"He came from the north, covered in the dust of history."

"He's a stranger, and the first witcher under the stars."

"The golden dragon was with him and was sent by him, and the marauders were crushed by his sword......

"He's the Dragon Rider, Roger!"

Dandrien sat on the table, flicking the lute in his hand, and the melodious sound resounded throughout the room, but this time his singing voice did not bring a tidal wave of applause.

"Shit, what are you bullshit?!"

Before Dandrion could finish singing, he was interrupted by an angry curse.

"Witchers aren't like that, I remember a lot of stories about witchers, like that guy from Livia......"

"Besides, how can there be a golden dragon in this world? You're exaggerating, is there anyone else who can ride a dragon? Also a witcher? ”

"It's ridiculous!"

The man's taunt elicited a whole bunch of approval, interspersed with several different voices.

"I seem to have heard something like this, it is said that King Nedamir did organize his men to go dragon hunting......"

But soon these two voices were drowned out by the noise around them, and Dandrien smiled awkwardly, and he played so much that his fingers hurt, but he didn't get any of them, so he could only run off the stage in disgrace.

At the tavern window, Roger leaned back in his chair boredly, tilting his head to drink the wine from his glass.

There are few taverns in this world that he can find without water, and gulping is the best way he can find a solution to bad liquor right now.

Dandrion ran over to Roger and sat down, filled the glass in front of him, and moistened his thirsty throat.

"Hell, this is the most satisfying poem I am, what I said is obviously the truth, only a little processing, but they just don't want to believe it!"

"It must be that the people here are stupid." Dandrion gritted his teeth.

"When I leave here and go to the next place, I don't believe this song will not be accepted by everyone."

"I've heard things like that seven times." Roger smiled, his gaze turning from the window to Dandrien.

The latter looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Roger, but it looks like I still need you to help me with tonight's accommodation fee......"

"No problem." Roger waved his hand and looked unconcerned.

Dandrien looked happy, but in the next second, he heard Roger add slowly, "I can help you pay for the room, but you need to figure out the money for the sleeping woman." ”

Dandrien's face turned red, "This is a misunderstanding! He tried to defend himself.

"The woman said she adored me, that she liked my songs, and as an idol, I understood the minds of these women so well, that I might only come to Cape Brimwitch once in my life."

Saying that, he sighed, "This is the only time in her life that she can have such close contact with her idol, I think she is really pitiful......"

"So you slept with her?" Roger couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"We said we were just going to talk about poetry, but she came in and took off her clothes, and now the little girl is so irregular......"

"What's even more excessive is that as soon as the exchange ended, she asked for money when she lifted her pants!"

Dandrion muttered quietly, but seeing that Roger's face did not change at all, she wisely did not continue to talk in detail, looking left and right, pretending to change the topic.

"Hasn't Geralt come back yet?"

"It's really hard to find work here, and it looks like we'll have to continue to live on your handouts."

After saying that, he leaned forward and lowered his voice, "To be honest, I'm really curious, Roger, how much treasure that golden dragon has given you." ”

"Can all the scales on his body be used as gold?"

"Does it matter?" Roger didn't want to get too close to Dandrien and leaned back slightly.

"Anyway, you can't spend it all, so the specific number is naturally meaningless."

Dandrion looked envious, but his criteria for calculating money were very different from others. He would only ask how long the money would live in the most luxurious brothel in Novigre.

At that time, Roger's answer to him was, you can sleep there until you die.

For the whole day after receiving this answer, Dandrion's mind was in a trance, and every time he mentioned him, he was inexplicably excited.

Of course, this time was no exception, but soon Dandrion remembered something else, and he craned his neck to look out the window, and then looked at Roger mysteriously.

"I see it, Roger."

"What do you see?" Roger was confused.

"That night, someone slipped into your room through a window."

"It's Yennefer."

"Oh, what day do you mean?" Roger asked nonchalantly.

"Which day?!" Dandrien's eyes widened.

"Isn't this the first time you've ever been?"

"Geralt lives next door, you do that...... Isn't it ...... you're doing this?"

"Speak well, what are you excited about?" Roger was speechless for a moment.

"I'm excited? Do I have it?! Dandrien's voice rose sharply, and only then did he notice the strange stares of the others around the tavern.

Smiling awkwardly, he calmed his breath, "It's the night we first met you at Ed Kingville." ”

"You rode away that day, and the three of us set off for Povais, and there seems to have been some minor altercation between Ed Kingville, Geralt, and Yennefer."

"As far as I've observed, there's another sorcerer involved, Istride, and according to the people in the city, every once in a while Yennefer comes here to stay for a few months, presumably just to be with this Istride."

Dandrion looked odd, and he seemed to be trying to help Roger remember what happened that night, "Remember?" ”

"It was that night, when I came back a little late, and I saw Yennefer burrow into your room."

"It was a long time before I left."

"You even know when you left?" Roger smiled, "Could it be that this time is also a coincidence?" ”

Dandrion snorted and voluntarily admitted that he had crouched in the corner.

"I know the style of the sorceresses, and I've been persuading Geralt and Yennefer not to get too involved, so I'm out of concern."

"Even if something happens to you, at least don't be so blatant, because Geralt is next door, and although I can't hear anything, the witcher's senses are very keen."

"It's not good."

Dandrion looked upright.

If it weren't for the kind of overexcitement he showed at first, Roger probably would have really believed what he said.

"So you guys, ...... that night"

The fire of gossip burned brightly, and Dandrion felt a myriad of melodies and words jump out of his brain automatically.

A beautiful psalm is about to take shape.

But the next second.

"You mean that day, well, she did come and stayed in my room for a while."

Roger spread his hands.

"But we just chatted and didn't do anything."