Chapter 151 Couples quarrel, let alone brothers

Whether it is the name or the temperament exuded by the building itself, it makes House in the team reminisce.

House looked at Lann and strode open the shiny door with the other party's consent.

Soon, Rutqin and melodious singing came out from it. A handsome man in a red and purple leather jacket fell on the four girls, humming poems in melancholy. There were also several girls rubbing his calves, tidying up his clothes, and looking at him with ecstasy eyes, eyes like water.

House sniffed: "There are so many people to serve at the same time... this poet is really rich."

A customer who was listening to the song was disturbed by House and made a serious "shhh" gesture to him, perhaps because he was afraid that House would speak up again if he had any doubts. He explained: "That's the poet Dandelion, he never needs to spend money when he comes here!"

House took a breath of cold air, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Dandelion, who was surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan, and was in awe.

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Dandelion, whose full name is "Julian Alfred Pancratz, Viscount de Raythamap", is nicknamed Scarlet Avengers, Prince of Nightingale - these two are joking names.

He was born in a noble family and fell in love with a countess at the age of nineteen and came into contact with poetry. The countess is unknown now, but Dandelion maintained his hobby of poetry creation and gained a world-class reputation in just a few years after graduating from the Cattle Castle. Many nobles respected him very much.

For players, the most commendable thing is his love history: Lane once contacted Dandrien's four girlfriends and a boyfriend within half an hour in order to run a mission.

"Lann, your eyes remind me of one of my friends, I believe you introduced me to me?"

Lane nodded: "A warlock who can turn Geralt from a white wolf into a little white dog."

He was not wearing armor at this moment, but the entourage behind him who had just come from the army could not escape the poet's eyes.

"I heard that you are still alive, which disappointed me,

Lane walked up to the poet.

He suddenly bounced up from the ground and looked at a girl. His voice was no longer melancholy, but instead a force was poured into it.

A few months ago.

Lane continued: "I do know him, I've played a few fights with him, and he's a good opponent."

"Sintra's princess Cialilla is Geralt's unexpected son. I believe you must have heard him mention it." Lane explained with a smile. "Geralt and I met because of this, and he helped me a lot. We are also very close friends. You can trust me."

Lan En and his group quietly entered the house and found a seat for themselves, but for a moment no one had the time to receive them.

Lane couldn't help laughing.

A naughty girl took away the poet's hat and put it on her head, which attracted the girls' struggle in a smirk, but the poet seemed to wake up from a deep sleep.

At this time, the Sintra Kingdom had been in danger for a long time. The battle of Soden Mountain, which sacrificed thirteen warlocks and shocked the northern border, had ended.

Shani, who had been shy and dared not come in, couldn't help but jump in when Dandrien said and shouted, "Dandrien, Mr. Lannister is from Sintra, Geralt you have always mentioned has been there to help him before... Hell, put down the bottle of wine in your hand, I was not kidnapped!"

In the game edit that Lann can't forget, there is a scene where a group of inhuman races were slandered as "treason" and "murder" and Dandelion was considered an elf because he was too handsome and was convicted of "debauchery" among the group of revenge - he was the only one who was true.

Sometimes Lane even thinks that Dandrien's face and sweet words are the most powerful weapon in the Game of Thrones, because he is the one who seduced the Duke of Tosent and pissed Prince Raymond to death, and he almost succeeded in a double-loving relationship with the Duke of Tosent and became Tosent's new prince.

There seems to be some ambiguity in this sentence, which may cause the listener to misunderstand something.

Dandrien breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his body again. With Shani's evidence and the news he had been getting, he felt relieved.

The poet sitting in the rouge sipped his wine from the cups handed over by the girls and asked with a chuckle, "Dandrien...has he owed you money, or has he offended any lady around you?"

The poet lowered his head and muttered: "It must be Dikoscher who asked you to come, that damn intelligence leader - I thought it was Geralt who asked you to come for my help."

Lane nodded and said, "You mean Geralt? He is a powerful warrior."

After complaining for a few words, the poet said to Lane without any hiding, "I have written several poems for Geralt, all about his battles, about our adventures, and about him and Yennefa - I don't know if you know her."

Lane cares a lot: "House and wife both quarrel, but don't they make up soon? The way they get along may be similar."

"Blonde lion eyes, I think you are the lion of Sintra. I have heard those poems about you. To be honest, I don't write very well. If you met me earlier, I promise that your reputation would be much greater than it is now."

House's expression became even more strange after hearing this.

This is the most simple and efficient way to steal the country!

At this moment, the poet's singing was echoing throughout the wooden house, stirring everyone's heartstrings.

"Have we never had a happy time together, looking at me, my husband,

Now I will burn all your memories, and in the future I will only move forward alone.

At this time, the poet had finished his song. After bowing to the audience, the room returned to the atmosphere of powder fragrance.

Dandrien straightened up: "Rions? He's coming to you too?"

Lane said without hiding it, "I encountered a group of Radanian soldiers on a boat in the Delta. They were employed by a warlock named Reines. I was advised that you know about him, so I came to you."

Dandrien suddenly sat upright, looked at the followers brought by Lane and said, "No, the friend I mentioned is not this Geralt. You may have heard my attitude towards him from my song just now, and I wish I could hit him on the head with a Rut."

The poet raised his thumbs up to praise Lane's accurate summary: "I often sang these poems when I was traveling, but once they got me into trouble..."

"Then, I'm Dandelion." Dandelion raised his glass to toast Lane and drank it all. "I'm glad to know you, this one-"

"Lann, Lann Lannister Reanlun, the Earl of Sintra."

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The poet smiled and said, "My friend is a friend, so why did you come to me?"

You can care about your sword and stupid hair, and I will burn all your memories."

Dandrien misunderstood again. A group of expressionless men with a girl can make people imagine in a bad direction.

"I look for Dandelion, the famous poet, singer and writer."

Danderion took his apprentice to hold a concert under the giant oak "Plechris", which has attracted hundreds of tourists. It is called the "land of friendship". The glades under the trees are well-known for travelers' rest and a gathering place for wanderers. The druids have good care of this oak tree and welcome every visitor.

Lane nodded.

Dandrien smiled with satisfaction, as if Lane was praising him.

House looked a little strange and muttered to Lane: "This poet sang... it was not Mr. Geralt? They had a grudge? But why did I hear that they seemed to be good friends?"

Lann shook her head funny: "No."

I survived, but not because of you.”

After the minstrel sang a song, he played the chorus again with the Rut piano, and the tone was only a little higher than the accompaniment of his apprentice. The sound of the piano was elegant, as if a lady's fingers were gently rubbing everyone's ears.

The sudden increase in volume scared the girl, while the poet began to flexibly operate the Lute Qin and began to move around the crowd, causing waves of applause.

Everyone was intoxicated by the afterglow of the piano and singing, and no one spoke.

Until the branches and leaves of the tall oak tree swayed in the wind, breaking the silence around it. A circle of carriages was parked around the ancient oak tree, and a goat tied to the car screamed "ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

The poet stood up and bowed gracefully to the audience.

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