Dandelion stood up with great vigor, giving an uncompromising retort to those questioning his writing skills.
Yet shortly after, when his mind finally disengaged from the imrsive writing experience, he t the gaze of the poetess with slightly smokey eyes.
His previously uncompromising tone suddenly softened.
"Oh, ’face’, right." He stamred, his gaze dumbfounded and fixed on the poetess’ face. "It really... indeed rhys better with the previous line."
"But you also have to understand, I’m considering the script as a whole, the overall mood, the scenario match..."
Towards the end, Dandelion’s mouth released a series of terms incomprehensible to outsiders to justify himself, trying to stubbornly imply he was right, rely taking in the big picture.
Lann and Geralt exchanged a glance.
To make such a proud poet in his own field act in this ’reluctant arguing’ manner is truly rare.
"Of course, the big picture consideration."
Priscilla smiled and stepped back.
"If the level isn’t high enough, then indeed you must lower the level of a segnt for the overall theatrical performance."
The poetess’ tone obviously did not contain sarcasm, rely accustod to speaking from a high professional level directing downward.
But precisely because of this, it made Dandelion’s mouth twitch, his whole being stifled.
If truly stabbed with words, Dandelion is not anxious, for that ans that person was already broken through by his words first and is anxious.
Losing composure and calmness is the sign of losing.
But now, this tone...
This is usually his tone!
It’s the language he uses when speaking about those clumsy poets!
Damnit! Is this woman mocking ?
Even with Priscilla’s looks and figure, she couldn’t make Dandelion ignore this strange feeling of similarity.
Two outstanding poets clashing heads, it’s a difficult scenario for ordinary people to interject.
Hence, the crowd behind them scattered around the room.
Triss sat on the room’s bed with great interest, crossing her legs, leaning forward, elbows on her knees. Her waist created an eye-catching side curve in this posture.
Lann and Geralt sat on two chairs, snacking on the plate of dried fruits on the small tea table between the chairs as if eating sunflower seeds.
Dudu shook his head in disappointnt, walked to the cupboard, picked up a cup, and drank while leaning against the cupboard.
"...So what’s going on?"
The poet who had been bickering with the poetess seed to just then realize sothing, looking surprised at the Half-Elf pouring wine into his cup by the cupboard.
"Dudu, you transford into , then went..."
Before Dandelion could finish, he turned his head to look at Priscilla.
The poetess casually shrugged.
"Is that strange? I’m a shapeshifter, but who said shapeshifters can’t yearn for love? Fall for a human woman?"
The shapeshifter, with a Half-Elf appearance, drank sullenly with the cup, his voice muffled by the cup.
"But there’s no help, Dandelion. Though I don’t want to admit it, but... alright, among the people I’ve t, you’re the most likely to showcase charm in front of Priscilla."
"I also don’t understand how to date, just hope your mind holds a way, unfortunately, you don’t seem that competent either."
"Though it’s a bit odd." Dandelion said, rubbing his chin, smiling at Dudu, "But thank you for your sincerity and praise, Dudu. Besides, my thod of romance is unteachable."
Dudu snickered sullenly in the cup at that.
"So..." Now Priscilla looked at Dudu with an eagerness she hadn’t shown in days before. "You’re actually a shapeshifter? The species from the legends?"
"Oh~"
Dudu’s voice, muffled in the cup, sounded more pained.
"Had I known you’re this courageous, why did I bother sporting Dandelion’s silly face doing those foolish things?"
"Alright, it’s too late anyway. Tell , who is this new friend of yours?"
Dudu claid to pursue love, but it seed after this commotion, he accepted being ignored by Priscilla and wasn’t too discontent.
Instead, he raised his cup, pointed at Lann sitting with Geralt.
Dandelion spontaneously stood between the Demon Hunter and the shapeshifter, acting as an introducer.
"This is the Chief here to find you, and he’s been bustling around Novigrad looking for you these past few days."
"Looking for ?" Dudu was puzzled. "A Bear School Demon Hunter, if I didn’t know you and Geralt, I would’ve thought you hired a monster slayer, planning to kill then divide my property."
Out of politeness, Lann also took off his hood.
His silver hair, akin to molten silver, reflected a warm hue under the room’s warm candlelight.
The face lacked so of the cold sternness and unapproachable nobility, and gained much warmth.
"Formally eting you, hello, Dudu. You can call Lann."
"...gulp."
Dudu brought back the cup in a daze, and took another sip.
"Had I used this face earlier, wouldn’t I have succeeded?"
The shapeshifter murmured, making Dandelion glance at him disapprovingly.
Suddenly, the shapeshifter seed to react. After mouthing the na Lann twice, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Wait a minute!"
The wine recently poured into his mouth was forced out by his intense words, leaving a red mark on the half-elf’s chest.
"That Lann? The Hunting Marquis?! Duke of Sintra?!"
"Don’t ntion the Duke without a domain."
Lann waved his hand with a smile.
"My goodness..." Dudu barely gathered his shocked mind, but his actions beca more restrained in front of Lann.
"But what does soone as important as you want from a shapeshifter like ...?"
"First of all, I’m not cut out for espionage; I don’t even dare to kill!"
Although shapeshifters possess the world’s most unsettling and fearful ability, they are innately of kind character.
Even if they turned into an unforgivable criminal mastering the art of killing, they can’t wield these skills as well as the original one.
Because they can’t quite manage the malice necessary for using such killing techniques.
"No, actually I’m not here for your shapeshifting talent, but rather for sothing else... your business acun."
Lann’s straightforward words stunned Dudu for a mont, but he soon accepted them.
He was proud of his business acun, which allowed him to live gracefully in the city of Novigrad.
"What’s going on?"
Dudu began to want to understand the ins and outs of the matter.
Before, he actually didn’t dare to get involved in Lann’s affairs.
He’s just a timid shapeshifter who stayed away from danger.
Lann explained his asset situation to him and how these assets had previously been brought to the brink of a broken cash flow.
Emphasizing, he just needed a capable and trustworthy professional manager.
Only concerning capital operation and not involving any non-comrcial activities.
"This sounds... quite great."
Dudu crossed his arms and scratched his chin murmuring.
"The business of the Valerian Steel rchants Association is now one of the most lucrative trades! For this steel, whether it’s national military or civilian markets, everyone’s going crazy!"
"Yes indeed." Dandelion chid in sarcastically from the side. "If you take this job, you can soon repay the money you lost in your business."
"The money I lost in my business?"
On this topic, Dudu was unfazed, even glancing sideways at the poet with slight amusent.
"Dandelion, when it cos to poetry and art, you’re outstanding. But when it cos to business, you’re truly a fool."
"The money I initially used for that venture primarily ca in two parts: A loan from Vivaldi Bank, and the material costs I covered myself."
"The loan from Vivaldi Bank was made out in promissory notes; I hadn’t even cashed them before the deal fell through, so, in reality, I don’t owe Vivaldi Bank a penny."
"I don’t owe Mud Gang for their goods either; they never delivered them, so why should I pay them?"
"Let them try; if so small-tirs can find , then it’s truly my misfortune."
Dudu didn’t care about his business setbacks nor did he feel any danger.
After all, to reach his level as a businessman, not having been swindled is impossible.
This was rely a minor incident in his career.
Besides, he was still a shapeshifter.
This is Novigrad, the headquarters of the Eternal Fla, managed for hundreds of years.
Eternal Fla’s priests declare: Under this Holy Fla’s light, filth and evil cannot hide in this city.
Although these words only fool the ignorant civilians, those who have supernatural powers and have seen the fla themselves know... the ’Eternal Fla’ on Novigrad’s Temple Island is just ordinary fire.
There are water ghosts in the city’s sewers, ghouls and demon spirits within the city walls, among other monsters.
But who dares to speak up?
Who dares to challenge Eternal Fla’s teachings?
Shapeshifters, these terrifying creatures in human mythology, nobody would believe appear in Novigrad.
Even if witnessed personally, they wouldn’t dare to announce it.
Because who would co knocking first might just be the Eternal Fla’s Temple Guard.
Those guys would accuse you of ’defaming the Eternal Fla.’
Thus, only a few people know Dudu’s identity as a shapeshifter; the gangs are clueless.
They don’t even know Dudu is a shapeshifter, so how could they find him?
Therefore, Dudu never cared about the Mud Gang.
If he couldn’t fight them, couldn’t he hide away?
"So it doesn’t matter." The half-elf shaped shapeshifter said casually, "If you feel the gangs trouble , I can adopt a different human appearance to manage the funds for you. After all, my brain works the sa way."
"Don’t worry about the gang, I’ve already dealt with them; the Mud Gang no longer exists."
Lann said, resting his elbow on the armrest of his chair.
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