The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Wolf faction’s reply

"Several masters are smart people..." Boget pushed his chair away suddenly, stood up, and held the demon hunter's hand. "They should know how to choose. I hope you make the right decision!"

"Now, let's enjoy the wonderful poetry performance together."

Soon, the witcher said goodbye and left.

Before heading to Willy Manor, they had to get an answer from Dandelion.

Geralt promised when he was in Cintra that he would tell Dandelion the results of the Wolf Faction's discussion and then inform everyone in the Snake Faction.

Roy is quite nervous now.

Vesemir, are you willing to invite the Snake Sect as a guest?

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"Hi, friends, I heard Pucilla say you are looking for me?" Dandelion followed the female bard to the three of them, holding a glass of bright red wine.

Roy glanced at the other person. Dandelion, who was born in 1229, was in his early 30s. He was more handsome, mature and elegant than he remembered, almost catching up with him.

Jianzhi is fashionably dressed and exudes the decadent temperament of an artist. He has a cynical smile on his lips and cunning blue eyes. No wonder he is so popular with women.

"Let me guess, the visitor is the famous bard Master Dandelion?" Oakes took the lead in returning a drink, and then excitedly held the poet's right hand.

The smile on Dandelion's face froze. Facing the witcher's hot and aggressive eyes, the warmth and strength in his palms, his heartbeat was beating like a drum and his scalp was numb? "Who is this guy? Is he attracted to me? But he is not my type, and I can't be sorry to Ariel."

He calmly took his hand out and said, "It's me, what do you call me? Have we met before?"

"Dandelion, these three are Oakes, the demon hunters of the Viper School..." Pucilla walked out from behind him and passed her delicate hands over the three of them one by one, "Serrit and Roy."

Three witchers?

Dandelion was startled. He knew the witcher and had a good relationship with him, but he remembered that his friend had always been like a lone wolf with no other school companions around him. When did the witcher become Like the cabbage on the street, grabbing a lot of it?

"Master Dandelion, I have heard of you for a long time. I, Oakes, had the honor to attend the Oxenfurt School of Narrative Poetry and Poetry for a period of time and read your masterpieces "The Age of the Moon" and "The Price of Love"."

"The diction and artistic conception are both outstanding. They are really two masterpieces of poetry that praise the times." Oakes's eyes shone, and he made no secret of his admiration. "I have been thinking about how many years it will take me to reach your level in poetry. With such attainments, I didn’t expect to see you in person today and ask for advice in person.”

"It turns out that the master is a poetry lover. Which of the works do you like?" Dandelion nodded. This was the first time he had seen a witcher who was interested in poetry.

"My favorite is your song "Love". The vivid and beautiful description line by line makes me feel like I am immersed in the scene. To be honest, I am actually a half-hearted poetry lover at best. I study the purpose of poetry. It's not the same as you." Oakes cleared his throat and said in a deep tone, "Master Dandelion, can you tell me a little bit about how to write poetry so that you can be favored by ladies and beauties like you?"

"Pfft...cough, cough..." Dandelion's eyes suddenly widened, and the wine in his mouth sprayed Oakes' face. "Sorry, sorry..."

"It doesn't matter," the latter just wiped away the wine casually, "After tasting Qiqimo's urine, except for wine and blood, all other liquids have the same taste."

"Okay, let's get down to business, stop joking..." Roy forced Oaks back into the seat, and Serrit covered his mouth next to him. "Master Dandelion, although today is the first time we meet, I have heard about your glorious deeds from another friend."

Roy said sincerely, "And today we asked Ms. Pucilla to contact you, and it is also related to that friend..."

Dandelion rolled his eyes a few times and made up his mind, "You mean Geralt, right? He will often mention me? It must not be a good thing." Dandelion shook his head, with a look on his face distrust.

"You and I both know that Bai Lang is a good old man with a cold face and a warm heart. Although he is taciturn on the surface, he has always admired your talent and free and easy demeanor in his heart..." Roy resisted the urge to vomit and drank. The juice from his mouth moistened his throat.

"Then what did he say about me?" Dandelion asked with interest.

"He mentioned that you once caught a flying arrow with your bare hands."

"Haha!" Dandelion suddenly beamed, "This guy believed my words after all!"

"Then have you remembered now, Master Dandelion," Roy pressed while the iron was hot, "Has Geralt contacted you recently and asked you to bring a message to us snake sect demon hunters."

"Snake sect demon hunter, Roy, there is such a thing..." The bard glanced at the snake-shaped pendant around Roy's neck and muttered, "But are you guys here early? I I remember Geralt said the time was near the end of the year, but it’s at least a month early now.”

He muttered a few words and looked around cautiously. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he leaned into the demon hunter's ear and spoke slowly amidst everyone's nervous expressions. "One day half a month ago, Geralt suddenly came to the door and asked me to bring a message to the snake sect demon hunter Roy - the moon of reincarnation is rare in Kelmer..." Dandelion's voice stopped suddenly. No one noticed the guilty look on his face.

The Moon of Reincarnation is a month in the Elven Calendar, that is, December 21st to February 1st in the Gregorian calendar.

As for Kelmore Rare...

Roy could no longer suppress the joy on his face. With these words, the months of painful waiting were worth it.

"So Geralt's teacher, Vesemir, the leader of the Wolf Faction, agrees to meet with us?" Oaks rubbed his chin and thought,

"This is a good start. We need to communicate and negotiate face to face." Seret couldn't hide his excitement, but also felt a little confused. The Snake Faction and the Wolf Faction started talks. He originally thought it was a joke and didn't have much hope at all, but it actually succeeded.

But there is no doubt that everyone in the Wolf Faction wants to make friends at most.

For the time being, they have no hope for the Witcher Brotherhood.

"How to get to Kaer Morhen?" The smile on Roy's face solidified. This ancient sea fortress and the headquarters of the Wolf Faction is located in Kaedwen, in the Blue Mountains. Little-known, the Blue Mountains It's so vast that if you were to scurry around like a headless fly, you would have to look for it for at least several years.

"Master Dandelion, what else did you miss?" Three pairs of wolf-like eyes locked on the bard.

The latter shivered all over, "Uh... don't get excited, don't do anything stupid." Dandelion hid behind Pucilla.

The female bard never figured out what the two parties were discussing, and her beautiful eyes were full of doubts.

"Three masters, please be patient~IndoMTL.com~ Let me ask you questions. Old man, don't hide it, tell me honestly, I will ask the masters to be gentler."

Dandelion rolled his eyes, spread his hands towards the witcher, and said with an embarrassed look, "Actually, this sentence was written on a map, but I accidentally lost the map?"

"What?!"

The three demon hunters stood up together like bloodthirsty beasts after being provoked, and took a step towards the bard. At this juncture, at this juncture, Roy took a deep breath and felt like he was going to explode.

"Where was it thrown?!"

The witcher looked like he wanted to kill someone. Dandelion felt that as long as he dared to say "no", his body would be wiped out. Moreover, he had a hunch that the witchers were not like White Wolf's wooden face. Love chatting with him. He pretended to slap his head and said, "I remembered! The map fell inside my 'dear' house."

"Where is your 'dear' home?"

"I'm not sure which one..." Dandelion puffed up his chest and raised his head as if to show off. He was glared at by the witcher and then quickly shrank, "There are six addresses."