Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 999

Chapter 999 981. Novigrad

What Geralt felt was wrong was why a farmer and his daughter driving a donkey cart that he met casually on the road knew Lan En's name.

Geralt is a veteran witcher who has been on the mainland for decades, and he is a little different from ordinary witchers.

 —He has a friend, a friend who is a well-known poet and singer.

Dandelion often went on adventures with him, and was deeply involved in the Witcher's commissions, as well as in his daily life.

Even when the relationship between the two of them could be called 'best friends', he also witnessed Geralt's twists and turns of love.

Dandelion's talent allowed him to compile what he saw and heard into poetry and drama scripts.

Through the spread of these things, Geralt has gained a reputation and popularity that far exceeds that of ordinary witchers.

　　Although these stories combined are not as shocking as Lan En's performance in a war, Geralt has undoubtedly been a celebrity in this world and this era.

 The kind who are quite famous.

 So he could sense something was wrong.

“You may not believe it yet.”

Lane tilted his head towards Geralt and said.

The two witchers continued walking on the road, without hurrying to speed up their pace. They seemed to be looking at the father and daughter leading a donkey in front of them.

 “I once made friends with a high-level vampire.”

 “Are you kidding me? Are you the kind of advanced vampire I think you are?”

"Don't be surprised, Geralt. Regis has a very good character and is a blood-forbidden vampire. Even if you meet him, you will think that he is a decent gentleman. Well, he just smells of coriander. It's a bit too strong.”

The corners of the old demon hunter's mouth twitched slightly. It was obvious that he had never thought about a high-level vampire. When Vesemir was teaching him, he turned around and ran away without hesitation when he encountered a monster. The most profound impression on Lan En was that he was covered in coriander. Taste?

"No, let's get back to the point. I saw his disguise at that time because he opened his mouth to my story. At that time, I had not done anything big. I am not as famous as you."

 “That's what you say.” Geralt said with disbelief on his face, and raised his chin towards the father and daughter who were walking with their donkey on the road ahead. "Do you think they are also advanced vampires?"

“No, of course not. But it's not normal for both of them to recognize me immediately.”

Lann's hood swayed from side to side.

 What he did affected the entire north-south structure, and affected the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. This is indeed an unparalleled influence.

Even if this happened in his home world, his name would surely dominate the global trending headlines for several years and even enter textbooks.

　　But this is the magical Middle Ages.

 It is different from the information age in the home world.

 In the information age, viral information can make a person become a celebrity in an instant and be recognized on the street.

 But even this kind of person can only enjoy the treatment if he has over 100 million fans.

 A person with only a few million fans walks on the road with a normal attitude, and almost no one will take a second look, let alone recognize him.

And in this magical Middle Ages, although the things Lan En did were shocking, every well-informed bard pointed to these stories to make money.

Limited by the speed and method of transmission, Lan En didn't think he would be recognized by any farmer he met on the road in the wild.

 It's more like being intimidated by my own size.

 After all, an ordinary farmer might meet a bard several times in his life.

 “Of course, it's not that there's something wrong with them. It's just.”

Lane didn't finish his sentence, but Geralt understood what he meant.

 There is no problem with the 'audience', but there is a problem with the 'storyteller'.

 “Your news spread too quickly and too widely.”

Geralt said with a slightly hoarse voice worriedly.

There was no real sense of it before. After all, he was traveling with a clear goal, and then went to Aretuosa to work and earn money.

 But now that they were nosy on the road, they actually felt how big Lan En's reputation was now.

 “But being famous isn't a good thing, meow?”

The flannel ball that had been sitting in front of Lan En raised his head, with a puzzled look in his big watery eyes.

Lan En smiled and patted the kitten on the head.

“Of course it's a good thing to be famous, but to be famous to this extent.”

 Fame is a good thing worth pursuing throughout life. It can make people feel the happiness and satisfaction of self-realization, and its psychological comfort and stimulation are unparalleled.

 Almost everyone who has escaped from worrying about basic life needs will start to pursue this kind of thing at some point.

This thing is of course excellent.

 But when a person is accustomed to the reputation surrounding him, and has regarded this ecstatic environment as the norm, what if the reputation disappears next?

 The pain of drug withdrawal is nothing more than this.

 In other words, these heightened reputations are like 'narcotic powder'.

Whoever masters the anesthetic powder may master those who are addicted to the anesthetic powder.

 Fame can be a good thing, but it can also be a good 'dog leash'.

　　Tie those who can no longer live without.     Someone is trying to influence me in this way.

Lan En looked at the muddy road under his feet and felt something subtle with interest.

 Once you can exert influence, it means you can control.

 Watching the farmer and his daughter finally reaching their destination on the road, the two witchers were able to speed up their progress and arrived outside the city walls of Novigrad that afternoon.

“While you can still see the unobstructed wilderness and sky now, once you enter the city, you will feel that even the sky is narrowed by buildings.”

Geralt said this to Lan.

The outskirts of Novigrad are dotted with farms that produce food, as well as village settlements formed by people who have no money to settle in the city, so they gather outside the city.

This is an alluvial plain created by the water of the Pontal River.

This is the rare time Lan En saw a large piece of flat land in the Magical Middle Ages.

There are mills and windmills squeaking in circles in the wilderness. Even if the fertile land has not been taken care of, bright flowers, green grass, and trees can still grow.

The changing blue sky and white clouds at the seaside look even more free and easy against the backdrop of the wilderness.

 In the city of Novigrad, there are large areas of red roof tiles and stone walls. Although the dense buildings are messy, they also carry the unique vitality and vitality of the city.

 Novigrad, the Pearl of the North, the Free City.

 It is widely believed that this is a city with the potential to become a world capital.

Lan En had briefly learned about this city before coming here. The permanent population is more than 30,000, and the floating population is more than twice this number.

 In this world similar to the European Middle Ages, it is a well-deserved large city.

Of course, if we want to talk about the grandeur and strangeness of the buildings, Yharnan and Lothric are still the pinnacles that Lan has seen.

So Geralt was disappointed. Lan, who came to Novigrad for the first time, did not feel shocked by the rows of buildings.

For young people, the urban atmosphere of many people living in a city makes them feel familiar and curious.

 After all, with the current population density of Novigrad, he felt that it could be called "lively".

The two walked across a stone bridge spanning a shallow branch of the Pontar River and entered the city through Novigrad's shining gate.

This city was built on a delta where a river flows into the sea. It cleverly used the tributaries of the river as a moat.

Lan En's size and the unicorn wearing a magical harness caused a commotion at the gate of the Radiant Gate.

Although Novigrad is on the territory of Redania, the king of Redania has no right to send soldiers to garrison it.

The local violent institution responsible for managing order is the Temple Guard under the Eternal Fire Cult.

 Although their clothes are also in red and white, the red represents the 'eternal fire'.

The temple guards responsible for entering the city were obviously confused, but people in big cities should have heard the stories about the Civil War and the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

One of the leaders of the temple guards obviously recognized Lan En. He did not do anything extra, but asked the two demon hunters to pay the money and enter the city according to the rules.

Although actually 'paying money according to the rules' is quite abnormal.

 After entering the city walls, Novigrad is truly in front of people's eyes.

The bustling crowds of people dressed in various costumes all have their own goals. The crowds are flowing, and everyone is running for livelihood and profit.

There are merchandise sellers wearing nose-pin glasses, 'female waitresses' wearing short shorts, long boots, and collars slit to the middle of their chests, as well as sweaty and unkempt craftsmen and workers on the roadside.

"Wow."

The calico cat sitting in front of Lan En looked around curiously.

Elu Cat, who grew up in the New World, has obviously never seen so many people living together. The population density of the New World was a tragedy.

The Qilin under the magic harness also seemed much more lively, and the sound of its hooves stepping on the stone tiles became clearer.

 “Welcome to Novigrad.”

As a regular visitor, Geralt gave a polite welcome to the flannel ball and the unicorn.

 The calico cat nodded while still looking around. Qilin also snorted with a snort.

Lan En, who was wearing a cloak, was so intimidating that even though he was as big as Qilin, he didn't feel crowded on the road.

 Because the people who were close to them were crowding out others in the opposite direction.

 “Let's go find Dudu first and explain your matter to him clearly.”

Geralt, as a frequent visitor to Novigrad, began to arrange the itinerary for the new arrivals, one person, one cat and one cologne.

 Thanks to this steady and tough appearance, what he says is very convincing.

“I remember he was having a drink at the Kingfisher in the afternoon, we could do that”

Geralt was making arrangements, but after the two witchers turned another corner in the alleys leading to Novigrad, a burst of noise and uproar overcame Geralt's voice.

 The sound of "cracking" explosions came from a distance.

Then the two witchers on horseback sniffed at the same time.

 They smelled of cherry jam.

 “You bastard! Incompetent! A poet? I think that's nonsense!”

 (End of this chapter)

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