Chapter 14 Small Eyes

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"At night...the sorceress...chatting?!"

Dandelion's eyes gradually widened, "Is this some kind of code word that I don't understand?"

"Similar to A Song of Ice and Fire, eighteen methods of planting rice on the hotbed?"

"What nonsense!" Roger said helplessly.

"It's really just a chat, unlike what you think, Geralt is my friend, and I also understand the relationship between him and Yennefer, so what you think will never happen."

"So you are innocent?" Dandelion still refused to believe it, and even a trace of regret for not hearing the gossip flashed in his eyes.

"But if it's just for chatting, why does she come to you again and again? What did you guys say?" Dandelion asked.

Roger smiled but didn't answer, and knocked lightly on the table. At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and Geralt walked in with a calm face.

"I'm right, it looks like he hasn't found a job he can take."

As soon as he entered the room, Geralt found the location of the two Rogers, and walked straight over. At this moment, accompanied by the sound of strings being plucked, a melodious singing sounded throughout the room.

The tavern, which was buzzing for a moment, immediately became quiet.

Roger looked for the sound, and on the stage in the center of the tavern, there was a Miaoman figure, it was a slender girl.

She turned sideways, resting the lute on her lap, dancing with her fingertips, and the sound of the lute blended perfectly with the singing.

The girl lowered her head halfway, and the hair hanging from her forehead mischievously blocked one eye. Her facial features were not that thrillingly beautiful, on the contrary they were even a little ordinary.

But on such an ordinary face, there is a blue eye that can be described as a star.

At this time, even the rudest people did not dare to open their mouths to spoil the artistic conception at this time, and even the snoring of those who fell asleep became much softer.

People stopped what they were doing, turned their eyes to the center of the stage, and listened quietly.

The tavern seems to have become a closed space, and everyone is immersed in their own spiritual world accompanied by singing.

This scene made Roger sound the classic Broken Flower in the wizarding world, sung by Priscilla.

If it develops according to time, it should be many years later. Although no one introduced it, Roger also recognized the identity of the woman in front of him.

Ash Davin.

Dandelion affectionately calls her small eyes, but in fact her eyes can be described as shining like stars.

Dandelion has known Ashe since he was a child, and in his heart Ashe is like a younger sister, which is really rare for a guy like Dandelion who would never let a man go.

Naturally, what Ash sang was not Broken Flower, it was full of a young girl's longing for beautiful love.

It was not until a long time after the song was over that there was a flood of applause from the tavern, and then everyone rushed to the stage and took out the coins in their hands contentedly.

Parting the crowd, the girl in blue came over.

"Hi, Dandelion." Her tone was relaxed, her blond hair swayed slightly with her steps, and the girl would occasionally habitually shake her head or blow on the hanging hair.

Then revealed another sparkling blue eye.

"Hi, little eyes."

"That song just now is really beautiful, but if you can learn to write your own songs instead of cutting and deleting from other people's tracks, then I should like it more."

"It's not that I performed too well, but that someone before me was too bad." Ashe weighed the purse in his hand, revealing a mouthful of white and small teeth.

The two bickered habitually, until finally, Ashe stepped forward and hugged Dandelion, "Dear old fool, I am so happy to see that you are so healthy physically and mentally!"

She blew away the strands of hair and turned to look at Roger as Geralt walked over to the table.

"It's time for you to introduce your companions,

I can probably guess their identities, um... this one must be the famous white wolf, and this one..."

"This is the Dragon Rider you speak of, Roger!"

She squinted her eyes and smiled, bringing life to an otherwise ordinary face.

"To be honest, you should really continue with the previous style. No one will like it if you put some legendary stuff in it now!"

"Who said it was a legend!" Dandelion blushed.

"It's okay that other people don't believe me, but I gotta tell you, everything about Roger in my ballad is true!"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Okay, old friend, I have advised you many times to drink less fake wine."

"Look, retribution is coming?" Ashe shrugged, unwilling to believe a word of the bard's words.

The four sat down, and Roger called the tavern maid to refill some wine for them, and then ordered a little food.

I have to say that although the wine here is a little watery, the food is served very quickly.

As Dandelion guessed, Geralt really failed to find a job that suited him, not because there were too few commissions, but because Geralt had too many principles.

He has emphasized many times that he is a demon hunter, not an executioner.

The few people quickly became acquainted, and it was obvious that Ashe was more interested in Roger and Geralt, but Geralt was obviously unwilling to disclose many previous missions.

He was particularly annoyed, if Dandelion hadn't set him up for information after he was drunk, he would never have said a word about Roger being the number one witcher.

But Roger obviously doesn't have this concern. In addition, Ashe's personality is out of character, and talking with such a girl can easily make people feel happy.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was opened again, and Roger didn't raise his head, but soon he noticed something strange in the air.

Because the noise in the tavern became weaker at a speed that could be clearly perceived.

What came in was a tall man who seemed to have often worked by the sea, his skin was tanned, and he was accompanied by two equally stout companions.

Obviously, most people in the tavern knew the man in front of them and were afraid of his identity.

The visitor looked around, quickly found his target, and then strode towards where Roger and the others were.

Almost ignoring the others, he walked right up to Ashe.

"Beautiful Miss Ashe, I am here on behalf of Duke Agroval. The Duke admires your singing voice. In five days, the Duke will hold a banquet in the mansion."

The man bowed slightly and squeezed out an ugly smile.

"We urgently need a master to add to the fun of this banquet. To show our sincerity, His Excellency the Duke is willing to pay double the reward!"

Ashe's pupils shrank slightly, and it could be seen that she didn't want to, but before she opened her mouth to refuse, Dandelion took the initiative to stand up.

"Ahem!"

"How can such a banquet be without me?"

"You must have heard my name, whether it is Redania or Kaedwen, I am a guest there."

The man turned his head, "I don't know your name is..."

"Dandrian!" The bard took off his hat and made an exaggerated salute.

"It's you!"

Dandelion held his head up, ready for the ensuing compliment.

But in the next second, only two cold words were heard.

"no!"

"Why?" Dandelion groaned strangely. He was very short of money. If he could take this job, he could alleviate the current financial crisis.

"Why can't she do it?!" He continued to ask.

The man glanced at Dandelion, "Because the Duke's mother is still very young, I think he would not want to see someone get out of his mother's quilt the day after the banquet!"

Dandelion opened his mouth.

Because he has done a lot of similar things.