Lady Yennefer is still so characterful, sorceresses are really not something ordinary people can bear, only you witchers can bear their love, just like Wayne."

"By the way, is our Wayne here too? Was he also in some sorceress's tent? ”

Geralt looked at Dandrien, who was unrepentant and running the train with his mouth full of pain.

Remembering that he had been turned into a guard dog by Yennefer last night and had spent a night in the tent, he knew that he must not let his poet classmates know about it, otherwise, he would definitely be laughed at for a whole year, or even years.

So he quickly changed the topic and asked:

"You haven't said yet, why aren't you in the academy, but in Holobur."

At the mention of this, Dandrion proudly raised his head, cocked his mustache and said:

"You don't look at who I am, I'm the most talented minstrel and poet of the century, I completed all my studies for the first half of the year in less than a month, got the credits, and then started my creative journey again."

"A week ago, I heard the news and rushed to Holobur, and I was supposed to set out with the king to record the whole story of this dragon hunt, and to compile it into a poem that the beautiful girls sang for me."

"But unexpectedly, the day before departure, a beautiful little widow came to me and asked me to help her solve her problems, and when I woke up from her bed the next day, the sun had already begun to set."

"The widow was so enthusiastic that I missed the rendezvous with the king, and the young king did not wait for me, and when I thought I had come by myself, I was stopped by the big soldier outside the bridge, saying that he would not be allowed to pass without a pass."

Speaking of this, Dandrion shook his head and said in a very unfamiliar tone:

"What an elm head, who almost made the greatest poet of the century miss this dragon-slaying extravaganza, is this kind of character the kind of difficult imp that appears in every story?"

Listening to a lot of nonsense from the poet's classmate Balabala, Geralt looked helpless, but there was no way, Dandrion was such a person, his mouth was his weapon, and once he started, he couldn't stop at all.

But Geralt didn't hate this feeling, and it felt good to have a friend like Dandrien who was full of enthusiasm around him.

"So, you know everything about it, right?"

"About the green dragon, and why is the king involved?"

Although it had been a day since he arrived at the dragon hunting camp, Geralt did not get much information from anyone, he was sold by Wayne to Yennefer as a guard, and he only knew that his target was a green dragon, and he was injured, and he did not know anything else.

Dandrien raised an eyebrow, laughed, patted his chest, and said:

"Don't look at who I am, I'm a great poet, a bard, as long as there is any major event in the northern kingdom, I will be the first to arrive."

"And every major event will become my work, accompanied by my chanting, and spread my fame to everyone's ears."

Geralt was a little frustrated by Dandrien's nonsense, and he patted his fellow poet on the shoulder and said:

"Hurry up and get down to business, stop talking nonsense."

Seeing that Geralt was a little impatient, Dandrion also gave up the idea of playing the lute and said briefly:

"It's very simple, about a week ago, a dragon landed outside the city of Holopol, its body was the size of three horses, and it swooped down on the shepherd's sheep directly from the air, scared the shepherds away, ate four sheep, killed several more, and flew away with the carcasses of several sheep."

"Flew away......"

Geralt nodded.

"Is that all? And then what? ”

"Of course not."

"It came back the next morning, this time closer to the city. It swooped down and pounced on the washerwoman on the banks of the Bra. My friends, they are fleeing in all directions! I've never seen anything so funny in my life. The dragon circled twice over the city of Holopel and flew to a nearby pasture to attack the sheep. ”

"What a panic and chaos it caused! You know, no one even believed the shepherd's words the day before...... The mayor began to mobilize the city's militia and guilds, but before he could organize his manpower, the people were able to solve the problem on their own. ”

Geralt frowned, he didn't believe that ordinary people could deal with a dragon flying in the sky.

"How?"

"In a very common way. A shoemaker named Kozoyed came up with a trick by slaughtering a sheep and stuffing its belly with dodder, belladonna, poison hemlock, sulfur, and shoemaker's resin. To be on the safe side, the local apothecary also took it upon himself to add two quarts of boiling potion and asked the priest of the Cliff Temple to bless the offering. ”

Then they tied the sheep to a stake and put them in the flock. Seriously, no one believed that the dragon would choose this stinking dead sheep out of a thousand sheep, but the result was beyond everyone's expectations. The other sheep were alive and well, but this one was swallowed by it along with the stake. ”

Dandrien said with a splash of saliva, very detailed, maybe he saw it with his own eyes.

It wasn't long before the dragon began to roar, spewing smoke from its mouth and buttocks. Then it rolled and tried to fly away but fell down and stopped moving. ”

Two men volunteered to run over to see if it was breathing. One of them was a local gravedigger, the other was a village idiot. ”

"We later built a small but beautiful-looking tomb for them."

Geralt knew that the green dragon was still alive, otherwise he would not have established the current dragon hunting team.

"So, is the green dragon playing dead?"

"Exactly."

Dandrion happily replied:

"It's alive, but it's too weak to swallow gravediggers and idiots. It only drank their blood and flew up...... Although it flew reluctantly, it worried everyone. Every time the dragon fluttered a wrist or two, it would fall with a roar and take off again. Sometimes it can only drag its hind legs forward. The braver ones follow not far away, not letting it out of sight. You can't imagine what happened next. ”

"The dragon jumped into the gorge of the Great Kestra Mountains, not far from the source of the Bra River. It has been hiding in a cave there. ”

"Dragon's Lair?"

Geralt understood why so many people had gathered here, the treasure in the dragon's lair had always been a legend known to all, and every adventurer, farmer noble, and even king had heard such a story.

He nodded and said:

"I understand why the soldiers blocked that bridge. Someone wanted to monopolize the treasure, and that man was Nedamir of Khangon. ”

"Exactly." The bard nodded, "The whole of Holopel is boiled out because of this, they feel that the dragon's treasure should belong to them, but they dare not openly oppose Nedamir. The king was a young fool who had just begun to grow hair on his mouth, but he knew how to be awe-inspiring. Nedamir's desire for the dragon trumped all else, which is why he acted so quickly. ”

Geralt frowned when he heard this, glanced back at the gorgeous king's tent, and asked with some puzzlement:

"I don't think a king should go to the trouble of slaying a dragon in person for an illusory treasure!"

"Is there any other reason?"

Dandrion smiled triumphantly, as a poet of great fame, he knew more than ordinary people.

"I believe he is more interested in dragons than in treasure. Because you think, Nedamir has coveted the Duchy of Marul for a long time. After the mysterious death of the prince's prince, only one princess was left who had reached marriageable age. But the elite of the Duchy of Marul were not optimistic about Nedamir and the other suitors. ”

"Because they knew that the new rulers would certainly curtail their powers, and the young princess was too soft-eared to cope with the situation. To this end, the courtiers unearthed an old book of prophecy that had accumulated dust, which said that the crown and the princess's jade hand belonged only to those who conquered the dragon. They believed that this would maintain the status quo, because no one had seen a dragon in the surrounding area for a long time. ”

"Nedamir didn't care about any prophecy at all, he tried his best to conquer the Duchy of Marul by force, but the news of the dragon infestation in Holopel reached his ears, and he realized that this was a good opportunity to leave the nobles of Marul speechless."

"If he can return to Mariul with the head of the dragon and swagger, the people will greet him like a king sent by the gods, and the magnates will no longer complain."

"So, he's going to look for the dragon like a cat and a mouse. What's more, the dragon is struggling to crawl now. For Niedamir, this was a godsend, and fate was smiling at him. Hell yes. ”

After listening to Dandrien's explanation, Geralt couldn't help frowning and exhaled, this matter really involves politics again, or is it about the battle for the throne.

Every few years, this kind of thing happens on the northern continent, where the nobles provoke wars for power, and then leave behind dozens of peasant corpses, leaving behind a group of orphans and widows, and then attracting a group of monsters.

Geralt was already numb to such a thing.

He beckoned to Dandrien, and now that Yennefer had gone to see the king, he did not need his guards, and he was going to take his fellow poets to the tent for a drink.

It was the wines of the sorceresses.

However, Ye Naifa has never been stingy with these things outside of his body, and it should be nothing wrong to drink a bottle or two.

And at this moment, the king's tent was lifted from the inside, and a proud man dressed as a warrior, tall and wearing a purple velvet tunic and a short jacket trimmed with sable fur, was driven out.

He still shouted:

"Dragons are endangered animals, and killing them will only bring disaster to us, as evidenced by countless examples."

"As a king, you should understand this truth, rather than upsetting the balance of nature for personal gain."

Looking at the richly dressed man, but who had been driven out by the guards, Geralt raised his eyebrows and asked Dandrien:

"Who is this guy? Is the balance of nature a believer in a druid? ”

The poet shook his head mysteriously, smiled, and said:

"This is the magician, Master Dorigare, and it is because of his help that I can come here without a pass."

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