Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1424 1396. Yinlu Tavern

Yennefer opened another room in the Yinlu Tavern.

Having no choice but to follow Lan En's simple and accurate description, Ciri ran wildly through the streets of Goss Velen and broke into the Yinlu Tavern.

In the tavern hall, Geralt was eating and chatting with Dandelion.

The famous poet in the north has been having a hard time recently.

Geralt said before that Dandelion told him the news that Ciri was being traced.

And what happened to Dandelion?

—It seems to be because of patriotism? Or maybe you’re looking for some inspiration about secret agents and spies, the mysterious professions that haunt the shadows.

In short, the poet has actually been working as a secret agent recently.

This is not surprising. With the poet's status of traveling all over the country and enjoying success wherever he goes, it would be a pity not to be a secret agent.

Dandelion even acted much later than many of his peers.

But success depends on fame, and failure depends on fame.

The person who recruited Dandelion to become a secret agent happened to be Redania's famous intelligence chief, Sigismund Dijkstra.

A big shot like him has been away from the front line for many years, so his appearance in front of Dandelion this time is of course purposeful.

The poet seems to be generous on the surface, but in fact he also knows in his heart that this matter is probably because of Shirley.

Geralt is Ciri's well-known legal guardian, and he is the witcher's well-known friend, and the relationship is clear.

So this poet, who looks indifferent but is actually very righteous, has another reason to be a spy: he wants to use the light of the Redanian intelligence system to see who is looking for this girl. What are the identities of these seekers? What is the purpose.

It is best to inform your friends in advance to prepare for it.

Of course, these were all his previous plans.

Ever since that mad dog-like Riens came to his door, he was almost killed. Dandelion knew how insidious those people who played intelligence were.

He wanted to take advantage of Redania's intelligence system, but Dijkstra made it clear that he would be thrown out as bait.

The name Riens was only known to everyone when he was almost killed that time. I just knew there was such a person before.

After realizing that he was just a weak and helpless poet who could not defeat those intelligence guys, Dandelion did not even dare to go to Redania, let alone Novigrad and Oxenford. Stayed.

He ran directly to Gos Velen and found his old friend, Gede, the demon hunter of the Bear School who had supported each other on the battlefield of Cintra - mainly Dandelion was supported.

The focus is also on the rumored reappearance of [Hunter Lord].

Now I happened to meet Geralt who had returned with Triss and Berengar.

But now that Lan En is away and Gerd is working again, he can only sit here with Geralt.

"Twice in a row!" The poet sighed in surprise and said to the white-haired witcher across the table. "The turnip fields and cabbage fields of Hofmeyer Manor were trampled to pieces by the army chasing the Scoia'tael. After two times, there was nothing left.”

"Fortunately, their family mainly grows radishes and potatoes, otherwise they would have suffered a huge loss!"

The heron feathers on the poet's hat are very fluffy and tremble as he narrates.

"Old Hofmeyer complained to me: There were burning stakes and gallows along the roads, and corpses were lying on the fields and paths. The country seemed to have returned to the time of the **** Falga Rebellion!"

"The king's men come during the day and threaten anyone who dares to help the Scoia'tael to be hanged immediately."

"The elves appear at night to see who dares to say 'no' to them! Even their threats to others are poetic, but the smell of blood in the poetry is simply nauseating."

"The two groups of people are like two piles of fire, roasting ordinary people between them."

"In my opinion, Geralt." The poet picked up a glass of wine to moisten his throat, "Even the halfling farms fifteen miles outside the city are beginning to hope that the gathering of warlocks can change something in today's terrible world. Something!”

"But in my opinion, Dandelion." The white-haired demon hunter repeated the other man's sentence with a cold expression, "Nothing can be changed."

"Warlocks, if you look at them individually, many of them have good tempers and good character. But once a group of warlocks get together, I can only imagine a bunch of firecrackers."

"The banquet before the meeting will begin on Xenide Island tonight. Not to mention, there are already more than a hundred warlocks on the island. Counting those who came directly through the portal, there must be two hundred people at the beginning of the banquet."

"Think about it, more than two hundred warlocks gathered together for a meeting, tsk tsk tsk."

Dandelion rolled his eyes at his old friend: "Yeah, the forbidden magic circle in Gastang Palace is not just a decoration."

The conversation between the two men as they exchanged glasses of wine came to an abrupt end when Ciri appeared in front of them panting as she ran all the way. At that time, the demon hunter only felt that he had fallen into some hallucination.

But then Yennefer ran in panting: "Ciri!"

The witcher first knocked over the stool and stood up to get closer to Ciri, but he hesitated and stopped after seeing Yennefer. Yennefer's movements were very different from his.

The girl who broke into the tavern stood in the middle under everyone's gaze.

Dandelion had already picked up the cup excitedly, thinking dramatically in his mind who the girl would choose. After all, it seems that neither the man nor the woman will take a step forward in this situation. Witcher? Or a sorceress?

But in this very dramatic moment for the girl, she chose no one.

She was between the two of them, seemingly fainting from breathing too much.

—

In the room left by Yennefer, Ciri was still pretending to be asleep, but when she heard Geralt and Yennefer closing the door and leaving, she quickly turned over and sat up, ready to put on her shoes and go up.

But then, the girl who turned over froze.

Because when she opened her eyes, she saw that there was no one in the room. On the contrary, a huge figure was leaning against the door leisurely, looking at her with his arms folded.

"How come you don't even make the sound of breathing!"

Xili complained first, as if she was justified in the matter.

Lan En didn't care about her, he just looked at her with interest.

"You haven't mastered Kung Fu yet. If you can't hear your [Torno Breathing] at a close distance, then you've mastered Kung Fu."

"But looking at your body, it's true that you haven't lost your skills. You were running very fast just now. And your breathing was very similar when you messed with them."

"Messed up?" Xili pretended to be ignorant but said with pride, "What did I mess up with?"

"Well, strictly speaking, it's not a disturbance. You should call for help." Lan En tapped the girl's forehead, "Don't pretend, your mind was moving very fast just now, but how many people do you think you can deceive?"

"Do you really think you are the little princess in the storybook? You will faint on time at the critical moment?"

"Squeak~ Please allow me to clarify." The door beside Lan En opened, and a cherry red hat with a heron feather squeezed in.

"The current clichéd way of promoting the plot will not work when performing in the city. I haven't written like this in eight hundred years!"

The poet's greasy-faced face revealed a sense of indignation that his profession had been underestimated.

Dandelion squeezed in through the crack in the door, looking at Ciri with emotion in his indifferent eyes.

"Oh, in the blink of an eye, a child can grow so big that no one can even recognize it."

"And you, Dandelion." Ciri retorted unceremoniously, "You still look the same, and you're still smelling of confusing perfume. Is this a mixed scent rolled out of the beds of several ladies?"

The poet was very proud of this: "No more, no less, after five days here, I have fallen in love with two young ladies and three ladies. They are all poetry lovers, so it is hard to refuse such hospitality!"

Lan En shook his head: "I think if Geralt and I haven't come back in a few days, Gerd will have to go to the gallows to fish you out."

The poet almost sang: "I completely trust Brother Xiong's arm strength. His arms are enough to carry me two miles!"

"I don't doubt it, but now."

The young witcher took out a serving tray from somewhere, with a bottle of red wine on it, and a silver pitcher, and handed it to the girl.

"There is a hot spring bathhouse underground at the Yinlu Hotel. The guests who are enjoying it need new drinks. It's up to you to deliver them, Xili!"

As if giving a solemn task, Lan En placed the dinner plate in the girl's hand.

Xili's nose twitched and she found that the silver pot also contained wine.

She looked at Lan En suspiciously: "When did you become a part-time waiter in a tavern?"

"That's not true." Dandelion was obviously watching the fun and excitement, "It's just that the hot spring bathhouse was booked at a high price today, and he was asked to go in and help. Unfortunately, our great hero seems to be at this time I don’t have enough courage.”

"I've always been very courageous." Lann choked to Dandelion, and then turned to face Ciri. "But there are four sorceresses in the bathhouse now. Do you know what their expressions will be like after I get in?"

"To add to this," Dandelion raised his hand and said, "there will be at least two of them lying on the side of the bathtub openly showing off their figures."

Let Lan En go over to deliver the wine, and then pull off the towel on his body, expecting to see him appear embarrassed or lusty. The sorceresses' bad personalities would make them do such a thing.

Triss, Margarita, and Tissaya are actually in this tavern now.

Because the meeting of wizards will hold a pre-welcome dinner tonight, Aretuza's room is actually already vacant.

In order to free up the room, Tissaya moved out.

But Lan En felt that Margarita was just hanging out to play.

After listening to the poet's teasing, Xili, who had originally talked back to him rudely, said nothing and left with the dinner plate in hand.

Dandelion's expression that seemed to be watching the fun suddenly froze, and then turned serious, turning his face to his young demon hunter friend.

"Now I think you're in real trouble, man!"

Lan En pursed his lips and said nothing more.