The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 62 I Will Make the World Remember My Name (Bonus Chapter Tonight, Please Read On)

"What do you mean?"

"Please continue reading."

Ulasang had a bad feeling. He hurriedly turned to the next page, then his breath caught in his throat—

However, I understand very well that the issue of nobles versus commoners is a deeply rooted problem in the entire society.

What am I? At best, I'm just a bard singing cheesy ballads, with adventure, girls, and dragons on my mind.

I can lead three hundred civilians to escape to Longjin City, but I have neither the possibility nor the obligation to help them settle down.

After arriving in Dragon Gold City, they might have to find a way to invest in another noble's territory to generate new revenue for them...

But it doesn't matter.

Ultimately, I never thought about changing the world, much less wanted to change anything.

That's too troublesome and too tiring.

I don't have such lofty morals, and I'm too lazy to spread pointless kindness.

Everything I did was for myself.

Leading them out of Xingmei Town was also for a more mundane idea—

The history of this world has been forgotten, hasn't it?
That's why the Academy of Poets had a purpose: the empire needed their mouthpiece to proclaim its glory.

As for me, I will not become an opinion leader, allowing these ordinary people to sing rebellious songs for the rest of their lives, or wave the banner of justice. I will not let them do that.

But I want them, this moment, to weave together the backdrop of my wonderful life.

People will get to know me, become close to me, and even hate me because of everything I do...

But I don't care.

Whether one becomes famous or infamous.

They are all promoting me.

Yes.

What I want is no different from that of an empire—

Perhaps history will eventually be forgotten.

But I still want the world to remember my name.

On my tombstone after my death, people will inscribe my epitaph as follows:

Don Quixote Weinberg, a legendary bard, world chronicler, adventure idea generator, team jack-of-all-trades, renowned author, folklorist, singer, and many other titles (and so on)... He lived a remarkable life.

Of course, there absolutely cannot be any 'male friends' among them.

Absolutely not!
In the future, we could add a 'Dragon Knight', and I seem to have already glimpsed some of the path...

"..."

Goya saw the manuscript slowly drifting down from Ulasang's hands.

There was no wind, so it swayed left and right in mid-air before silently falling to the ground.

Ulasang stood motionless, like a statue.

"Geya."

After a long pause, he slowly picked up the manuscript from the ground, surprisingly calm.

"Can you help me see what these words mean?"
I've probably been too busy creating lately, and I'm a bit too tired and my eyes are blurry, which is why I didn't quite recognize things clearly.

Goya cautiously walked to her mentor's side, looked at the words he was pointing to, and hesitated before speaking:
"It says 'Don Qi Weinberg' on it."

"Would you like to look at it again?"

"Donkey Weinberger".

"Don Quixote?"

"No, mentor. It's Tang, Qi, Wen, Bo, Ge."

Goya said, enunciating each word clearly.

“Your student has the exact same name as my junior.”

The manuscript, which had just been picked up, slowly drifted back to the ground.

Knowing her mentor's temperament, Geya quickly covered her ears.

Even though the path of sound wave propagation was blocked, the intense vibration still pierced her eardrums:

"Tang Qi!?!?"

That's Tang Qi?!

You mean—

This bard left the academy, drifted for a year, safely traveled from one end of the continent to the other, composed rebellious songs, solved the mystery of a theft, escaped the orcs' pursuit, and finally even killed a noble lackey and coerced a noble young master.

It's that damn Don Qi—that autistic, dull, stupid, clumsy Don Qi Weinberger who only knows how to recite from the book!?

Ulasang finally lost his composure as dean. He no longer cared about his wig, focusing instead on pointing at the manuscript on the ground, glaring and shaking his head frantically.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

If he had that level of skill, that ability to improvise, and that sharp mind and resourcefulness, how could I possibly have kicked him out of the academy?!
"There must be a mistake!" "But I did visit him in Weinberg territory, and I couldn't find him anywhere."

Goya didn't know how to explain it either, and could only speculate.

"Perhaps during this lost year, junior Tang Qi... has grown a lot?"

"You call this growth?! You call this a lot?!?"

This is clearly a completely different person!

Do you remember the song I once made him sing? He couldn't even replace 'sour and rotten' with 'burning'—

But this blog post clearly records the lyrics to several songs, several songs!

Ulasang could no longer contain his emotions and began pacing back and forth, scratching his head and ears.

"How could someone with this level of improvisation be Tang Qi? Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

Seeing her mentor growing increasingly anxious, Goya could only offer words of comfort:
"Looking at it from another angle, at least we can see that Junior Tang Qi's writing skills have improved, right? At least, I couldn't write this kind of text..."

"But he happens to be my student! Mine!"

Ulasang revealed the real reason for his anxiety.
"If this information gets out and the noble lords find out that this 'poet scoundrel' is related to me, what will happen to my position? What will happen to our academy?!"

"You say these words and ideas were all his own creations, and have nothing to do with me? Do you think anyone would believe that?"

"Then just prevent the manuscript from being leaked."

Goya blinked.

"Yep."

Ulasang was so anxious that it took him so long to realize what was happening.

He slapped his forehead, quickly picked up the manuscript, and held it close to the candlestick on the table, letting it burn to ashes.
"And all the previous records, burn them all!"

Goya quickly waved her hand and lied:

"That's all. The preceding content was irrelevant, so I didn't copy it down..."

"well."

Ulasang let out a long sigh, but his chest was still heaving; he was clearly still terrified.
"No one has approached the stone tablet recently except you. Isn't that right?"

Goya then thought of the two perverts who had been following her earlier that day.

Considering that revealing them would risk exposing his privately kept notes, he decided to do so.

After all, if someone reports you, even if your mentor trusts you a lot, they will still conduct a full investigation.

They all share a common goal.

Nobody wants to be expelled from the academy because of this.

As a classmate, it was hard for her not to know Pluto. No matter how unreliable he was, he knew right from wrong.

She ultimately chose to shake her head:
"No, as far as I know, I'm the only one."

After taking several deep breaths, Ulasang finally calmed down.
"This incident has had a huge impact on me; I need to calm down..."

Goya, you are my student. If anyone realizes what Tang Qi has done, neither of us will escape responsibility.

You should understand the importance of this.

Goya understood that her mentor intended to send her away, so she got up to leave:

"Don't worry, mentor, I promise I won't utter a single word!"

Goya is a smart student who always makes Ulasang feel at ease.

As her mentor waved his hand tremblingly to shoo her away, she quickly bowed and left through the door.

Somewhat anxiously, he returned to his single dormitory room, showered, and changed into his pajamas.

Goya then quietly opened the drawer and took out a beautifully bound notebook with a magic lock.

He then wrote down the entire text he had memorized on the horizontal lines of the notebook.

Until the pen tip lands on the last line of the passage:
Oh right, I almost forgot to mention one crucial thing—

Catherine's thighs are so soft...

When she stopped writing, her gaze lingered on the words for a long time.

In the end, some of them found themselves involuntarily touching their thighs.

The touch between my fingers was somewhat smooth and tender.

Goya asked with great curiosity:
"If it can be specifically recorded in a log, just how soft is it?"

……

"It's really soft."

Tang Qi, straightening up from Catherine's lap, remarked with genuine emotion.

　This is a crucial time!!! Please continue reading!!!

　　There will be extra chapters tonight and tomorrow night!!!
　　Thank you, gentlemen!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)