Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 89 Beginning and Ending
The next morning, when Geralt came out of the original tent, he happened to see a newcomer joining the dragon hunting team.

One of them wore a strange fuchsia hat decorated with silver buckles and a long egret feather that hung down over his eyes.Geralt recognized the hat and the feather, they were well known in Buina and Eruga, in all the mansions, castles, inns, taverns, and brothels—especially brothels.

"Dandrian, why are you here?"

"Geralt!"

A pair of cheerful blue eyes peeked out from under the hat. "What a surprise! Is that really you? Are you here to slay dragons, too?"

Geralt didn't answer the question, but frowned at his fellow poet and asked:
"A month and a half ago, when we parted in Vizima City, didn't you say you were going to study at Oxenford College?"

"It's hundreds of miles away from the academy, why did you come here?"

The poet classmate was about to explain, when he suddenly saw Yennefer coming out of the tent, as if he understood something immediately, first bowed to the beautiful sorceress and gave a gentleman's salute, then raised his head and winked at Geralt ,road:

"My God, Geralt, I know why you're here."

"Are you reconciled? Did you sleep together last night? Did Ms. Yennefer forgive you?"

Hearing these three questions, Yennefer glanced at Dandelion expressionlessly, raised his finger slightly, and the poet student covered his throat and coughed violently.

The sorceress glared at Geralt, then left with graceful steps, heading for the king's tent.

It wasn't until the figure of the sorceress left that Dandelion's complexion began to improve, and then he walked to Geralt's side with lingering fear, patted his shoulder, looked at him sympathetically, and said:
"Ms. Yennefer still has such a character. The sorceress is really not something ordinary people can bear. Only you witch hunters can bear their love, just like Wayne."

"By the way, is our Wayne here too? Is he in some sorceress' tent too?"

Geralt looked at the unrepentant and full-mouthed Dandelion with a sore face.

Thinking of being turned into a guard dog by Yennefer last night, and staying in the tent for one night, he knew that his classmates must not let the poet know about it, otherwise, he would definitely be laughed at by him for a whole year, or even several years.

So he quickly changed the topic and asked:
"You haven't said why you're not at the Academy, but at Holobur."

Mentioning this, Dandelion raised his head proudly, raised his mustache and said:

"You don't even look at who I am. I am the most talented bard and poet of this century. It took me less than a month to complete all the studies in the first half of the year, get the credits, and then I have started my creative journey again.”

"A week ago, I heard the news and rushed to Holobur. Originally, I would set off with the king to record the whole story of hunting and killing the dragon this time, and weave it into a poem handed down from generation to generation, so that the beautiful girls sing for me."

"But unexpectedly, the day before departure, a beautiful little widow found me and asked me to help her solve her difficulties. When I woke up from her bed the next day, the sun had already started to set."

"The widow was so enthusiastic that I missed the time to meet the king, and the young king didn't wait for me, and when I wanted to rush over by myself, I was actually stopped by the big soldier outside the bridge, saying Nothing goes without a pass."

Having said that, Dandelion shook his head, and said in a very ignorant tone:
"What an elm head, who almost made the greatest poet of this century miss this dragon slaying event. Is this kind of character the kind of troublesome brat that appears in every story?"

Listening to a lot of nonsense from the poet classmate Balabala, Geralt looked helpless, but there was nothing he could do. Dandelion was such a person, his mouth was his weapon, and once he started, he couldn't stop.

But Geralt didn't dislike this feeling. For someone as unpopular as him, it felt good to be surrounded by a friend like Dandelion who was full of enthusiasm.

"So you know the whole story very well?"

"About the green dragon, and why a king was involved?"

Although it has been a day since he came to the dragon hunting camp, Geralt did not get much information from anyone. He was sold to Yennefer by Wayne as a guard, and he only knew that his target was a green dragon. And he was injured, and nothing else is known.

Dandelion raised his eyebrows, laughed, patted his chest, and said:

"Don't even look at who I am. I am a great poet and bard. As long as there is any major event in the Northern Kingdom, I will be there as soon as possible."

"And every major event will become my work, and with my singing, my reputation will be spread to everyone's ears."

Geralt was a little bit overwhelmed by Dandelion's nonsense, he patted his poet classmate on the shoulder, and said:

"Hurry up and talk about business, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing that Geralt was a little impatient, Dandelion also gave up the idea of ​​playing the lute, but said briefly:
"The matter is very simple. About a week ago, a dragon landed outside the city of Holopol. Its body was as big as three horses. It jumped directly at the shepherd's flock from the air. After scaring the shepherd away, it ate Lost four sheep, killed several more, and flew away with the carcasses of several sheep."

"flew away……"

Geralt nodded.

"Is that all? And then?"

"of course not."

"The next morning it came back again, this time closer to the city. It swooped down and threw itself on the washerwomen on the banks of the Bula. My friends, they ran away in fright! I never saw such a joke in all my life The scene of the scene. The dragon circled twice over the city of Holopole, and then flew to the nearby pastures to attack the sheep."

"What panic and confusion it caused! You know, the day before, no one even believed the words of the shepherds.... The mayor began to mobilize the militia and the guilds in the city, but before he could organize the people, the people were on their own Power settled the matter."

Geralt frowned. He didn't believe that ordinary people could deal with a dragon flying in the sky.

"How to solve it?"

"Using a very common method. A shoemaker named Kozoyed came up with a trick. They killed a sheep and stuffed the sheep's stomach with sunflowers, belladonna, hemlock, sulfur, and the shoemaker's. Resin. Just to be on the safe side, the local apothecary added two quarts of the boiled potion on his own initiative, and asked the priest of Cliff Temple to bless the offering."

"Then they tied the sheep to a stake and put them in the flock. Seriously, no one believed that the dragon would pick this stinking dead sheep out of a thousand sheep, but it turned out Everyone expected it. The other sheep were alive and well, but this one was swallowed by it along with the stake."

Dandelion's words were drooling and detailed, and perhaps this was what he saw with his own eyes.

"It didn't take long - the time it took for a skilled man to undo a woman's corset - that the dragon roared, spewing smoke from its mouth and buttocks. The next thing it rolled over, tried to fly away but Fall down and stop moving."

"Two people volunteered to run over to test if it was still breathing. One of them was a local gravedigger, and the other was an idiot from the village."

"We later built a small tomb for them, but it looked extremely beautiful."

Geralt knew that the green dragon was still alive, otherwise he would not have formed the current dragon hunting team.

"So, is the green dragon playing dead?"

"exactly."

Dandelion happily replied:
"It's still alive, but too weak to swallow gravediggers and idiots. It just drank their blood and flew up... barely, but it worried everyone. The Every cubit or two the dragon fluttered, it fell with a roar, and then took off again. Sometimes it could only crawl forward on its hind legs. The braver ones followed not far away, and kept it out of sight. The next progress You definitely can't think of it."

"The dragon jumped into a gorge in the Great Kestriel Mountains, not far from the source of the Bula River. It has been hiding in a cave there."

"Dragon nest?"

Geralt understood why so many people gathered here. The treasure in the dragon's lair has always been a legend that everyone knows. Every adventurer, peasant noble, and even the king has heard such a story.

He nodded and said:
"I understand why the soldiers blocked that bridge. Someone wants to monopolize the treasure, and that person is Niedamir of Kankorn."

"That's right." The bard nodded. "The whole of Holopole has been blamed for this. They feel that the dragon's treasure should belong to them, but they dare not openly oppose Niedamir. That king is a young fool." He's only just starting to grow hair on his mouth, but he knows how to be awe-inspiring. Niedamir wants the dragon more than anything, which is why he moves so quickly."

Geralt frowned when he heard that, looked back at the magnificent king's tent, and asked in some puzzlement:

"I don't think a king would go to such lengths to slay a dragon for an illusory treasure!"

"Is there any other reason?"

Dandelion smiled smugly. As a famous poet, he knew more than ordinary people.

"I believe that he is more interested in dragons than treasures. Because you think, Niedamir has been coveting the Principality of Maruel for a long time. After the prince's mysterious death, there is only one princess who has reached the marriageable age. .But the nobles of the Principality of Maruel are not optimistic about Niedamir and other suitors."

"Because they know that the new ruler will definitely reduce their power, and the young princess has soft ears and can't cope with this situation at all. For this reason, the ministers in the court dug out a dusty old prophecy book, It says that the crown and the princess' jade hand belong only to the one who conquers the dragon. They believe this will maintain the status quo, because no dragon has been seen in the surrounding lands for a long time."

"Niedamir didn't care about any prophecy at all. He tried his best to conquer the Principality of Maruel by force, but the news of a dragon haunting Holopole reached his ears, which made him realize that this is a nobleman from Maruer. Great opportunity with nothing to say."

"If he can return to Maruel with the head of the dragon, the people will welcome him like a king sent by the gods, and those powerful and powerful will have no more complaints."

"So, he will definitely look for the dragon like a cat catching a mouse. What's more, the dragon is struggling to crawl now. For Niedamir, this is a god-sent opportunity, and fate is smiling on him. Really hell."

After listening to Dandelion's explanation, Geralt couldn't help frowning, and heaved a sigh of relief. Sure enough, this matter involved politics again, and it was still about the struggle for the throne.

Every few years, this kind of thing always happens on the northern continent. The nobles started a war for their rights, and then left dozens of peasant corpses, leaving a group of orphans and widows, and then attracted a group of monsters.

Geralt was numb to such things.

He beckoned to Dandelion. Yennefer is going to meet the king now, and he doesn't need his guards. He is going to take his fellow poet to drink some wine in the tent.

It was the sorceress' wine.

However, Yennefer has never been stingy with these extraneous things, and it shouldn't be a problem to drink a bottle or two.

At this moment, the king's tent was lifted from the inside, and a tall, proud man dressed as a warrior, wearing a purple velvet tunic and a short jacket decorated with sable fur was driven out.

He still yelled:

"Dragon is an endangered animal. Killing it will only bring disaster to us. Numerous cases have proved this point."

"As a king, you should understand this truth, instead of destroying the balance of nature for personal gain."

Looking at the luxuriously dressed man who was kicked out by the guards, Geralt raised his eyebrows and asked Dandelion:
"Who is this guy? The balance of nature, is it a Druid follower?"

The poet classmate shook his head rather mysteriously, smiled and said:
"This is the magician, Master Dorrigare, and it is because of his help that I can come here without a pass."

(End of this chapter)