"Evening ...... Sorceress ...... Chat?! ”

Dandrien's eyes widened, "Is this some kind of code word I don't understand?" ”

"Similar to a song of ice and fire, eighteen ways to plant rice in a hotbed?"

"What nonsense!" Roger looked helpless.

"It's really just a chat, it's not like you think, Geralt is my friend, and I understand the relationship between him and Yennefer, so what you think won't happen at all."

"So you're innocent of each other?" Dandrion still looked incredulous, and there was even a hint of regret in his eyes that he hadn't heard the gossip.

"But if it's just a chat, why does she find you three times and so on? What exactly did you say? Dandrion asked.

Roger smiled but didn't answer, and tapped lightly on the table, just as the door to the tavern was pushed open, and Geralt walked in with a calm face.

"I guessed right, it looks like he didn't find a job to take."

As soon as he entered the room, Geralt found the location of Roger and the others, and walked straight over, and at that moment the sound of the strings being plucked was heard, and the melodious singing resounded throughout the room.

The tavern, which was sensational in an instant, immediately became quiet.

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

She leaned sideways and held the lute on her lap, her fingertips beating, and the sound of the piano blended perfectly with the singing.

The girl half-bowed her head, the hair hanging down from her forehead mischievously blocked one eye, her facial features were not that thrilling beauty, on the contrary, even a little ordinary.

But it is on such an ordinary face that 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 mood of this time, and even the snoring of those who had fallen 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 be a confined space, where everyone is immersed in their own spiritual world accompanied by singing.

This scene caused Roger to play the classic Broken Flower song from the wizarding world, sung by Psila.

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

Ash Daven.

Dandrion affectionately called Little Eyes, but in fact her eyes can be described as bright as stars.

Dandrien has known Ash since he was a child, and in his heart Ash is a sister-like existence, which is really valuable for a guy like Dandrien who won't even let a man go.

Ash's singing is naturally not a broken flower, it is full of a girl's yearning for beautiful love.

It wasn't until long after the song had finished that the tavern burst into applause, and then everyone rushed to the stage, contentedly pulling out the coins in their hands.

Parting the crowd, the girl in blue walked over.

"Hi Dandrien." Her tone was relaxed, her blonde hair swaying slightly with her steps, and the girl occasionally shook her head habitually or blew on the strands of hair that had fallen down.

Then another sparkling blue eye was revealed.

"Hey, little eyes."

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

"It's not that I'm too good, it's that someone before me is too bad." Ash flipped the money bag in his hand, revealing a mouthful of small, white teeth.

The two habitually quarreled until the end, when Ash stepped forward and hugged Dandrien, "Dear old fool, I am so happy to see you so healthy physically and mentally!" ”

She blew away the strand 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 who they are, huh...... This must be the famous white wolf, and this ......"

"This is what you call the Dragon Rider, Roger!"

She squinted her eyes and laughed, bringing to life what had been a somewhat ordinary looking face.

"Honestly, you really should continue with the old style, no one will like to stuff some legendary stuff in now!"

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

"It's okay if no one else believes me, but I have to tell you that everything about Roger is true in my ballads!"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

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

"Look, retribution is coming?" Ash shrugged, not believing a word of the bard's words.

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

I have to say that although the wine here is mixed with a lot of water, the speed of serving is still very fast.

Just as Dandrion guessed, Geralt really failed to find a job that suited him, not because there were too few corresponding commissions, but because Geralt had too many principles of his own.

He had emphasized many times that he was a witcher, not an executioner.

The group quickly became acquainted, and it was clear that Ash was more interested in Roger and Geralt, but Geralt was clearly reluctant to reveal many of his previous missions.

He was especially annoyed, if it weren't for the drunken and then deceived by Dandrien, he would never have confided a word about Roger being the number one witcher.

But Roger obviously doesn't have this concern, and Ash's personality is out-of-the-box, and it's easy to be happy to talk to such a girl.

Just then the door to the tavern was opened again, and Roger didn't look up, but soon he noticed something strange in the air.

Because the noise in the tavern became faint at a perceptible rate.

In came a tall man, who seemed to work regularly by the sea, with tanned skin, and was accompanied by two equally stout companions.

It was clear that most of the 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 the location of Roger and the others.

Almost ignoring the others, he walked straight to Ash's side.

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

The man leaned slightly and squeezed out an ugly smile.

"We urgently need a master to cheer up this banquet, and in order to show our sincerity, the Duke is willing to pay double the reward!"

Ash's pupils shrank slightly, and it could be seen that she didn't seem to be willing, but before she could open her mouth to refuse, Dandrien took the initiative to stand up.

"Ahem!"

"How can such a banquet be without me?"

"You must have heard my name, whether it's Redania or Kodwin, I'm the guest of honor there."

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

"Dandrien!" The bard removed his hat and made an exaggerated greeting.

"It's you!"

Dandrion held his head high, ready for the compliments that followed.

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

"No way!"

"Why?" Dandrion screamed, he was short of money, and if he could take this job, he could alleviate the current financial crisis.

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

The man glanced at Dandrien, "Because the Duke's mother is still very young, I don't think he should want to see someone come out of his mother's quilt the day after the banquet!" ”

Dandrion opened his mouth.

Because he did not do anything like this before.