Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1009 991. A good show

"Aha!"

Dandelion used a fork with onion rings still hanging on his hand, and nodded across the table at Lan opposite him, with an excited and surprised smile on his face.

"You smart bad guy!"

Lann smiled back under his hood.

"What?" Geralt looked at Lann and then at Dandelion in confusion, "What are you talking about? Can you please stop being vague!"

"The best way to hide a drop of water is to hide it in a lake."

Dandelion said to Geralt quite proudly.

"Look, when we were together in the past, you always said things that made me confused. Now the situation has changed!"

"But now, where does the 'lake' come from?"

Thanks to the superior education status of witchers compared to ordinary people, Geralt only had to think a little to understand the metaphor in Dandelion's words.

——If everyone had a figure like Lan En's, then he himself would be inconspicuous and much easier to hide.

But how is it possible with this body type?

"Cloak? Magic cloak?"

As if suddenly enlightened, Geralt looked at the hem of the cloak that Lan had pulled by a corner and placed on the table.

"If this effect is expected, this cloak will work in the form of alchemy. Unlike letting a mage cast a spell, the cost and ease of production of this form will be very good, enough to be used as a mass commodity."

Triss also understood, and she began to consider the feasibility of this kind of cloak as a mass product.

She is actually a warlock who is very good at making magic items. She usually makes a lot of money by selling magic items in Vizima.

"Since there are people secretly, or there are many different groups of people who want to roast me on the basis of my 'huge fame,' then it makes sense for me to do something with this fame, right?"

Lan En had a wicked smile on his lips.

"Let's put on a high-quality play that can be spread throughout the north, so that my current image will be widely known, and even make people yearn for it. Then add an advertisement at the end to sell this kind of cloak."

"The benefits will be great, right?"

Dandelion looked at Lann and almost clapped.

The profits would certainly be good, and the expected cloak would be a hit.

After all, if you can make yourself look tall and majestic like a hero in a drama after wearing it, and also have a fatal sense of mystery, just because of the needs of drama fans for dressing up and collecting, the sales volume will not be small.

In Lan En's home world, this is equivalent to high-quality COS clothing.

And these are just the ‘normal’ demands of drama fans, what about the ‘abnormal’ ones?

In Lan En's home world, if some people send a group message on their mobile phones, "I am Qin Shihuang, send money", many people will believe it.

But now, after Lan En's outfit is spread out, they can even achieve a convergence in appearance.

"Looks like a hero in a play". If the sales of this cloak spread, then someone will definitely use this appearance to do some bad things.

These things won't be too big, after all, this appearance is just an illusion given by the magic cloak and has no power at all. That's just bluffing and deceiving people.

However, these endless small 'bad things' will make this image's reputation plummet.

Everyone will not cry out for a fight, because Lan En's deeds are actually fighting through a war, and his achievements and strength are enough to be recorded in the history books of the palaces of various countries.

But at least after people see this image later, their first reaction will be: just think that this is an ordinary person wearing a magic cloak.

Since some people secretly want to use their excessive reputation to influence me, I might as well use this reputation to hide myself.

Humph, it sounds like no one can do anything with their reputation.

Lan En tapped his fingers on the table with ease, while the velvet ball opposite him, who was squeezed between the two of them, had a confused expression on his face.

He could only raise his head from his rice bowl, look around with a confused face, and meow softly.

These questions are too profound for a simple kitten!

However, for Dandelion, who has been immersed in the "communication industry" for more than ten years and is very comfortable with it, he has already begun to gear up with excitement.

"This needs a good script, I will write it myself!"

"Let me think about it. Think about how grand and shocking this play must be!"

"The key is to highlight your current image. I may be able to graft your cloak outfit into the original war plot."

"There is no doubt that Master Dandelion will write a magnificent and gripping modern story! Cry like thunder and slash endlessly!"

"The slogan must be convincing enough. 'The playwright experienced it personally and saw it with his own eyes.' What do you think?"

Dandelion chattered excitedly after entering the state, saying 'what do you think', but in fact Lan En, Triss and Geralt looked at each other, and they all felt that he actually had no intention of letting these people interrupt.

"Look, when this play comes out, those crappy bards who also wrote about that war will not make a penny in the future!"

At the end of the sentence, the poet couldn't help but stand up, with the onion rings hanging on the fork like a baton.

He pointed arrogantly at the non-existent 'bad poets'.

The flannel ball was beside him, raising his head and looking blankly.

This confident sense of professionalism even suppressed the other three people.

I can only nod in sync.

"Then leave it to you, Dandelion."

Geralt said beside him.

"What does 'leave it to me' mean? It's not over yet!"

The poet cried in dissatisfaction.

"Is it possible for a play to just have a script? We need to find a troupe to perform it!"

"Mrs. Irena's troupe just happened to be touring from Covill to Novigrad during this time. I have a good relationship with her. I will definitely be able to complete this script if I leave it to her. Geralt, please contact me. I have to delve into the script. ”

Lan En also added: "We made up the play to sell cloaks. The best costume for the protagonist is a magic cloak, so the final publicity effect will be great."

The white werewolf was so dumbfounded that he held the fork with fish meat to his mouth without putting it in his mouth.

"That's it?" He said blankly, "I'm now the liaison officer of the troupe? By the way, weren't we here to find Dudu in the first place?"

"Finding people is not about how many people are dispatched." Lan En patted Geralt's shoulder across the table. "I'm a witcher too, it's enough for me to go."

"Dandelion." Lan turned towards the poet, "How long do you estimate it will take from writing the script to rehearsing and performing?"

"It would take me a whole day to write the script even if I'm in good condition. Even if the troupe gets the script on the same day and decides to perform it, it will still take half a month or a month to turn around, right? After all, preparing props, rehearsing actors, etc. are quite troublesome. "

"That means we still have less than a month to go."

Lan En crossed his arms and thought.

"Find Dudu and ask him to start helping me move my assets, then spend money to fund research on Kalkstein, help realize the expected magic cloak, and finally put on a show and sell it."

"You can make money, and at the same time, you can confuse your huge reputation." Lan En said while nodding for his plan, "You can kill two birds with one stone, how satisfying!"

"But if you think about it, time is very tight." Triss frowned and looked at Lan En with some worry.

"Perhaps I can put aside the research funds first? Kalkstein is a famous alchemy master, and I can also make magic amulets. The two of us will study together. This kind of cloak will soon be a prototype. At least it can be used as an acting role. time props.”

"No! It doesn't matter, let me do it!" Lan En refused immediately without even thinking about it.

This disappointed Geralt, who wanted to have fun on the other side, and turned his head away in boredom.

Lan En is not stupid. He rejected Aretuza's funding and turned around and accepted Triss's advance payment?

Although Margarita and Triss seemed to have reached an agreement to some extent, Lan En decided to be cautious first and never reveal any flaws.

"Okay, okay, now that we've decided, we have to hurry up! We have no time to waste!"

The one who was most excited now was Dandelion.

He finished the food on the plate in a few seconds, then stood up and spoke impassionedly.

"Move, Geralt! We're going to get to work, don't act like a slacker!"

Dandelion dragged Geralt away and brought him to the room Triss had opened for them.

It seems that he needs to combine the memory of another witness to write a good script.

Geralt did not resist, but smiled meaningfully at Triss and Lann, and then disappeared with a bang of the door closing.

‘Even I can’t read the atmosphere. ’

This is probably the meaning behind that smile.

"Okay, now it seems that we can only leave it to Dandelion and Geralt regarding the drama."

Triss stretched.

"And if we find Dudu, it's up to the two of us."

"You seem in high spirits."

"Of course." Triss expressed her thoughts without any concealment. "Although Geralt is a good friend and Dandelion is nice and funny, you know that sometimes I just want to be alone with you."

"We are not just sitting around, we have to work."

"Male and female are matched, so the work won't be tiring."