Chapter 38

Wayne's generous move immediately aroused the cheers of the onlookers.

After all, the large prize on the table had basically nothing to do with them, but being able to get a free meal of wine and meat, and watch a wonderful gamble, for these civilians in the Middle Ages who were extremely lacking in entertainment, was no less than a grand celebration.

And those ill-intentioned people, seeing Wayne directly take out a quarter of the money on the table to treat the onlookers, and the remaining money was not even enough to be used as a prize, the jealousy and greed in their hearts also dissipated a lot.

The two opposite are legendary witchers. If there is no sufficient benefit, even a fool would not want to face these mutant swordsmen.

The next day, Wayne woke up in the best guest room in the tavern. By the time he came to the first-floor hall, it was almost noon.

He was just about to see if Geralt was also drinking on the first floor, when a voice that was a bit funny but lively and pleasant, as if chanting poetry, broke into his ears.

"Geralt, someone is coming downstairs, hmm, hmm, hmm, is this Mr. Wayne, the youngest witcher of your school?"

"Wow, golden hair, a handsome elf boy, a Gwent master, a legendary witcher."

"In just one night, he became the topic of discussion for everyone in Flotsam. Everyone is discussing his generosity, his good luck, and his unparalleled Gwent skills."

"This is really an excellent material. I want to write it into my poem. It must be very attractive."

"By the way, he doesn't have a nickname yet, right? I also want to think of a loud nickname for him, just like the nickname 'White Wolf' I gave you."

"In the future, this will surely become a legendary title that resounds throughout the Northern Kingdoms."

Hearing this somewhat chattering voice, Wayne subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.

Instantly, he met the eyes of a young man dressed in an exaggerated and flashy way.

He wore a purple hat with bright feathers, colorful noble-style tight clothing, handsome appearance, lively behavior, and a romantic temperament.

Obviously, the two sides didn't know each other at all, but after seeing Wayne, he acted like a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, stood up and waved enthusiastically at him, shouting:

"Come here and sit, Wayne, Geralt and I have been waiting for you for a long time. The big gamble is about to start, come over and have a drink to refresh yourself."

"In the afternoon, I will help you host this grand event."

"It will definitely make this big gamble an unforgettable memory for the residents of Flotsam."

Geralt, sitting beside him, seemed to know the young man's personality very well. Seeing Wayne's slight surprise, he looked at Wayne with a look that said not to be surprised. Although there was no expression on his face, it still revealed a sense of embarrassment.

"Come over and sit, Wayne."

"This is Dandelion, a friend of mine, who just arrived here by boat today."

In fact, without Geralt's introduction, Wayne, who had played the game and read the original work, probably guessed the identity of this young man.

Dandelion, the great poet, speaking of which, this guy is also a legendary figure. Obviously just a poet with no power to tie a chicken, but he seems to have some kind of fate connection with Geralt. They can always meet in various strange ways and then start some strange adventures.

Although he always brings all kinds of trouble to the White Wolf when he is with Geralt, when he is really in danger, Dandelion is an absolutely reliable friend, a good brother who will never betray Geralt.

In the future, "Geralt of Rivia" can be so famous in the North, and the image of the witcher has begun to improve in many people's hearts, which has a lot to do with Dandelion's hard work in publicity.

However, one thing to say, this guy is really very talkative. After Wayne sat opposite him, this guy was like a speaker that would never stop, asking about this and that, then telling his own experiences from time to time, imagining future life, talking about poetry, and pulling about history.

Blah blah, blah blah, from before the meal to after the meal, it didn't stop for several hours.

But Dandelion is also very good at making things happen. He seems to never have stage fright, or rather, he was born to like to attract other people's attention.

After lunch, he took the initiative to jump out and said he wanted to help Wayne host the afternoon gamble, and took out a lute on his own, singing poems in the tavern, while loudly greeting the onlookers waiting around and the participants who wanted to participate in the gamble.

He is a young man with poetic talent, humorous, clear in pronunciation, and very capable of mobilizing the emotions of the masses. The music played is melodious, and the poems chanted are also smooth.

He can also tell a joke from time to time, causing the surrounding residents to laugh heartily.

The residents of Flotsam had never seen such a poet, and they were all attracted by Dandelion's temperament, as if he were the protagonist of this gamble.

Wayne found it very interesting. He looked at Geralt, who was drinking silently beside him, and said with a smile:

"Is this poet always like this? He is an interesting person. If you travel with him, there must be all kinds of fun."

Geralt shrugged, his tone revealing a sense of helplessness.

"More than fun, he is simply a troublesome person."

"I have known him for less than a year, and I have been to jail twice because of him."

"However, he is a friend worth making. He will not have prejudices against us witchers like others. Although he will cause trouble, he will never betray his friends."

Saying that, Geralt took another sip of strong liquor, grinned and breathed out, and said to Wayne:

"After the big gamble today, let's leave here quickly."

"Because of the riot you caused, the mayor of Flotsam already has opinions about us, and he won't even let me accept the contracts on the bulletin board."

"He also secretly threatened me that if we don't get out quickly, he will have the soldiers throw us into jail."

"If you don't want to go to jail with me or become a wanted criminal."

"Then finish the things here as soon as possible and leave here early."

Wayne nodded when he heard this. His purpose was to gain experience for his Gwent level. After finishing the big gamble, his purpose was achieved, and he would not have any more conflicts with the mayor here.

And this incident also reminded him that if he wanted to host such a big gamble with great influence in other places, he should first build a good relationship with the local managers and it is best to report it in advance.

No manager likes troublemakers. If he makes trouble everywhere, he will soon become an unwelcome witcher.

(End of chapter)