Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 38 Dandelion

Wayne's generous act immediately drew cheers from the crowd.

After all, the large sum of money on the table had little to do with them, but being able to get a free meal and watch an exciting gambling game was no less than a grand celebration for these commoners living in the Middle Ages, who had extremely limited entertainment options.

Those with ill intentions, seeing Wayne take out a quarter of the coins on the table to treat the onlookers, with the remaining coins not even enough for a prize, felt their jealousy and greed dissipate considerably.

The two opposite are legendary witchers. Even a fool wouldn't want to face these mutant swordsmen without sufficient benefits.

The next day, Wayne woke up in the best room in the tavern, and by the time he came to the lobby on the first floor, it was almost noon.

He was just wondering if Geralt was also drinking downstairs when a voice, somewhat comical yet melodious and clear, like the recitation of poetry, entered his ears.

"Geralt, someone's coming downstairs. Hmm, is this Mr. Wayne, the youngest Witcher in your school?"

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

"In just one night, he became the talk of the town, with everyone talking about his generosity, his good luck, and his unparalleled Gwent skills."

"This is excellent material; I'm going to incorporate it into my poetry. It's sure to be very appealing."

"By the way, he doesn't have a nickname yet, right? I need to think of a catchy one for him, like the nickname I gave you, 'White Wolf.'"

"In the future, this will surely become a legendary title, resounding throughout the entire Northern Kingdom."

Hearing the somewhat incessant voice, Wayne instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.

He instantly made eye contact with a young man dressed in an exaggerated and flamboyant manner.

He wore a purple hat adorned with brightly colored feathers, and a colorful, aristocratic-style fitted outfit. He was handsome, had a free-spirited manner, and possessed a romantic air.

Even though they were complete strangers, upon seeing Wayne, he acted like a long-lost friend, standing up to wave enthusiastically and call out:

"Come sit here, Wayne. Geralt and I have been waiting for you. The big game is about to start. Come on over and have a drink to perk you up."

"I'll come this afternoon to help you organize this grand event."

"This grand gamble will surely become an unforgettable memory for the residents of Fugang."

Geralt, sitting next to him, seemed to know the young man's personality very well. Seeing the slight surprise on Wayne's face, he looked at Wayne with an expression that said, "Don't be surprised." Although his face was expressionless, it still revealed a sense of embarrassment.

"Come and sit down, Wayne."

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

Even without Geralt's introduction, Wayne, who had played the game and read the original book, could probably guess the young man's identity.

Dandelion, the great poet, is a legendary figure. Despite being a poet with no physical strength, he seems to have some kind of fateful connection with Geralt. They always seem to meet in strange ways and then embark on some bizarre adventures.

Although he always caused Geralt all sorts of trouble when he was with him, Dandelion was an absolutely reliable friend and a good brother who would never betray Geralt when they were in real danger.

In the future, the fact that "Geralt of Rivia" became so famous in the North and the image of the Witcher began to improve in the minds of many people was inseparable from Dandelion's vigorous promotion.

To be fair, this guy was incredibly talkative. Once Wayne sat down across from him, he was like a megaphone that never stopped, asking questions about this and that, occasionally recounting his experiences, dreaming about the future, discussing poetry, and rambling on about history.

They talked and talked for hours, from before the meal to after the meal.

But Dandelion is also very good at creating trouble. He never seems to be intimidated, or perhaps he has a natural talent for attracting attention.

After lunch, he volunteered to help Wayne organize the afternoon's gambling game. He then took out a lute and began singing hymns in the tavern while loudly calling out to the onlookers and those who wanted to participate in the game.

He was a young man with great poetic talent, witty and humorous, with clear pronunciation, and he was very good at stirring the emotions of the crowd. The music he played was melodious and pleasant to listen to, and the poems he sang were also graceful and fluent.

He could also tell a joke from time to time, making the surrounding residents laugh heartily.

The residents of the floating harbor had never seen a poet like this before, and they were all drawn to Dandelion's charisma, as if he were the protagonist of this gamble.

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

"Has this poet always been like this? He's quite an interesting person; traveling with him would certainly be a lot of fun."

Geralt shrugged, his tone revealing a sense of helplessness.

"He's more than just fun; he's a real pain."

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

"However, he is a friend worth having. Unlike others, he doesn't have prejudices against us witchers. Although he can cause trouble, he would never betray a friend."

With that, Geralt took another swig of strong liquor, grinned, and exhaled a puff of stale air before speaking to Wayne:

"Let's get out of here as soon as we finish this big betting game."

"Because of the riots you caused, the mayor of Fugang has a lot of complaints about us, and he won't even let me take on the commissions listed in the notices."

"He also secretly threatened me that if we didn't get out of here quickly, he would have the soldiers arrest us and put us in jail."

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

"Then let's get things sorted out here as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this. His goal was to gain experience in Gwent, and once the big gambling game was over, he would have achieved his objective and would no longer have any conflicts with the town mayor.

This incident also reminded him that if he wanted to hold such a high-profile gambling event in other places, he should first cultivate good relations with the local authorities and, ideally, report it in advance.

No manager likes troublemakers, and if someone keeps causing trouble, he will quickly become an unpopular witcher.

(End of this chapter)