"The Demon Hunter and His Hut (

"At night...the sorcerer...chat?!"

Dandrine's eyes gradually widened, "Is this some kind of code word that I don't understand?"

"Similar to the song of ice and fire, eighteen methods of planting seedlings on a hotbed?"

"What nonsense!" Roger looked helpless.

"It's really just chatting. Unlike you think, Geralt is my friend. I also understand the relationship between him and Ye Naifah, so what you think will never happen."

"So you are innocent?" Dandrien still didn't believe it, and even a trace of regret that he didn't hear the gossip flashed in his eyes.

"But if it's just chatting, why would she come to you again and again? What did you say?" Dandrine asked.

Roger smiled but didn't answer. He knocked on the table lightly. At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and Geralt walked in calmly.

"I guess it's correct, it looks like he didn't find a job that he could take."

As soon as he entered the room, Geralt found the position of the two Rogers, and then walked straight over. At this moment, accompanied by the sound of the strings being plucked, the gentle singing sounded throughout the room.

The sensational tavern immediately became quiet.

Roger looked for his voice, and on the stage in the middle of the tavern there was a figure of Miao Man, a girl with a slender figure.

She leaned on her side and put the lute on her thigh, her fingertips beating, and the sound of the piano and singing perfectly blended together.

The girl lowered her head halfway, and the hair hanging from her forehead naughty covering one eye, her facial features were not that kind of thrilling beauty, on the contrary, they were even a little ordinary.

But just such an ordinary face is inlaid with a blue eye that can be described as a star.

At this time, even the most rude people did not dare to speak and destroy the mood at this time, and even the snoring of those who had fallen asleep became much softer.

People stopped their movements, focused their eyes on the center of the stage, and listened quietly.

The tavern seems to be a confined space, and everyone is immersed in their own spiritual world accompanied by singing.

This scene caused Roger to ring the classic Broken Flower in the wizarding world, sung by Pusilla.

If it develops according to time, it should be many years later. Although no one introduced, Roger also recognized the identity of the woman in front of him.

Ash Darwin.

Dandrine is affectionately called Little Eyes, but in fact her eyes can be described as bright stars.

Dandrien has known Ashy since he was a child, and in his heart Ash is like a sister. This is really commendable for a guy like Dandrien who will never let go of a man.

Ashe sang naturally not a broken flower, it was filled with a young girl's yearning for beautiful love.

It wasn't until a long time after the song was finished that there was a wave of applause in the tavern, and then everyone rushed to the stage and took out the coins in their hands contentedly.

Parting the crowd, the girl in blue came over.

"Hi, Dandrien." Her tone was relaxed, her blond hair wiggling slightly with her pace, and the girl occasionally shook her head or breathed at the strand of hair that was hanging down.

Then revealed another gleaming blue eye.

"Hi, little eyes."

"The song just now is really nice, but if you can learn to write songs by yourself instead of deleting and subtracting from other people's tracks, then I should like it better."

"It's not that I behaved too well, but that someone before me was too bad." Ashe squeezed the purse in her hand, revealing a mouthful of white and small teeth.

The two habitually quarreled, and until the end, Ashe stepped forward and hugged Dandrien, "Dear old fool, I am so happy to see you both physically and mentally healthy!"

She blew away the strand of hair and turned to look at Roger, when Geralt walked to the table.

"You should introduce your companions, I can probably guess their identities, um... this must be a famous white wolf, and this..."

"This is the dragon rider in your mouth, Roger!"

She squinted her eyes and laughed, bringing the otherwise ordinary face to life.

"To be honest, you should continue with the previous style, now no one would like to get some legendary things into it!"

"Who said that is a legend!" Dandrian flushed.

"It's okay if no one else believes me, but I must tell you that everything about Roger in my ballad is true!"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Alright, old friend, I have advised you many times to drink less fake wine."

"Look, the retribution is coming?" Ashe shrugged, unwilling to believe a word of the bard.

The four were seated, and Roger called to the tavern maid to refill them with some wine, and then ordered a little dish.

I have to say that although the wine here is mixed with a lot of water, the serving speed is still very fast.

Just as Dandrien guessed, Geralt really failed to find a job that suits him, not because there were too few commissions, but because Geralt had too many principles.

He has emphasized many times that he is a demon hunter, not an executioner.

Several people quickly became familiar. It was obvious that Ashe was more interested in Roger and Geralt, but Geralt was obviously unwilling to reveal the course of many previous missions.

He was especially annoyed that if it hadn't been for Dandrian to get information after being drunk, he would never confide in the fact that Roger was the number one demon hunter.

But Roger obviously has no such worries. In addition, Ashe's character is out of the way, talking with such a girl is easy to make people happy.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was opened again, and Roger did not lift his head, but soon he noticed the strangeness in the air.

Because the noise in the tavern became faint at a speed that could be clearly perceived.

What came in was a tall man who seemed to work often by the sea, his skin was tanned, and he was accompanied by two equally sturdy companions.

Obviously, most people in the tavern knew the man in front of him ~lightnovelpub.net~ and were afraid of his identity.

The visitor looked around, quickly found his goal, and then strode towards the location of Roger and the others.

Almost ignoring the others, he walked straight to Ashe.

"Beautiful Miss Ashe, I am here on behalf of Duke Agroval. The Duke admires your singing voice. In five days, the Duke will hold a banquet in the mansion."

The man bowed slightly and forced an ugly smile.

"We desperately need a master to help this banquet. In order to show our sincerity, Lord Duke is willing to pay double the reward!"

Ashe's pupils shrank slightly, she seemed to be unwilling to see her, but before she opened her mouth to refuse, Dandrien took the initiative to stand up.

"Ahem!"

"How can such a banquet miss me?"

"You must have heard my name, whether it's Redania or Kodwin, I am a guest there."

The man tilted his head, "I don't know what your name is..."

"Dandreen!" The bard took off his hat and made an exaggerated greeting.

"It's you!"

Dandrien raised his head and chest, ready to meet the admiration that followed.

But the next second only heard two cold words.

"No way!"

"Why?" Dandreen cried out strangely. He is very short of money. If he can take this job, he can alleviate the current financial crisis.

"Why can't she do it?!" He continued to ask.

The man glanced at Dandrien, "Because the Duke's mother is still very young, I think he should not want to see someone coming out of his mother's quilt the day after the banquet!"

Dandrien opened his mouth.

Because of similar things, he has done it all the time.