Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 859

Chapter 13-We are innocent

“He came from the north, clothed in the dust of history.”

“He is a stranger and the first demon hunter under the stars.”

“Golden Dragon is with him and is sent by him, and the predators are also breaking their halberds and sinking sand under the sword in his hand…”

“He is the dragon rider, Roger!”

Dandrine was sitting on the stage, flicking the lute in his hand, and the melodious voice rang throughout the room, but this time his singing voice did not bring waves of applause.

“Shit, what are you talking about?!”

Before Dandreen finished singing, he was interrupted by an angry curse.

“This is not the case with the Demon Hunter. I remember many stories about the Demon Hunter, such as the guy from Livia…”

“Furthermore, where is there a golden dragon in this world? You are too exaggerated. There are still people who can ride a dragon? Also, a demon hunter?”

“This is ridiculous!”

The man’s mockery evoked a lot of approval, mixed with several different voices.

“I seem to have heard something similar. It is said that King Netamir did organize men to hunt dragons…”

But soon these two voices were overwhelmed by the noise around him, and Dandrien smiled awkwardly. His fingers hurt, but he didn’t get any of them, so he could only run down the stage dingyly.

By the window of the tavern, Roger leaned in a chair boredly, and drank all the wine in his glass with his head up.

In this world, he can hardly find a tavern that is not mixed with water, and he can find the best way to solve the bad wine now.

Dandrien ran to Roger and sat down, filled the glass in front of him, and moisturized his thirsty throat.

“Damn it, this is the poem I am most satisfied with. What I said is all true, only a little bit of processing, but they just don’t want to believe it!”

“The people here must be stupid.” Dandrien gritted his teeth.

“When I leave here and go to the next place, I don’t believe that this song will not get everyone’s approval.”

“I’ve heard similar words seven times.” Roger smiled, his eyes turned from the window to Dandrien.

The latter looked embarrassed, “I’m sorry, Roger, but it looks like you still need to help me with the accommodation fee tonight…”

“No problem.” Roger waved his hand indifferently.

Dandrien looked happy, but in the next second he heard Roger slowly add, “I can help you pay for the room, but you need to figure out the money for the sleeping woman.”

Dandrien’s face flushed and flushed, “This is a misunderstanding!” He tried to defend himself.

“That woman said that she admired me and said she liked my ballads. As an idol, I understand the thoughts of these women too much. I may only come to the Cape of Brimwood once in my life.”

As he said, he sighed, “It is the only time in her life that she can have such close contact with her idol. I think she is really pitiful…”

“So you slept with her?” Roger couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

“We said we were just talking about poetry, but she took off her clothes when she came in. The little girl nowadays is too erratic…”

“What’s even more exaggerated is that as soon as the exchange was over, she asked for money when she lifted her pants!”

Dandrien muttered softly, but seeing that Roger’s expression hadn’t changed in any way, she wisely didn’t go on talking in detail, looking around, pretending to change the subject.

“Geralt hasn’t come back yet?”

“The work here is really hard to find. It seems that we can only continue to live on your charity.”

After speaking, he leaned forward and lowered his voice, “To be honest, I’m really curious, Roger, how many treasures the golden dragon has given you.”

“Can all the scales on his body be used as gold?”

“Is this important?” Roger didn’t want to get too close to Dandrian, and leaned back a little.

“Anyway, no matter how you spend it, the specific numbers are naturally meaningless.”

Dandrien looked envious, but his standard of calculating money was very different from others. He would only ask how long the money can live in Novigrad’s most luxurious brothel.

At that time, Roger replied that his answer was that you can sleep to death there.

All day after getting this answer, Dandrien was in a trance, and every time he was mentioned, he was inexplicably excited.

Of course, this time was no exception, but soon Dandrien remembered another thing. He craned his neck and looked out the window, then looked at Roger mysteriously.

“I saw it, Roger.”

“What did you see?” Roger was confused.

“Someone got into your room through the window that night.”

“It’s Ye Naifah.”

“Oh, which day are you talking about?” Roger asked casually.

“What day?!” Dandrine’s eyes widened.

“Isn’t this your first time?”

“Geralt lives next door, you do this… are you doing this…”

“Speak well, what are you excited about?” Roger was speechless for a while.

“I’m excited? Am I?!” Dandrien’s voice was suddenly raised, and it was only then that he noticed the weird glances of other people around the tavern.

With an awkward smile, he calmed his breath, “It was the night we met you for the first time in Ed Kingville.”

“The day you rode a dragon and left, the three of us set off for Povis. There seemed to be some small disputes between Ed Kingville, Geralt and Yenapha.”

“According to my observation, this also involves another male warlock, Estrid. According to the people in the city, Ye Naifah will come here to stay for a few months every once in a while. Strider got together.”

Dandrien looked weird. He seemed to be trying hard to help Roger recall what happened that night, “Is there an impression?”

“It was that night, I came back a little later, and then I saw Ye Naifah get into your room.”

“It’s a long time before leaving.”

“Do you even know when you left?” Roger smiled, “Could it be a coincidence this time?”

Dandrien made a haha and confessed that he had squatted in the corner.

“I know the style of the female warlocks, and have always advised Geralt and Ye Naifa not to get too involved, so I am out of concern.”

“Even if something is going to happen to you, at least don’t be so blatant, because Geralt is next door. Although I can’t hear anything, the senses of the Demon Hunter are very keen.”

“This is not good.”

Dandrien looked upright.

If it weren’t for the excessive excitement he showed at the beginning, Roger would really believe what he said.

“So you guys, that night…”

The fire of gossip was blazing, and Dandrien felt that countless melodies and words in his brain jumped out automatically.

A gorgeous poem is about to be formed.

But the next second.

“You mean that day, well, she did come and stayed in my room for a while.”

Roger spread his hands.

“But we just chatted and did nothing.”