From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Whether it is the name or the temperament exuded by the building itself, House in the team recalled it for a while.

House looked at Lane, and with the consent of the other party, he pushed open the open door with big strides.

Soon, lutes and melodious singing came from inside, and a handsome man in a red-purple leather coat fell on top of the four girls, humming poems melancholy, and several other girls rubbed his Calf, arranging his clothes, looking at him with rapt eyes, eyes watering.

House sniffed: "There are so many to serve at the same time... This poet is really rich."

A customer who was listening to the song was disturbed by House, and made a serious "shh" gesture to him, probably because he was afraid that House would be suspicious again, and he explained: "That's the poet Dandelion, He never had to spend money to come here!"

House gasped, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked in shock at Dandelion who was surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, in awe.

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Dandelion, whose full name is "Viscount De Thunderhape Julian Alfred Pancratz", is nicknamed Scarlet Avenger and Prince Nightingale—these two are joking names.

Born into an aristocratic family, he fell in love with a countess at the age of nineteen and was introduced to poetry. No one knows about the Countess now, but Dandelion has kept his hobby of poetry writing, and has gained a world-class reputation in the short few years he traveled to the mainland after graduating from Niubao. Many nobles admire him. Respect is added.

For the player, the most commendable thing is his love history: Lane once contacted Dandelion's four girlfriends and one boyfriend within half an hour in order to run a mission.

In the game clip that Lan can never forget, there is a section where a group of non-human races are slandered as "treason" and "murder" and so on. He was convicted of "debauchery" among this group of felons-he was the only one who was convicted of the crime.

Sometimes Lan even felt that Dandelion's face and sweet words were the most powerful weapons in Game of Thrones, because he was the one who seduced the Duchess of Toussaint and pissed off Prince Raymond, and he almost He successfully stayed with the duchess and became the new prince of Toussaint.

This is the most simple and efficient means of stealing the country!

At this moment, the poet's singing is echoing throughout the cabin, stirring everyone's heartstrings.

"I hear you're alive, and that disappoints me so much,

I survived too, but not because of you. "

A naughty girl took off the poet's hat and put it on her head. Her charming smile attracted the fight of the girls, but the poet seemed to wake up from a deep sleep.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, looked at a girl, his voice was no longer melancholy, but filled with strength.

"Have we not been happy together, look at me my husband,

Now I will burn all your memories, and you will have to travel alone in the future.

You can care about your sword and your stupid hair while I burn all your memories. "

His sudden increase in volume startled the girl, and the poet began to flexibly manipulate the lute, and began to move around in the crowd, causing bursts of applause.

Lan En and his party quietly entered the house and found a seat for themselves, but for a while, no one had the time to receive them.

House looked a little strange, and murmured to Lan: "This poet is singing...couldn't it be Mr. Geralt? They have a grudge? But how do I hear that they seem to be very good friends?"

Lan En didn't care: "Husbands and wives quarrel sometimes, but don't they reconcile soon? They probably have a similar way of getting along."

House looked even weirder after hearing this.

At this time, the poet had finished a song, and after bowing to the audience, the atmosphere of powdery fragrance was restored in the room.

Lan walked up to the poet.

He was not wearing armor at the moment, but the group of followers behind him who looked like they were from the army couldn't hide from the poet's eyes.

"I'm looking for Dandelion, the poet, singer, and writer of great renown."

Sitting surrounded by rouge, the poet took a sip of wine from the glasses handed over by the girls, and asked with a chuckle, "That Dandelion...does he owe you money, or has he offended any lady beside you?"

Lane shook his head funny: "No."

"Then, I am Dandelion." Dandelion raised his glass to toast Lane and drank it down. "Nice to meet you, this—"

"Lane, Lannister Ray Allen, Earl of Cintra."

"Lan, your eyes remind me of a friend of mine. I believe he introduced you?"

Lan nodded and said, "You mean Geralt? He's a powerful fighter."

Dandelion smiled with satisfaction, as if Lan was praising him.

Lane continued: "I do know him, I've had a few fights with him, he's a good opponent."

There seems to be some ambiguity in this sentence, which may cause the listener to misunderstand something.

Dandelion sat up straight suddenly, looked at the entourage brought behind Lane and said, "No, no, the friend I'm talking about is not this Geralt. You may have heard my love for him from my song just now." Attitude, I wish I could hit him on the head with a lute."

Lan couldn't help laughing.

Xia Ni, who had been too shy to come in, couldn't help jumping in when she heard Dandelion's words, and shouted, "Dandrian, Mr. Lannister is from Sintra, and the Geralt you keep mentioning was there before." Help him... hell, put down the bottle in your hand, I am not kidnapped!"

Dandelion misunderstood again. The combination of a group of expressionless big men and a young girl is indeed easy to imagine in a bad direction.

"Cirilla, Princess of Cintra, is Geralt's accidental son. I believe you must have heard him mention it." Lan explained with a smile, "Geralt and I met because of this, and he also helped me a lot. , we are also very close friends, you can completely trust me."

Dandelion breathed a sigh of relief, and his body relaxed again. With Xia Ni's evidence and the news he had obtained all along, he was relieved.

"Blonde lion pupils, I think you are the lion of Sintra. I have heard those poems about you, but to be honest, they are not very well written. If you met me earlier, I guarantee that your reputation will be much bigger than now many."

The poet laughed and said: "A friend of a friend is a friend, so my friend, why did you come to me?"

Lan didn't hide anything, and said directly: "I was harassed by a group of Redanian soldiers on the boat in the delta. They were hired by a warlock named Liens. I was told that you knew about him. That's why I came to you."

Dandelion straightened up: "Riens? Did he find you too?"

Lane nodded.

The poet bowed his head and muttered a few words: "Dijkstra must have sent you here, that damn intelligence chief—I thought Geralt sent you to come to me for help."

After complaining a few words, the poet did not hide anything, and said to Lan: "I once wrote a few poems for Geralt, all about his battles, about our adventures, and about him and Yennefer— —I don't know if you know her or not."

Lane nodded: "A sorceress who can turn Geralt from a white wolf into a little white dog."

The poet gave Lane a thumbs up for his precise summary: "I used to sing these poems when I was traveling, and they got me in trouble once..."

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months ago.

At this time, the capital of Sintra has been occupied for a long time, and the battle of Sodden Mountain that shocked the northern border by sacrificing thirteen warlocks has ended.

Dandelion and his apprentices are holding a concert under the giant oak tree "Belyuheris", which has already attracted hundreds of tourists. Known as the "Field of Friendship," the glade under the trees is a well-known traveler's resting place and a gathering place for the outcasts. The druids take good care of the oak tree and welcome every visitor.

After the bard sang, he played the chorus again on the lute, only slightly higher than his apprentice's accompaniment. The sound of the piano is elegant, like a lady rubbing everyone's ears with her fingers.

Everyone was intoxicated in the aftertaste of the sound of the piano and singing, and no one made a sound.

Until the soft sound of the branches and leaves of the tall oak tree swaying in the wind broke the silence around. A wagon was parked around the ancient oak tree, and a goat tied to the wagon yelled "baa-baa--". As if hearing a signal, there was deafening applause from the semicircle of audience.

The poet stood up and bowed gracefully to the audience.

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