Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 38 Dandelion
Wayne's generous gesture immediately drew cheers from the onlookers.

After all, the big bonus on the table has nothing to do with them, but they can get a meal of wine and meat for free, and watch a wonderful game of gambling. For these common people in the Middle Ages, who lacked means of entertainment, it is no less than a grand celebration.

And those people with malicious intentions, seeing Wayne take out a quarter of the coins on the table and use it to entertain the crowd, and the remaining coins are not even enough to be used as bonuses, the jealousy and greed in their hearts immediately dissipated a lot.

The two on the opposite side were legendary demon hunters. If they didn't have enough benefits, even a fool would not want to face these mutant swordsmen.

The next day, Wayne woke up in the best room in the tavern, and when he came to the lobby on the first floor, it was almost noon.

He was trying to see if Geralt was also drinking on the first floor, when a voice that was a little funny but also clever and melodious, like singing poetry, broke into his ears.

"Geralt, someone has come downstairs, ummmm, is this the youngest witcher of your school, Mr. Wayne?"

"Wow, blond hair, a handsome elf boy, a Gwent master, and a legendary witcher."

"In just one night, he was the talk of everyone in Floating Harbor, everyone was talking about his generosity, his good luck, and his unparalleled Gwent skills."

"It's really excellent material, and I'm going to put it into my poetry, it's going to be fascinating."

"By the way, he doesn't have a nickname yet. I also want to think of a resounding nickname for him, just like the nickname "White Wolf" I gave you."

"In the future, this will definitely become a legendary title, resounding throughout the Northern Kingdom."

Hearing this chattering voice, Wayne subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.

In an instant, he met a young man in an exaggerated and fancy dress.

He wears a purple hat with bright feathers and colorful aristocratic tight-fitting clothes. He looks handsome and has a romantic demeanor.

Obviously the two sides didn't know each other at all, but when he saw Wayne, he acted like a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, stood up and waved to him enthusiastically, shouting:

"Come and sit here, Wayne, Geralt and I have been waiting for you for a long time, the big game is about to start, come and have a drink to refresh yourself."

"In the afternoon, I will come to help you hold this grand event together."

"This big gamble will definitely become an unforgettable memory for the residents of the floating port."

Geralt, who was sitting next to him, seemed to know the young man's character very well. Seeing Wayne's face was slightly surprised, he looked at Wayne with a look that didn't make a fuss. Although there was no expression on his face, it still revealed a sense of embarrassment.

"Come and sit, Wayne."

"This is Dandelion, a friend of mine who just came here today by boat."

In fact, Geralt didn't need to introduce him. Wayne, who had played the game and read the original book, probably guessed the identity of this young man.

Dandelion, the great poet. Speaking of which, this guy is also a legend. He is obviously just a powerless poet, but he seems to have a certain destiny connection with Geralt. They can always meet in various strange ways, and then start some weird adventures.

Although he always brought all kinds of troubles to the white wolf when he got along with Geralt, Dandelion was an absolutely reliable friend and a good brother who would never betray Geralt when he was in real danger.

In the future, "Geralt of Rivia" will become so famous in the north, and the image of the witcher will start to improve in many people's hearts, which is inseparable from Dandelion's hard work in publicity.

But there is one thing to say, this guy is really very talkative. When Wayne sat across from him, this guy was like a trumpet that never stopped, asking things for a while, asking things for a while, and talking about his own experience from time to time, imagining his future life, talking about poetry, and talking about history.

Balabala, balabala, from before the meal to after the meal, it didn't stop for several hours.

But Dandelion is also very good at making troubles. He never seems to be stage fright, or he naturally likes to attract other people's attention.

After lunch, he jumped out and said that he would help Wayne organize the afternoon gamble. He took out a lute and sang poems in the tavern, and loudly greeted the onlookers who were waiting around and the participants who wanted to participate in the gamble.

He is a young man with great talent for poetry. He is humorous, speaks clearly, and is able to arouse the emotions of the masses. He plays melodious music and sings fluent poems.

You can also tell a joke from time to time, which makes the surrounding residents laugh.

The residents of Floating Harbor had never seen such a poet before, and they were all attracted by Dandelion's temperament, as if he was the protagonist in this gamble.

Wayne looked very interesting. He looked at Geralt, who had been drinking silently beside him, and said with a smile:

"Has this Mr. Poet always been like this? He is an interesting man, and traveling with him must be a lot of fun."

Geralt shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"It's more than fun, it's just a troublesome character."

"I have known him for less than a year, and I have been sent to prison twice because of him."

"However, he is a worthy friend. He will not be prejudiced against us demon hunters like others. Although he will cause trouble, he will never betray his friends."

With that said, Geralt took another sip of the spirits, grinned and exhaled, and said to Wayne:
"After finishing the big game today, let's get out of here quickly."

"Because of the riot you caused, the mayor of Fugang already has a lot of dissatisfaction with us, and even refused to let me accept the entrustment in the announcement."

"He also secretly threatened me that if we didn't get out of here quickly, he would have soldiers put us in jail."

"If you don't want to go to jail with me, or become a wanted criminal."

"Then get things done here as soon as possible and leave here early."

Wayne nodded when he heard the words. His purpose was to gain experience at the level of Gwent cards. After finishing the big game, the purpose will be achieved, and there will be no more conflicts with the mayor here.

And this incident also reminded him that if he wanted to hold such an influential big game in other places, he had to establish a good relationship with the local managers first, and it was best to report in advance.

No manager likes a troublemaker, and if he gets around he'll quickly become an unpopular witcher.

(End of this chapter)