"Go over there, there's an island not far from here, we can go there for the night, and then we'll turn around and head south tomorrow morning when the sun rises!"

"That sounds good." Ash's eyes widened and she looked into the distance, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the island that Roger was talking about.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get moving, I don't want to spend the night at sea, it's scary. ”

Dandrion muttered, "You know? When I'm asleep, I'm most afraid of being woken up, which is why I hate boating. ”

"Because it feels like the woman next to you is reminding you: Hurry up, my husband is back!"

Geralt did not forget to add.

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

This is indeed very much in line with what Dandrion did.

"No need to row over, I'll figure it out."

Roger blew the horn around his neck, the waves were turbulent, and a huge shadow struck, and then the thick tentacles wrapped around the hull.

"Give the boat to this big guy, and we can do it another way."

With a whistle in his mouth, Roger jumped out.

At this moment, a dolphin-like creature broke through the sparkling water.

Roger landed right on the creature's back.

"What are you waiting for, don't you want to try a different kind of sea trip?"

Geralt also jumped out in Roger's way, and Ash looked nervous, but Roger was encouraged by Roger's eyes and jumped off the boat with his eyes closed.

In the end, only the frightened Dandrion remained.

"I don't want to go up ......"

"Good luck then!" Roger didn't force it, he gestured, and the animal under him swam out like a sword.

"See you on the island!"

It took a long time for them to reach the island, which was not far away, and when they reached the vicinity of the island, the sun began to set, and the sun colored the entire surface of the sea.

Ash was excited like a child, dancing and singing, and his emotions were also infectious to Roger and Geralt.

The witcher's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what kind of memories he remembered.

Blue sky, sea.

When they reached the island, the wooden boat arrived first, and when they landed, Roger saw Dandrion lying on the beach.

His face was pale, and his vomit was all over his body, and it looked like he must have been horribly devastated on the way here.

"Let's spend the night here."

Geralt is responsible for chopping wood and surveying the surroundings to see if there are any large animals.

Ash found some branches, wild fruits and vegetables, and Roger dived into the sea to get a big fish.

They didn't have an iron pot, so they replaced it with a sunken stone trough.

As for the issue of starting a fire, naturally there was no need to worry, Geralt released a Ignifa seal.

The flames burned.

As the sun faded and the sky darkened, the bonfires here became the last light on the island.

Ash dances barefoot on the beach as she weaves a wreath for Roger and the others, and Dandrion recovers and pulls out his lute out of nowhere.

He vomited unconscious, but the lute was not damaged in the slightest.

The campfire crackled merrily, and Geralt carefully flipped the venison and fish. He stirred the steaming soup in the stone pot with the peeled pine branches.

It was a farewell dinner, because the next day, Geralt was going to separate from the others and head further south.

Dandrion also didn't know whether he would continue to walk together or choose to separate. In this world, parting is the norm, and sometimes even if you don't know where the road will go, you can only know the result when you set off.

They chatted and laughed together, and Dandrion and Ash had a singing competition.

Geralt lay on the beach, the embers of the campfire beneath the thick sand, which kept his back warm.

With his hands behind his head, he felt like he had never heard such a beautiful voice and a melodious song.

With the smell of cloves and gooseberries in his nose, he thought of Yennefer.

The night is deep, the stars are hanging in the sky, the old day is coming to an end, and in the early hours of the morning it will be Ash's birthday.

Dandrion and Ash sang the famous duet "Cynthia and Wittwin", which is a famous love song.

With the singing, Geralt was the first to fall asleep.

In the dream, he and Yennefer were reconciled, they had their own estate, and even had a common ......

Obviously she didn't drink, but Ash's eyes were hazy, and she leaned on Roger's shoulder, and the smell of verbena burrowed into Roger's nose.

"For you."

Roger took out the Tear of the Sea.

No woman would be unmoved by such a treasure, and Ash was no exception.

"It's so precious...... I ......"

"Such a pearl should be around your neck, but even then it pales in comparison to your eyes."

The pupils of her small eyes shone brightly, and she couldn't control the emotions in her heart anymore, and hugged Roger violently.

Ash's lips were slightly cold from nervousness, but then she exhaled breath so hot that it melted steel.

"It's my birthday, so no one can refuse me."

"But I want another gift more than this pearl!"

"What do you want?"

Ash didn't answer, just hugged Roger tighter.

The girl in front of her was already confused, but Roger's mind was still clear.

It was a good place, but Roger didn't want the lingering between the two to be in Dandrien's ballads.

In a daze, Ash felt as if her body was rising and falling in the clouds, something she had never felt before.

The body is light and fluttering, as if it has a pair of wings inserted.

Fall into the air and fall again.

Finally sanity regained her mind, and Ash came back to her senses from her confusion, and she let out a piercing scream.

The stars in the sky seemed to be within reach, and at the end of the night, she and Roger were embedded in them.

Then she lowered her head, only then did she notice where she was.

It turns out that the feeling just now is not an illusion.

She's flying.

On the back of a dragon.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

The dragon flies extremely fast, but strangely Ash doesn't feel cold.

Roger didn't answer, but his small eyes hugged him tightly.

"If it's a dream, please wake me up later."

Dandrion watched the fainter and fainter light of the fire, and still sat there playing the lute softly.

He watched Roger and Ash rise up on the dragon's back, a smile of relief on his lips.

"May you be happy, little eyes."

He played a few notes, then switched to a calm melody, the lyrics coming out of his head with the music.

The ballad tells the story of a witcher and a poetess.

Dandrion knew that there were very few people who believed in the stories in the ballads, but he didn't care, the ballads were not believable, but moving.

Little did Dandry know at this time that this song would become the best love song of his creative career.

What he also didn't know was that if it weren't for Roger's appearance, everyone would be separated after this separation.

Even more tragic is that four years later, Little Eye will die of the ravages of smallpox in Virgin. It was Dandrien who carried her body and left the cremation pyre outside the city, went into the forest alone, and buried her according to her last wishes.

And many years later, he would meet another girl who looked like little eyes.

She also has a beautiful singing voice and beautiful eyes, and her name is Puccilla.

Fortunately, because of Roger's appearance, all tragedies will not happen.

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