Both the name and the aura emanating from the building brought back memories to House in the team.

House looked at Lane, and with the other party's consent, he strode forward and pushed open the flowery door.

Soon, the sound of a lute and melodious singing came from inside. A handsome man in a red and purple leather jacket fell on four girls, humming poetry sadly. Several other girls rubbed his calves, adjusted his clothes, and looked at him in a trance with watery eyes.

House sniffed, "To have so many people serving at the same time... this poet is really rich."

A customer who was listening to music was disturbed by House and made a serious "hush" gesture to him.

Perhaps fearing that House might speak out again out of doubt, he explained: "That's the poet Dandelion, he never needs to spend money to come here!"

House gasped, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Dandelion surrounded by beautiful girls in shock.

He was in awe.

…

Dandelion, whose full name is "Viscount Julian Alfred Pancratz of de Rettenhap", is also known by his nicknames, Scarlet Avenger and Prince Nightingale - these two are jokes.

He was born into a noble family and fell in love with a countess at the age of 19, which led to his exposure to poetry. No one knows who the countess is now, but Dandelion has maintained his love of poetry writing, and in the few short years since he graduated from Niubao and traveled around the continent, he has gained a world-class reputation, and many nobles respect him.

For players, the most commendable thing is his love history: in order to complete a mission, Lann once met Dandelion's four girlfriends and one boyfriend within half an hour.

In the game clip that Lann still can't forget, there is a part where a group of non-human races were slandered for serious crimes such as "treason" and "murder" and were hanged on the gallows. Dandelion was thought to be an elf because he was too handsome, and was convicted of "sexual harassment" and mixed in with this group of felons - he was the only one whose crime was true.

Sometimes Lann even felt that Dandelion's face and sweet words were the most powerful weapons in the Game of Thrones, because he was the one who seduced the Duchess of Toussaint and angered Prince Raymond to death, and he almost succeeded in living together with the Duchess and becoming the new Prince of Toussaint.

This is the most unpretentious and efficient way to steal a country!

At this moment, the poet's singing was echoing throughout the cabin, stirring everyone's heartstrings.

"I was deeply disappointed to hear that you were still alive.

I survived, but not because of you."

A naughty girl took off the poet's hat and put it on her own head, and her giggles attracted the scramble of other girls for it. The poet seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, looked at a girl, and his voice was no longer melancholy, but filled with power.

"Have we not enjoyed ourselves together, look at me my lord.

Now I will burn all your memories, and you will have to travel alone from now on.

You can worry about your sword and your stupid hair, and I will burn all your memories."

The sudden increase in his volume startled the girl, and the poet began to operate the lute flexibly, moving among the crowd, causing waves of applause.

Lann and his group entered the house quietly and found a seat for themselves. For a while, no one had the time to receive them.

House looked a little strange, and muttered to Lann: "This poet is singing... Could it be Mr. Geralt? Do they have a grudge? But why do I hear that they seem to be very good friends?"

Lann said nonchalantly: "All couples have quarrels, but they make up quickly, right? Maybe their way of getting along is similar."

House's expression became even weirder after hearing this.

At this time, the poet had finished the song and bowed to the audience. The room was then filled with the fragrance of powder again.

Lan walked up to the poet.

He was not wearing armor at the moment, but the group of followers behind him, who were obviously from the military, could not escape the poet's eyes.

"I'm looking for Dandelion, the poet, singer, and writer of great renown."

The poet, sitting surrounded by rouge, took a sip of wine from the cup handed to him by the girls, chuckled and asked: "That Dandelion...does he owe you money, or has he offended any lady around you?"

Lann shook his head in amusement: "No."

"So, I am Dandelion." Dandelion raised his glass to Lann and drank it all. "It's nice to meet you, this——"

"Lann, Lann Lannister Rhaanron, Lord of Cintra."

"Lane, your eyes remind me of a friend of mine. I believe he introduced you here?"

Lan nodded and said, "You mean Geralt? He is a strong warrior."

Dandelion smiled with satisfaction, as if Lan was praising him.

Lane continued: “I do know him, I’ve fought him a few times, he’s a good opponent.”

There seems to be some ambiguity in this sentence, which may cause people who hear it to misunderstand something.

Dandelion suddenly sat up straight, looked at the followers brought by Lann and said, "No, no, the friend I'm talking about is not this Geralt. You may have heard my attitude towards him from my song just now. I want to hit him on the head with the lute."

Lan couldn't help laughing.

Shani, who had been too shy to come in, couldn't help but jump in after hearing Dandelion's words and shouted, "Dandelion, Mr. Lannister is from Cintra, and the Geralt you keep mentioning was there to help him... Damn it, put down the bottle in your hand, I'm not kidnapped!"

Dandelion misunderstood again. The combination of a group of expressionless men and a young girl did make people imagine something bad.

"Princess Cirilla of Cintra is Geralt's unexpected child. I believe you must have heard him mention it." Lann explained with a smile, "Geralt and I met because of this, and he helped me a lot. We are also very close friends. You can trust me completely."

Dandelion breathed a sigh of relief and his body relaxed again. With Shani's evidence and the information he had been getting, he finally felt relieved.

"Golden hair and lion eyes, I guess you are the lion of Cintra. I've heard the poems written about you, and to be honest, they're not very good. If you had met me earlier, I guarantee you would be much more famous than you are now."

The poet smiled and said, "A friend of a friend is a friend. So, my friend, why did you come to me?"

Lann did not hide anything and said directly: "I was harassed by a group of Redanian soldiers on the ship in the Delta. They were employed by a warlock named Riens. I was told that you knew information about him, so I came to you."

Dandelion straightened up. "Rien? Did he come to you too?"

Lan nodded.

The poet lowered his head and muttered: "It must be Dijkstra who asked you to come, that damn intelligence chief - I thought it was Geralt who asked you to come to me for help."

After complaining for a while, the poet did not hide anything and said to Lann: "I have written several poems for Geralt. They are all about his battles, about our adventures, and about him and Yennefer - I don't know if you know her."

Lann nodded. "A sorceress who can turn Geralt from a white wolf into a little white dog."

The poet gave a thumbs up to Lane’s accurate summary: “I often sang these poems when I was traveling, but once they got me into trouble…”

…

A few months ago.

By this time, the capital of Cintra had fallen for a long time, and the Battle of Sodden Mountain, which sacrificed thirteen warlocks and shocked the North, had ended.

Dandelion and his apprentices are holding a concert under the giant oak tree "Belukhris", which has attracted hundreds of visitors. This place is called "Friendship Land". The clearing under the tree is a well-known resting place for travelers and a gathering place for wanderers. The druids take good care of the oak tree and welcome every visitor.

After the bard finished singing, he played the chorus again on the lute, with a pitch only slightly higher than the accompaniment of his apprentice. The sound of the lute was elegant, like a lady's fingers gently rubbing everyone's ears.

Everyone was intoxicated by the lingering sound of the piano and the singing, and no one made a sound.

Until the leaves of the tall oak tree swayed in the wind, breaking the silence. A goat tied to a carriage parked in a circle around the ancient oak tree began to bleat. As if hearing a signal, the audience in the semicircle burst into deafening applause.

The poet stood up and bowed gracefully to the audience.