Chapter 25 The Charm of the Bard (Page 1/2)

Priscilla.

After hearing this name and seeing the girl's bright and flamboyant dress that was different from ordinary people, Frank immediately guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

The bard Priscilla, a bard who was no less talented than Dandelion in poetry performance.

The "Wolf Storm" sung by this girl that year, the poem about the love between Geralt and Yennefer, was melodious and touching, making countless audiences cry. It should be a memory that all game players still remember.

Later, she was hurt by a high-level vampire and lost her beautiful singing voice, which is also a very regrettable thing in the game.

Unexpectedly, the first plot character Frank met besides Ciri would be this special bard.

He pondered for a few seconds, looking at the girl in front of him with curiosity in her eyes, and did not answer her question directly, but said invitingly:

"It's getting late, Miss Priscilla."

"You must be very tired after being chased by those wild dogs just now."

"Why don't you take a rest by our campfire first, and then set off after dawn."

Seeing that Frank refused to answer her question, Priscilla was not angry. As a wandering poet, she traveled to various countries all year round and had already seen people of all kinds of personalities.

She walked around Frank with her hands behind her back, always keeping a polite and sweet smile on her face, but she did not go to the campfire as Frank wished, but said with interest:

"Sir, what are you going to do now?"

"Why don't you come with me to the campfire to chat? I am really curious about your identity."

"By the way, as a polite man, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

"At least tell me your name."

Frank looked at Priscilla in a strange way. He didn't expect her personality to be so familiar. She was somewhat similar to Dandelion in the original book. Perhaps most of the bards have this kind of extroverted personality.

However, Frank did not have the habit of telling others his secrets. He did not show too much enthusiasm, but walked to the big black dog that he had beheaded, then squatted down, pulled out a sharp boning knife from his back, and began to skin the black dog.

He did not look at Priscilla's expression, and said in a calm tone:

"You can call me Frank, Miss Priscilla. I am now an adventurer and a mercenary. I will go to White Orchard tomorrow."

"After I finish collecting the dog meat from these wild dogs, I can treat you to a dog meat stew in the morning."

Priscilla seemed to be unaware of Frank's rather cold attitude. She also drew out the dagger she carried with her, squatted beside another wild dog, and began to skin and meat the dog without any scruples. She talked to the witcher while peeling the dog's skin and meat.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Mr. Frank. I am just too interested in the witcher."

"Also, thank you for saving me. Since you are going to prepare breakfast in the morning, I will also help."

"I sometimes hunt in the wild, and I am competent in collecting animal meat."

"By the way, since you are also going to White Orchard, can we go together?"

Frank did not refuse this proposal, but began to skin and meat the dog more quickly and skillfully.

Although most of the dog skins had been burned by the Igni Sign, only the skins of the wild dogs he killed were worth selling, but the meat of these nine big dogs should be able to fetch a small sum of money in the White Orchard.

Frank was now penniless, and he would definitely need a lot of money to live in Niubao in the future. He would not miss any opportunity to make money.

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