Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

The next morning, when Geralt came out of the tent he was originally assigned to, he happened to see a new person join the dragon hunting team.

One of them wore a strange mauve hat decorated with silver buckles and a long egret feather that hung down over his eyes. Geralt recognized the hat and the feather, so famous in Buina and Eruga, known in all the mansions, castles, inns, taverns and brothels - especially the brothels.

"Dandelion, why are you here?"

"Geralt!"

A pair of cheerful blue eyes appeared under the hat, "What a surprise! Is it really you? Are you here to slay the dragon too?"

Geralt did not answer this question, but frowned at the poet classmate and asked:

"A month and a half ago, when we separated in Vizima City, didn't you say you were going to Oxenford College?"

"This place is hundreds of miles away from the academy. Why are you here?"

The poet classmate was about to explain when he suddenly saw Yennefer coming out of the tent. He seemed to understand something immediately. He first bowed to the beautiful sorceress and made a gentleman's salute, then raised his head and winked at Geralt. ,road:

"Oh my god, Geralt, I know why you're here."

"Have you reconciled? Did you sleep together last night? Has Ms. Yennefer forgive you?"

Upon hearing these three questions, Yennefer glanced at Dandelion expressionlessly, raised her finger slightly, and the poet classmate covered her throat and coughed violently.

The sorceress glared at Geralt, then left with graceful steps and headed for the king's tent.

It wasn't until the sorceress left that Dandelion's expression began to improve. Then he walked to Geralt with lingering fear, patted his shoulder, looked at him with sympathy, and said:

"Ms. Yennefer still has such a good character. Sorceresses are indeed not something ordinary people can bear. Only you demon hunters can bear their love, just like Wayne."

"By the way, is our Wayne here too? Is he also in some sorceress's tent?"

Geralt looked at Dandelion, who was unrepentant and talkative, with a pained face.

Thinking of being turned into a guard dog by Yennefer and staying in a tent all night last night, he knew that he must not let his fellow poet know about this, otherwise, he would definitely laugh at him for a whole year, or even several years.

So he quickly changed the subject and asked:

"You haven't said yet why you are not in the academy, but in Holobor."

Mentioning this, Dandelion raised his head quite proudly, raised his mustache and said:

"Don't even look at who I am. I am the most talented minstrel and poet of this century. It only took me less than a month to complete all the studies in the first half of the year, get the credits, and then My creative journey has begun again.”

"A week ago, I heard the news and rushed to Holobor. Originally, I would set out with the king to record the entire story of hunting the dragon and compile it into a poem that would be handed down from generation to generation. The girls sang for me.”

"But unexpectedly, a beautiful little widow came to me the day before departure and asked me to help her solve her difficulties. When I woke up from her bed the next day, the sun had already started to set."

"The widow was so enthusiastic that she made me miss the time to meet the king. The young king didn't wait for me. And when I wanted to rush over by myself, I was actually stopped outside the bridge by the big-headed soldier, saying You are not allowed to pass without a pass."

At this point, Dandelion shook his head and said in a tone that sounded like the other party didn't understand:

"What a stupid head. He almost made the greatest poet of this century miss this dragon-slaying event. Is this kind of character the kind of difficult imp that appears in every story?"

Listening to the poet classmate Balabala talking a lot of nonsense, Geralt looked helpless, but he had no choice. Dandelion was such a person, his mouth was his weapon, and once he started, he couldn't stop at all.

But Geralt didn't hate this feeling. For an unpopular person like him, it felt good to have a friend like Dandelion who was full of enthusiasm.

"So you know the whole story very well?"

"About the green dragon, and why would a king be involved in this?"

Although it had been a day since he arrived at the dragon hunting camp, Geralt didn't get much information from anyone. He was sold to Yennefer by Wayne as a guard, and he only knew that his target was a green dragon. He was also injured, but nothing else is known about the situation.

Dandelion raised his eyebrows, laughed, patted his chest, and said:

"Don't look at who I am. I am a great poet and minstrel. As long as there is any major event in the Northern Kingdom, I will be there as soon as possible."

"And every major event will become my work, accompanied by my singing, spreading my fame to everyone's ears."

Geralt couldn't stand Dandelion's nonsense. He patted his fellow poet on the shoulder and said:

"Hurry up and get down to business, stop talking nonsense."

Seeing that Geralt was getting impatient, Dandelion gave up the idea of ​​playing the lute and said briefly:

"The thing is very simple. About a week ago, a dragon landed outside the city of Holopol. Its body was as big as three horses. It pounced directly on the shepherd's sheep from the air. After scaring the shepherd away, it ate Four sheep were lost, several more were killed, and they flew away with the carcasses of several sheep.”

"flew away……"

Geralt nodded.

"That's it? What happens next?"

"of course not."

"The next morning it came back again, this time closer to the city. It swooped down and pounced on the washerwomen on the banks of the Bra River. My friends, they ran away in terror! I have never seen anything so funny in my life. scene. The dragon circled twice over the city of Holopole, then flew to a nearby pasture to attack the sheep."

"What panic and chaos it caused! Remember, no one even believed the shepherd's words the day before... The mayor began to mobilize the militia and guilds in the city, but before he could organize his men, the people relied on their own Strength settled the matter.”

Geralt frowned. He didn't believe that ordinary people could deal with a dragon flying in the sky.

"How to solve it?"

"Using a very common method. A shoemaker named Kozoyed came up with a trick. They killed a sheep and stuffed the sheep's belly with hemlock, belladonna, poison hemlock, sulfur and shoemaker's Resin. To be on the safe side, the local pharmacist also added two quarts of boiled potion on his own initiative, and then asked the priest of Cliff Temple to bless the sacrifice."

"Then they tied the sheep to wooden stakes and put them into the flock. To be honest, no one believed that the dragon would choose this smelly dead sheep among a thousand sheep, but the result was unexpected. To everyone’s surprise. The other sheep were alive and well, but this one was swallowed along with the stake.”

Dandelion spoke in such detail that he might have seen it with his own eyes.

"It wasn't long before the skilled men were able to undo the women's corsets that the dragon began to roar, puffing smoke from its mouth and buttocks. Then it rolled over and tried to fly away, but Fall down and don’t move again.”

"Two people volunteered to run over and test whether it was still breathing. One of them was a local gravedigger and the other was an idiot in the village."

"We later built a small but very beautiful tomb for them."

Geralt knew that the green dragon was still alive, otherwise he would not have established the current dragon hunting team.

"So, the green dragon is pretending to be dead?"

"exactly."

Dandelion replied cheerfully:

"It was still alive, but too weak to swallow the gravediggers and idiots. It just drank their blood, and then flew... Although it flew reluctantly, it still worried everyone. That one Every time the dragon flutters a cubit or two, it roars down, then takes off again. Sometimes it can only crawl forward on its hind legs. The braver ones follow not far away to keep it out of sight. What happens next You won’t think of it.”

"The dragon jumped into a gorge in the Great Kestrel Mountains, not far from the source of the Bra River. It has been hiding in a cave there."

"Dragon's Nest?"

Geralt understood why so many people gathered here. The treasure in the dragon's lair has always been a legend known to everyone. Every adventurer, farmer, noble, and even king has heard such stories.

He nodded and said:

"I understand why the soldiers blocked the bridge. Someone wants to keep the treasure for themselves, and that person is Niedamir of Cangonen."

"That's right." The bard nodded, "The whole Holopole was in trouble because of this. They felt that the dragon's treasure should belong to them, but they didn't dare to openly oppose Niedamir. That king was a young fool. Egg, who was just beginning to grow hair on his mouth, but he knew how to awe people. Niedamir wanted the dragon more than anything, which is why he moved so quickly."

Geralt frowned when he heard this, looked back at the gorgeous king's tent, and asked with some confusion:

"I don't think a king would go to great lengths to slay a dragon himself just for an illusory treasure!"

"Is there any other reason?"

Dandelion smiled proudly. As a famous poet, he knew more about the situation than ordinary people.

"I believe that he is more interested in dragons than treasures. Because if you think about it, Niedamir has been coveting the Duchy of Malur for a long time. After the prince of the duchy died mysteriously, there was only one princess left who was of marriageable age. . But the powerful people in the Principality of Malur are not optimistic about Niedamir and other suitors."

"Because they knew that the new people in power would definitely reduce their power, and the young princess was soft-eared and could not cope with this situation. For this reason, the ministers in the palace dug out an old prophecy book that was gathering dust, It says that the crown and the princess’s jade hands only belong to the one who conquers the dragon. They believe that this will maintain the status quo, because no one has seen a dragon in the surrounding area for a long time.”

"Niedamir didn't care about the prophecies at all. He tried his best to conquer the Principality of Malur by force, but the news that there was a dragon in Holopole reached his ears, making him realize that this was a nobleman of Malur. What a great opportunity to have nothing to say.”

"If he can bring the dragon's head back to Maliul with great swagger, people will welcome him like a king sent by the gods, and those powerful people will no longer complain."

"So, he will definitely look for the dragon like a cat looking for a mouse. What's more, the dragon is struggling to even crawl now. For Niedamir, this is a God-given opportunity, and fate is smiling on him. It's true. Damn it."

After listening to Dandelion's explanation, Geralt couldn't help but frown and let out a breath. As expected, this matter involved politics again, and it was still about the fight for the throne.

Every few years, this kind of thing always happens on the northern continent. The nobles start a war for power, and then leave dozens of corpses of peasants, leaving a group of orphans and widows, and then attract a group of monsters.

Geralt was already numb to such things.

He waved to Dandelion. Now that Yennefer was going to meet the king, he did not need his escort. He was going to take his fellow poet to the tent for a drink.

That's the sorceress's wine.

However, Yennefer has never been stingy with these external things, so drinking one or two bottles should be fine.

At this moment, the king's tent was opened from the inside, and a tall, proud man dressed as a warrior, wearing a purple velvet tunic and a short jacket decorated with sable fur was driven out.

He was still shouting:

"Dragon is an endangered animal. Killing it will only bring disaster to us. Countless examples have proved this."

"As a king, you should understand this truth and not destroy the balance of nature for personal gain."

Looking at this man who was dressed luxuriously but was driven out by the guards, Geralt raised his eyebrows and asked Dandelion:

"Who is this guy? The balance of nature, is he a follower of Druid?"

The poet classmate shook his head mysteriously, smiled and said:

"This is the magician, Master Dorregaray. It is because of his help that I can come here without a pass."