"What happened? Is it not accessible here?"

The roadblock blocked the only bridge for access and shouted at the top of his throat before he could get close to Bolchi.

"Do you have a pass? If you don't have it, you can't get there." The guard yawned lazily.

"Pass, what is that?" Geralt looked puzzled, but the guard muttered casually and pointed to the distance without looking back.

"Don't ask me, I'm only responsible for checking my documents."

Everyone followed his guidance and saw the leader mentioned by the guards, and a tall and thin man standing beside him.

He looked groggy, caressing Rutchen carefully in his hands, and wearing a weird purple-red hat on his head, decorated with silver tower buckles and a long egret feather.

As everyone was watching, the owner of the hat also just raised his head, revealing a pair of happy blue eyes.

"It's amazing. Geralt actually met you here. You won't happen to have a pass, right?"

"Pass, what do I want that thing? Dandelion, we are planning to cross the river."

Roger looked at this famous bard in the wizarding world. His ability to recite poems may be commendable, but what is even more talked about is his gossip.

Compared to Geralt's loyalty to sorcerers, Dandrien's hobbies are much wider.

Age and race are not a problem, not even gender.

This guy has achieved the real killing of all ages and all species. He is an absolute lsp, which reminds Roger of his friends in another world.

It can be regarded as Henrik's unlimited enhanced version.

But I have to say that Dandelion is indeed a handsome guy.

"You don't know yet. Have you never seen Nidamir and weren't you here to hunt dragons?"

"Dragon, what dragon?" Bolchi asked with interest.

Then he introduced himself, "I am Bolchi, you can also call me the Three Jackdaws. These two ladies around him are my guards."

"And this one..." He paused for a moment and pointed to Roger standing beside Geralt.

"It's Roger, known as the Dragon Rider, who is Geralt's companion." When he said this, there was obviously a lot of teasing in his tone.

Dandrien rolled his eyes and looked at Roger carefully, then he straightened his chest, "I am Dandrien, well... known as "Invincible",... Most young ladies call me that."

This is obviously a title that he didn't want to be weak and his momentum was casually composed.

"Say the point."

Geralt interrupted Dandrien impatiently. He knew his friends and if they were not controlled, this guy could talk about the end of the world.

Then, with Dandelion's introduction, everyone learned about the incident.

An injured dragon ran into the nearby mountains, which also involved the politics of Nidamir and the surrounding countries.

Therefore, the dragon represents not only wealth, but also becomes the inevitable goal that Niedamir must win, so he blocked the path, summoned the population, and planned to hold a vigorous dragon-slaying operation.

After all, before flying away, the green dragon was injured and seemed to die at any time!

"It has nothing to do with us, we don't hunt dragons."

After understanding the causes and consequences, Geralt planned to take a detour away from here. Although this would waste some time, it would at least avoid a lot of trouble.

Roger seemed to have no objection, and there was an extra figure beside him at some point.

It's Dandelion.

"Are you a witch hunter too?" Dandrien has known Geralt for many years, and he has heard of many of Geralt's friends.

"New friend." Roger nodded.

"It's great. Your story will definitely stimulate my inspiration for creation. I can't wait to listen."

Dandrien danced with exaggerated hands and feet, "And your title, Dragon Rider, how did it come about?"

"You tamed a dragon and made it your mount, or... the word has a deeper meaning."

Roger blinked, and it has to be said that in some ways, Dandelion does have the invincible judgment.

At this time, Bolchi and others seemed to have completed negotiations. Roger saw the purse and smiles that the guard leader had put on, but opposite to it was Geralt's face full of gloom.

Soon he came to Roger.

"Something happened, Roger, I'm afraid I can't continue to go to Povis. I want to stay and take a look, because..." Geralt stopped talking.

"Are you interested in dragons?" asked Bolchi, who obviously heard Geralt's words as well.

"No, no." Geralt vaguely said.

"I know why. What else in this world can make a man dream and linger on his own?" Dandrien said, stroking the Rutchen in his hand.

"Oh..." Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

It was Yennefa, Geralt must have received news from her.

"It's okay, we will separate when we reach the fork in the road." Roger didn't care.

"Are you not interested in a dragon?" Bolchi asked in confusion.

Roger didn't say anything, but handed the other party a meaningful look.

"Well, no matter what, at least let us pass here first."

Everyone walked through the wooden bridge and soon arrived at a camp.

Next to the fire were several stout dwarves, one of which was particularly strong, looking like an old oak tree over a thousand years old.

Seeing Roger and others from afar, he first said, "Come and sit here. Compared to other guys who died, you look at least like a little."

"What are you doing here for the famous Geralt? I remember dragon hunting is not your strength."

Roger pursed his lips and did not answer. He looked around and did not find the familiar figure next to the other fires.

But the smell of lilacs and currants in the air told him that she was here.

"Look at what I saw?"

"A strange witch hunter, this is really a strange place. Not only does there exist the legendary dragon, but even the witch hunter appears in pairs."

"If I ask me to say that dealing with that big crawler is not your strength. Professional things should be left to professionals. If we take over the commission, we will never easily share the results of the battle with anyone."

Apparently he was worried that the appearance of Roger and others would dilute their profits.

"If you want to get involved, even if Nidamir agrees, you should at least cooperate with us..."

"Okay, Boust." The speaker was another dwarf, the leader of the group, Alpan Zieglin.

"This is in the wilderness. Maybe we will meet other monsters along the way, and then there will be a chance for the witch hunter to take action."

He seemed to be dissuading him, but obviously he didn't want Roger and others to interfere in the hunting of dragons.

"You mean let us obey you?" Roger raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!