Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1002 984. Villa in the city center

"Oh My God"

Even Geralt was shocked now and looked at Dandelion blankly.

"What happened to Dudu? Did you trick him?"

"That's not right, you definitely can't make money as fast as he spends money!"

"If I want to put it mildly." Dandelion licked his lips in embarrassment and beat around the bush, "I can only say that I encountered the same predicament as Lan En."

"I don't ask for help very much. You must understand me, Geralt."

"Yeah, you don't ask for help much." Geralt said with a cold expression, "Except when you ask me to save you."

"Anyway!" Dandelion interrupted Geralt in time, "I helped Dudu get acquainted with a powerful alchemist, and we might be able to come up with a promising project. But..."

Obviously, something went wrong in the process, and now it's a mess.

This is another tragic story of someone who wanted to start a business but ended up throwing all his money into it.

"Huh~" Lan En sighed heavily.

"Then can you find Dudu now?"

He wasn't too worried about Dudu's debt. After all, he just wanted this shapeshifter, who was quite business-savvy and whose character was recognized by Geralt, to be his asset manager.

With the wealth of his own assets, as long as he manages everything in an orderly manner, managers can make a lot no matter what they do.

But the problem now is.

"Isn't Dudu hiding from debt?"

Dandelion laughed dryly, and in order to cover up his embarrassment, he quickly picked up a wooden spoon and put two spoonfuls of tomato cream soup into his mouth.

"Yeah, hiding from debt." Geralt gritted his teeth after hearing this.

"In Novigrad there are brick houses and stone roads. A seaport, many warehouses, four water mills. There are also many slaughterhouses and sawmills, and a large pointed shoe workshop."

"Many excellent craftsmen and guilds, a mint, eight large and small banks, and nineteen pawn shops. A huge sect castle and guard tower."

"There are also many supporting facilities, including a guillotine, a gallows with a trap door, thirty-five taverns, a theater, a zoo, seven or eight scattered markets, twelve brothels, and several cities. Countless temples.”

"There are still people, the permanent population is 30,000, and the floating population is twice that!"

"And now." Geralt sighed and spread his hands, while staring fiercely at the poet next to him who was about to bury his head in the soup bowl. "We have to find a shapeshifter in this city who can even imitate other people's thoughts and memories?!"

Very good, Geralt's objective statement gave Lan En a headache.

A slice of tomato hung on the spoon he raised, and the tomato slices swayed on the spoon like a pendulum, just like his mood at this time.

Geralt and Lann looked hopeless, "Find a friendly shapeshifter". This task does not sound dangerous at all, but once it is related to Novigrad, a city with a large population, the task becomes difficult. Fly directly into the sky.

"We have to think of a way."

Lan En sighed and braced himself.

Things must be done, and you can't just do them because they are too difficult.

This way of escaping is not his style.

And just when these people were troubled by the troublesome current situation.

"Dong dong dong."

Three soft but clear knocks came from the box door.

The visitor didn't wait for the people in the box to speak, he just opened the door and walked in. There was a gust of fragrance.

She also has a voice that is as lively as a girl, but also has an alluring and mature air.

"It looks like this is a private party? Can I come in?"

"You've come in." Lan En smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing to the empty chair next to the table, "Welcome, Triss."

The person who came had red hair and was wearing a hunting suit suitable for sports.

It's just that the sorceress's figure can always make the shapeless breeches tight enough to show a hint of roundness and plumpness.

The long boots that are longer than the thighs are actually positioned more like stockings in this outfit.

The silver pendants around the necks of the two demon hunters shook even more violently.

There are a large number of magic equipment all over the city of Novigrad, and the door locks of major institutions are even magic locks combined with physical locks.

The witcher's badge actually jumps slightly in this situation, and the jump amplitude will only be upgraded when it is very close to the magic source.

So when Triss was outside the door just now, neither Geralt nor Lan could tell through the necklace that there was a sorceress outside.

"Oh, hello, Triss."

The awkward atmosphere was broken, and Dandelion was the first to warmly welcome the atmosphere breaker to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome, a great poet."

The sorceress in high-heeled boots walked like a cat. She smiled and patted the poet on the shoulder and walked past him.

But when he reached the chair pointed by Lan En, he did not stop. Instead, he grabbed the back of the chair and dragged it to Lan En amid the sound of the chair legs rubbing against the wooden floor.

Then she sat down next to him and crossed her legs gracefully.

Lan En looked at it in a daze for a moment. The ladies are very brave today!

Although not in the academy now.

"Want something to eat, Triss?"

Geralt pointed at the fried fish set in front of the three of them and one cat.

Triss is Yennefer's good friend and bestie, and when Geralt went to Vizima in Temeria to lift the curse of the vampire bird, Triss was already serving as a royal advisor.

Foltest even learned what kind of group the witchers were from her mouth.

So they are all familiar with it.

Moreover, Dandelion and Geralt were both wise and pretended that they did not see the strange atmosphere between a man and a woman across from them.

Lan En's tall body seemed restrained, but Triss kept 'invading' in Lan En's direction.

The velvet ball originally squeezed in the middle could only stare at his big watery eyes with a confused look on his face.

It also thought that Triss liked this position, so it gave a light 'meow' and ran to the other side of its boss with the plate in hand.

"Thanks, Geralt, I've eaten."

Triss put her elbows on the table and swayed, smiling as she answered.

Lan En originally wanted to move the chair to the side naturally by shaking his shoulders.

But after shaking it slightly, I found that it was not shaking.

Looking down, I saw that the legs of the chair were pressed by a magical light.

The slender palms that Tris placed under the table also shone slightly.

"Hey, why are you in Novigrad?"

Lan En asked slightly anxiously.

However, the sorceress's light blue eyes swept across the young demon hunter's face, and the charm and uneasy look on his face made her chuckle.

"You have nothing to worry about Rita, dear."

Triss' voice, in her joking voice, was deliberately made to sound cloyingly sweet.

A young member of the sorceress group, playful and optimistic, often laughing at some inconspicuous things.

Except when the Battle of Sodden Mountain ended, Lan En took care of her who suffered burns all over her body for those few days. This was the impression Triss gave him.

"In fact"

She supported her chin with the back of her hand and tilted her head to look at Lan En beside her.

"She is the one who asked me to come here, and I also heard what she said about you. She asked me to 'take care' of you here. Haha, listen to what she said. A hero who wins a war is like a little fart Like a child."

Triss put an emphasis on the word 'take care of'.

Immediately, Dandelion across the table showed an ambiguous and tacit smile.

"I have a villa next to the Patriarch's Square in Novigrad. The price of a hotel in Novigrad is not cheap. It shouldn't be easy for you to afford it now, right? Besides, it's not convenient for Qilin and Velvet Ball to stay in a hotel."

After saying that, Triss stood up, her slender but powerful waist directly in front of Lan En, and her upper body reached over him to scratch the flannel ball's chin.

"Oh, it's been such a long time, you're even cuter, kitten."

"Thanks for the compliment, nya!"

The kitten raised his head and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

Lan En blinked, first looking at the life-threatening waist in front of him, and then raising his eyes upward, just in time to look Dandelion in the eye.

‘The Leader’s Square! Central location! villa! ’

The poet is using intense and silent lip language to spread knowledge to Lan En.

No matter which world you are in, everyone knows the value of a woman who owns a villa in the center of a world-class city.

In addition, I am really strapped for money right now.

"Thank you for letting us stay, Triss."

Lan En tried his best to lean back on the chair and said.

"Flannel Ball and Qilin and I will abide by the rules and not cause you any trouble."

"Really?" Triss's red hair fell down to the corners of her mouth with a meaningful smile. Her waist retracted into the seat like a beautiful snake.

"Follow the rules, that's the best."

"Great!" Geralt across the table looked at him and wanted to stop Dandelion, but there was no doubt that the poet was not stopped.

He suddenly sighed loudly.

"Look, this is friendship! Having friends anywhere can make people feel at ease."

"It's just Triss." The poet looked at the sorceress with expectant eyes. "Can you also arrange accommodation for both of us?"

"Stop talking!" Geralt interrupted angrily because his leather gloves had slipped on the silk fabric of Dandelion's shirt.

"Sorry, Triss. Dandelion has just experienced a tragedy and has not recovered. He is now trying to cover up his frustration, sadness and uneasiness with cynical jokes."

"You mean he was dumped and thrown out of the house with his clothes by a woman."

Triss said with determination.

"That's right!" Dandelion seemed to be the least concerned person present, and he admitted loudly.

"Okay. For the sake of this lady who must have been angry with you." Triss shrugged, "I will book you a room at the Kingfisher Hotel, which is not far from the Patriarch's Square. How about it?"

"Thank you very much!" Dandelion held the lute and played it for a while, "Maybe I can still earn some performance fees there."

"Okay, the accommodation issue is not important." Lan En, who had resigned himself to his fate and stopped trying to move his chair, looked at the poet and asked.

"The important thing is to find Dudu, and for this you need to know the whole story of Dandelion. You said you helped him lead the way to an alchemist. Then what is the origin of the alchemist?"

"I actually don't know any alchemists. She is an alumnus of mine. She traveled with that guy for a few days and we got in touch."

Dandelion recalled.

"The alchemist seems to be called Kalkstein."