Chapter 151 Husbands and wives will quarrel, let alone brothers. Whether it
is the name or the temperament exuded by the building itself, it makes House in the team reminisce.
House looked at Lann, and with the other party's agreement, he strode open the colorful door.
Soon, a lute and melodious singing came from inside. A handsome man wearing a red and purple leather coat fell on top of four girls, melancholy humming poetry, and several other girls rubbed his penis. She was arranging his clothes with her legs, looking at him in awe, her eyes watery.
House sniffed: "There are so many people coming 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 "shh" gesture to him seriously.
Perhaps because he was afraid that House would speak out again if he had doubts, he explained: "That's the poet Dandelion. He never needs to spend money to come here!"
House took a breath, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked in shock. Dandelion, surrounded by warblers.
He was in awe.
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Dandelion, whose full name is "Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Letenhape", is nicknamed the Scarlet Avenger and the Nightingale Prince - these two are joking names.
He was born into an aristocratic family, and fell in love with a countess when he was nineteen years old and came into contact with poetry. The countess is now unknown, but Dandelion maintained his hobby of writing poetry and gained a world-class reputation in just a few years after graduating from Cowburg and traveling to the mainland. Many nobles admired her. Much respect.
For players, the most commendable thing is his love history: once, in order to run a mission, Lann came into contact with Dandelion's four girlfriends and one boyfriend within half an hour.
Among the game clips that Lan has never forgotten, there is one where a group of non-human races were accused of "treason" and "murder" and other serious crimes and went to the gallows. Dandelion was considered an elf because he was too handsome and was dismissed. He was among this group of felons charged with "debauchery" - he was the only one whose charges were true.
Sometimes Lann even felt that Dandelion's face and sweet words were the most powerful weapons in the game of thrones, because he was the one who seduced the Duchess of Toussaint and made Prince Raymond angry to death, and he almost He successfully stayed and flew with the Duchess and became the new prince of Toussaint.
This is the most simple and efficient way to steal the country!
At this moment, the poet's song was echoing throughout the cabin, arousing everyone's heartstrings.
"I heard that you are still alive, which makes me very disappointed.
I also survived, but not because of you."
A naughty girl took off the poet's hat and put it on her head, attracting the girls with her cute smile. The poet seemed to wake up from a deep sleep.
He suddenly jumped up from the ground and looked at a girl. His voice was no longer melancholy, but filled with strength.
"Have we not rejoiced together? Look at me my husband.
Now I will burn away all your memories. From now on
you will have to travel alone. You can care about your sword and stupid hair, and I will burn out All your memories."
His sudden increase in volume startled the girl, and the poet began to operate the lute flexibly 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. For a while, no one had time to receive them.
House looked a little strange and muttered to Lann: "This poet is singing... it can't be Mr. Geralt, right? They have enmity? But how come I heard that they seem to be very good friends?" Lann said nonchalantly
: "Every husband and wife quarrel sometimes, but don't they make up quickly? The way they get along may be similar."
House looked even weirder after hearing this.
At this time, the poet had finished his song, and after bowing to the audience, the pink-scented atmosphere returned to the room.
Lane 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 military could not hide from the poet's eyes.
"I'm looking for Dandelion, the famous poet, singer and writer." The
poet sitting surrounded by rouge took a sip of wine from the cup handed by the girls and asked with a chuckle: "That Dandelion Well... does he owe you money, or has he offended any of the ladies around you?"
Lann shook his head funnyly: "No."
"Then, I am Dandelion." Dandelion raised his glass to Lann He toasted and drank the wine in one gulp, "Nice to meet you, this -" "
Lan, Lann Lannister Wrenlon, Earl of Cintra."
"Lan, your eyes remind me of A friend of mine, I believe you were introduced here?"
Lann nodded and said, "You mean Geralt, right? He is a powerful warrior."
Dandelion smiled with satisfaction, as if Lann It's like praising him.
Lann continued: "I do know him. I have fought with him a few times. He is a good opponent." There
seems to be some ambiguity in this sentence, which may cause misunderstandings to the people who hear it.
Dandelion suddenly sat up straight, looked at the entourage brought behind Lan and said: "No, no, the friend I am talking about is not this Geralt. You may have heard from my song just now that I have feelings for him. His attitude makes me want to hit him on the head with a lute."
Lan couldn't help laughing.
Shani, who had been too shy to come in, couldn't help but jump in when she heard Dandelion's words and shouted: "Dandelion, Mr. Lannister is from Cintra, and the Geralt you keep mentioning was there before. Help him...hell, put down the bottle in your hand, I'm not kidnapped!"
Dandelion misunderstood again. The combination of a group of expressionless burly men and a young girl really makes people think in a bad direction.
"Princess Cirilla of Cintra is Geralt's unexpected son. I'm sure you've heard him mention it." Lann explained with a smile, "Geralt and I got to know each other through this, and he also helped me a lot. , we are also very close friends, you can trust me completely."
Dandelion breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his body again. With Shani's evidence and the information he had obtained all along, he felt relieved. .
"Blonde Lion Eyes, I guess you are the Lion of Sintra. I have heard those poems about you. To be honest, they are not very good. If you had met me earlier, I guarantee that you would be more famous than you are now. Many."
The poet smiled and said: "Friends of friends are friends, so my friend, why did you come to me?"
Lann did not hide anything and said directly: "I met a group of Redanian soldiers on the ship in the Delta. They were hired by a warlock named Riens. I was told that you knew information about him, so I came to you."
Dandelion straightened up: "Riens? He also came to you. Fuck you?"
Lann nodded.
The poet lowered his head and muttered: "It must have been Dijkstra who asked you to come, that damn intelligence chief - I thought it was Geralt who asked you to come to me for help."
After complaining for a few words, the poet made no secret and said to Lan: "I once wrote several poems to Geralt, all about his battles, our adventures, and about him and Yennefer— —I don’t know if you know her.”
Lann nodded: “A sorceress who can turn Geralt from a white wolf into a little white dog.”
The poet gave a thumbs up and praised Lann’s accurate summary: “I traveled abroad. I often sang these poems when I was young, but they got me into trouble once..."
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a few months ago.
At this time, the capital of Cintra had fallen for a long time, and the Battle of Mount Soden, which had killed thirteen warlocks and shocked the north, had ended.
Dandelion and his apprentices are holding a concert under the giant oak tree "Peleuchris", which has attracted hundreds of tourists. Known as the "Place of Friendship," the glades under the trees are a well-known resting place for travelers and a gathering place for wanderers. The druids take good care of this oak tree and welcome all visitors.
After the bard finished singing the song, he played the chorus again on the lute, and the tone was only slightly higher than the accompaniment of his apprentice. The sound of the piano is elegant, just like a lady's fingers gently rubbing everyone's ears.
Everyone was intoxicated by the aftertaste of the music and singing, and no one said a word.
Until the soft sound of the branches and leaves of the tall oak trees swaying in the wind broke the silence around them. There was a circle of carriages parked around the ancient oak tree, and a goat tied to the carriage barked "baa-baa--". As if hearing a signal, deafening applause erupted from the semicircle of audience.
The poet stood up and bowed gracefully to the audience.
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