A group of people emerged from the small house temporarily rented by Shanni and Karkstan.
This time, not only did Shanni stand at the door to see them off, but even Karkstan was there waving.
Though everyone knew, the Alchemy Master was likely only waving at Lann.
"Honestly..." On the way back to Novigrad, Dandelion spoke with a strange expression.
"Even though I'm indeed the best poet in the world, it's not the first time I've been ignored. But this time the neglect feels odd because I don't even feel a bit angry."
Normally, on Dandelion's outings and inspirations, it was common for him to encounter rough noblemen who showed no interest in poetry or literature and gave him no face.
After all, there are quite a few illiterate nobles in this world.
But in those cases, whether overtly or not, Dandelion would always harbor some sharp and sarcastic mockery towards such people in private.
