The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 236 I have crossed mountains and seas, and also walked through crowds of people

"Demon Hunter Lynn?"

"you know me?"

Of course, Lynn knew who the bard in front of him was.

He is the famous Dandelion.

He is also one of the best friends of White Wolf Geralt.

Geralt became the most famous demon hunter of this era and even in later generations thanks to the contribution of this person.

However, logically speaking, this was the first time he and Dandelion met.

There is no way the other party would recognize me.

It's impossible that the other party has also traveled through time.

"Of course I know you. You might not know this, but you're already a celebrity at our school—that's the University of Newcastle."

"My apprentice, Marillion painted your portrait and sold it for a good sum."

"Ah this."

How come this is different from what I thought?

"I thought he saw you as a goal to surpass and was working hard for it."

"Well," Dandelion scratched his head, "a person's destiny depends not only on their own efforts but also on the course of history."

"To be honest, my junior isn't very good at poetry. Writing lyrics is one thing, but listening to him sing is truly a torture. Even a deaf person wouldn't be able to handle it. But his talent for painting is something else. If you don't believe me, you can take a look."

Dandelion pulled a folded piece of parchment from his pocket and unfolded it.

Lin En took a look and commented, "Well, it's really well drawn."

"I'll just say it."

Dandelion refolded the parchment and put it away.

He looked at the three people standing behind the witcher.

"Are these your companions?"

Lin En stepped aside and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Lord Borch, the Three Jackdaws. These two are his guards, Tia and Wea."

"I'm Dandelion, the most famous bard in this thousand miles. This guy over here is also my friend," Dandelion said, pointing to the captain painting in the sand with the prong of his halberd. "You see, he's an artist too."

"Stop flattering me," the "artist" captain finished his last few strokes and stretched out of boredom. "No one can pass without a pass."

"If it doesn't work, it looks like we'll have to take a long detour," Lynn said to Borch. "Let's go back and cross the river to the city of Humphreys."

Dandelion said anxiously, "That would be too late. The dragon-slaying team organized by King Niedamir of Kangorn has already crossed the river. If we wait until you return to Hengfors City and then turn back, the opportunity will be lost."

Lin En pretended to be ignorant and asked, "What Dragon Slayer?"

"Don't you know?" The bard's eyes widened, his gaze sweeping over the four people one by one. "Aren't you here to slay a dragon?"

"I don't even know what you're talking about, but I'm guessing you're going to explain it to us soon, am I right?"

"Wait a moment, Mr. Lin En," Three Jackdaws suddenly interrupted, "It's almost noon, and I'm very thirsty, very thirsty. I can't chat with people with a dry mouth."

"And this Captain and the Poet must be hungry too. So... Tia, Wea, hurry back to the town we passed by a quarter of an hour ago and buy two barrels of wine and some more meat."

The two Zerrikan girls nimbly jumped onto their horses and galloped away.

Perhaps because he had never been complimented by someone dressed like Borch before, the captain blushed. "I'm not 'Sir'. Only officers are worthy of being called 'Sir'. I'm just a small captain. And even if you..."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's useless even if you flatter me. No one can pass without a pass."

Borch laughed heartily. "Don't get me wrong, Captain. My companions and I admire your professional ethics and dedication to duty. With someone as outstanding as you, I believe you'll be promoted to an officer in no time."

"Besides, we didn't mean to bribe you. I just thought that as a gentleman, I shouldn't let others go hungry when I have enough to eat and drink myself."

The captain's expression softened considerably. "I'd appreciate your understanding. Thank you for your kindness, sir."

Although Dandelion was still very young at this time, he had already mastered the skills of dealing with nobles.

He bowed to the Three Jackdaws and said, "Sir Borch, I must write a song to praise your generosity."

Borch nodded in return: "I'm honored."

On the other side, Lin En asked, "If you don't mind, Dandelion, before the girls bring back the wine and meat, I'd like to hear what you mean by slaying the dragon?"

Dandelion felt much better after getting another free meal.

The previous melancholy was instantly swept away.

"No problem. What version would you like to hear? Verse or prose?"

"The regular version is fine."

"As you wish." Dandelion picked up his beloved lute and began to sing. "My lords, please listen carefully. It happened a week ago, not far from the free city called Holopor. Oh, yes, it was early in the morning, and the morning light dyed the gauze-like mist on the grass red..."

"I said - the normal version!" the witcher emphasized.

"Isn't that commonplace? All right, all right, I see. Keep it brief, and avoid metaphors. Near Holopor, a dragon descended."

"Is this true? There are fewer real dragons in this world than there are witchers. No one has seen a dragon in years."

Lin En frowned. "Could it be that I mistook a gliding lizard for a dragon? Some gliding lizards are quite large..."

Dandelion jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Don't insult me, witcher. I know what a dragon looks like. I've seen one! I was on my way to the market in Holopor when I saw the dragon myself. I even wrote a song about it, but you didn't want to hear it..."

Lynn knew that Dandelion had many good qualities.

For example, loyalty.

You'd be hard-pressed to find a friend who values ​​friendship more than Dandelion.

In The Witcher 3's DLC Blood and Wine, if your Geralt makes the "wrong" choice, he will be thrown into prison by the angry Duchess Anarietta.

Dandelion would take a huge risk (he had been blacklisted by Toussaint and was denied entry), cross mountains and seas, and run to the crowded Beauclair to rescue you.

However, everything has two sides.

People are no exception.

Dandelion's shortcoming is that people who don't know him well may think he is a bit talkative, and that he has a tendency to cause trouble.

In the original novel, he caused a lot of trouble for White Wolf.

But he also helped White Wolf a lot.

If it weren't for him, Geralt the White Wolf wouldn't have become the most famous witcher in the north.

Even centuries later, his adventure stories and his love story with Yennefer are still talked about by people.

(End of this chapter)