Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"He came from the north, covered in the dust of history."

"He is a stranger and the first witcher under the stars."

"The golden dragon was his companion and was sent by him, and the predators also fell under the sword in his hand..."

"He is the Dragon Rider, Roger!"

Dandelion sat on the stage, flicking the lute in his hand, and the melodious sound filled the room, but this time his singing voice did not bring tidal applause.

"Shit, what are you talking about?!"

Before Dandelion could finish singing, he was interrupted by a curse.

"The witcher is not like this. I remember a lot of stories about the witcher, such as the guy from Livia..."

"Besides, how can there be a golden dragon in this world? What you said is too exaggerated. Is there anyone else who can ride a dragon? Besides, is he a demon hunter?"

"This is ridiculous!"

The man's sarcasm aroused a lot of approval, mixed with several different voices.

"I seem to have heard similar things. It is said that King Niedamir indeed organized a team to hunt dragons..."

But soon these two voices were drowned out by the surrounding noise, Dandelion smiled awkwardly, his fingers hurt from playing, but he didn't get a single piece, so he could only run off the stage in despair.

By the window of the tavern, Roger leaned on the chair boredly, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

In this world, he can hardly find a tavern that does not mix water, and drinking heavily is the best way he can find to solve the bad wine now.

Dandelion ran to sit down opposite Roger, filled the wine glass in front of him, and moistened his thirsty throat.

"Damn it, this is the poem I am most satisfied with. What I said is clearly the truth, with only a little processing, but they just don't want to believe it!"

"The people here must be too stupid." Dandelion gritted his teeth.

"When I leave here and go to the next place, I don't believe that this song will not be recognized by everyone."

"I've heard similar words seven times." Roger smiled, and turned his eyes to Dandelion from the window.

The latter looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Roger, but it seems that I still need your help for tonight's accommodation..."

"No problem." Roger waved his hand indifferently.

Dandelion looked happy, but the next second he heard Roger add slowly, "I can help you pay for the room fee, but you need to find a way to sleep with the woman."

Dandelion blushed, "It's a misunderstanding!" He tried to defend himself.

"That woman said that she admired me and that she liked my ballads. As an idol, I understand these women's thoughts too well. This may be the only time in my life that I come to Cape Brimwood like this."

As he spoke, he sighed, "This is the only time in her life that she can get in touch with her idol so closely. I think she is really pitiful..."

"So you slept with her?" Roger couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"We agreed to just talk about poetry, but she took off her clothes when she came in. The little girl nowadays is too unruly..."

"What's even more exaggerated is that as soon as the exchange was over, she lifted her pants and asked for money!"

Dandelion muttered in a low voice, but seeing that Roger's face didn't change, she wisely stopped talking in detail, looked left and right, and pretended to change the subject.

"Has Geralt not returned yet?"

"It's really hard to find a job here. It seems that we can only continue to live on your charity."

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and lowered his voice, "To be honest, I'm really curious, Roger, how many treasures that golden dragon gave you."

"Can all the scales on his body be used as gold?"

"Is this important?" Roger didn't want to get too close to Dandelion, so he leaned back slightly.

"Anyway, you can't spend all the money, so the specific numbers are meaningless."

Dandelion looked envious,

But his standard of calculating money is very different from others. He would only ask how long the money would last him in the most luxurious brothel in Novigrad.

When Roger replied his answer was, you can sleep there until you die.

The whole day after getting this answer, Dandelion was in a trance, and every time he was mentioned, he was inexplicably excited.

Of course this time was no exception, but soon Dandelion remembered another thing, he stretched his neck and looked out the window, then looked at Roger mysteriously.

"I see it, Roger."

"What did you see?" Roger was confused.

"That night, someone came into your room through the window."

"It's Yennefer."

"Oh, what day do you mean?" Roger asked casually.

"What day?!" Dandelion's eyes widened.

"Isn't this the first time for you?"

"Geralt lives next door, you do this...do you do this..."

"Speak well, what are you excited about?" Roger was speechless for a while.

"I'm excited? Am I?!" Dandelion's voice rose sharply, and it wasn't until then that he noticed the strange gazes of other people around the tavern.

Smiling awkwardly, he took a breath, "It was the night we first met you in Ed Kingville."

"The day you left on the dragon, the three of us set off for Povis, and there seemed to be some small dispute between Geralt and Yennefer in Ed Kingville."

"According to my observation, another male sorcerer, Istred, is involved. According to people in the city, Yennefer will come here to stay here for a few months every once in a while, probably just to get along with this Istride." Streid meet."

Dandelion had a weird look on his face, he seemed to be trying to help Roger recall what happened that night, "Do you have any impression?"

"That night, I came back a little later, and saw Yennefer get into your room."

"It took a long time to leave."

"You even know when you left?" Roger smiled, "Could it be a coincidence this time?"

Dandelion laughed and admitted that he had squatted in the corner.

"I know the style of the sorceresses, and I have been advising Geralt and Yennefer not to get too involved, so I am out of concern."

"Even if something happens to you, at least don't be so blatant, because Geralt is next door. Although I can't hear anything, the senses of a witcher are very keen."

"It's not good to do that."

Dandelion looked straight.

If it weren't for the overexcitement he showed at the beginning, Roger might really believe what he said.

"So you guys, that night..."

The fire of gossip was burning, and Dandelion felt countless melodies and words jump out of his brain automatically.

A gorgeous poem is about to be formed.

But the next second.

"You mean the day, well, she did come and stay in my room for a while."

Roger spread his hands.

"But we just chatted and did nothing."