"What happened? Isn't it passable here? ”

The barricade blocked the only passable bridge, and before he could get close to Borch, he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Do you have a pass? If you don't have it, you can't pass. The guard yawned lazily.

"Pass, what's that?" Geralt looked puzzled, but the guard muttered casually, pointing into the distance without looking back.

"Don't ask me, I'm only responsible for checking documents."

The crowd followed his guidance and saw the leader of the guards, and a tall and thin man standing beside him.

He looked groggy, carefully stroking the lute in his hands, and wore a strange fuchsia hat adorned with silver tower buckles and a long egret feather.

While everyone was watching, the owner of the hat also happened to raise his head, revealing a pair of happy blue eyes.

"It's amazing that Geralt was able to meet you here, you don't happen to have a pass, do you?"

"Pass, what do I want that thing for? Dandrien, we were planning to cross the river. ”

Roger stares at this famous bard in the wizarding world, his ability to bard may be praised, but it is his lace news that is even more talked about.

Compared to Geralt's single-mindedness towards sorceresses, Dandrien's hobbies were much more extensive.

Age and race are not an issue, not even gender.

This guy has achieved a true all-age all-species kill, and is an out-and-out LSP, which reminds Roger of his friends in another world.

It's like Henrik's enhanced version with no lower limit.

But it has to be said that Dandrion is indeed a handsome guy.

"You don't know yet, haven't you seen Niedamir, didn't you come to hunt dragons?"

"Dragon, what dragon?" Borch asked with interest.

Then he introduced himself, "I'm Borch, you can call me the Three Jackdaws, and these two ladies are my guards." ”

"And the ......," he said, pausing and gesturing to Roger, who was standing beside Geralt.

"It's Roger, the Dragon Rider, and he's Geralt's companion." There was clearly a lot of amusement in his tone when he said this.

Dandrien rolled his eyes and looked at Roger carefully, then he straightened his chest, "I'm Dandrien, huh...... Known as "Brave and Invincible",...... That's what most young ladies call me. ”

This is obviously a title he casually made up if he didn't want to weaken his momentum.

"Getting to the point."

Geralt impatiently interrupted Dandrien, knowing that his friend could talk about the end of the world if left unchecked.

Later, under Dandrien's introduction, everyone learned what happened.

A wounded dragon ran into a nearby mountain range, and the matter also involved the politics of Nedamir and the surrounding countries.

Therefore, the dragon represented not only wealth, but also became the inevitable target of Nedamir, so he blocked the path and gathered the population, intending to hold a vigorous dragon slaying operation.

After all, before flying away, the green dragon had already been injured, and it seemed that it would die at any moment!

"It's none of our business, we don't hunt dragons."

After figuring out what was going on, Geralt planned to take a detour out of the place, which would be a waste of time, but at least it would save a lot of trouble.

Roger seemed to have no opinion, and at some point there was an extra figure beside him.

It was Dandrion.

"You're a witcher too?" Dandrien had known Geralt for many years, and he had heard of many of Geralt's friends.

"New friends." Roger nodded.

"Great, your story is sure to inspire me, and I can't wait to hear it."

Dandrion danced exaggeratedly, "And your title, Dragon Rider, how did it come about?" ”

"Have you tamed a dragon and made it your mount, or have you ...... This word has a deeper meaning. ”

Roger blinked, and it had to be said that in some ways, Dandrion did have invincible judgment.

At this time, Borch and the others seemed to have completed the negotiations, and Roger saw the money bag and the smile on his face as the leader of the guards, but in contrast, it was Geralt's gloomy face.

Soon he was with Roger.

"Something has happened, Roger, I'm afraid I can't continue to Povais, I'm going to stay and have a look, because ......" Geralt said again.

"You're interested in dragons?" Borch asked, apparently hearing Geralt as well.

"No, it's not." Geralt mumbled.

"I know why, what else in this world can make a man haunted by his dreams?" Dandrion said as he stroked the lute in his hand.

"Oh......" everyone looked at each other and smiled.

It was Yennefer, Geralt must have gotten news of her.

"It's okay, we'll separate when we get to the fork in the road." Roger didn't care.

"Aren't you interested in a dragon?" Borch asked, confused.

Roger didn't speak, but handed the other a meaningful look.

"Well, anyway, at least let us through here first."

The group walked through the wooden bridge and soon came to a camp.

Sitting beside the fire were several stout dwarves, one of whom was exceptionally strong, looking like an old oak tree that was more than a thousand years old.

Seeing Roger and the others from a distance, he was the first to speak, "Come and sit down, you look at least decent compared to the other guys who were sent to death." ”

"Famous Geralt, what are you doing here? I remember that dragon hunting wasn't your forte. ”

Roger pursed his lips and didn't reply, he looked around, but he didn't find the familiar figure at the other fires.

But the smell of cloves and gooseberries in the air told him that she was here.

"See what I see?"

"A strange witcher, this is really a strange place, not only the legendary dragon, but even the witchers appear in pairs."

"If you want me to say that dealing with that big reptile is not your strong point, professional things should be left to professional people to do, we took the commission, then we will never easily share the results of the battle with anyone."

Apparently he was worried that the appearance of Roger and the others would dilute their profits.

"If you want to get involved, even if Nedamir agrees, then at least you should cooperate with us......"

"Alright, Bucht." It was another dwarf who spoke, and he was the leader of the group, Yarpan Zigrin.

"This is the middle of nowhere, maybe we'll meet other monsters along the way, and then the witchers will have a chance to make a move."

He seemed to be dissuading, but he obviously didn't want Roger and the others to interfere in dragon hunting.

"You mean let us do your bidding?" Roger raised an eyebrow.

"This is the best way to avoid conflict and bloodshed." Buhut bared his teeth, and the other dwarves grinned viciously.