That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 126 William's Scheme

"You flatter me, William."

Dorian was clearly pleased with the mage's praise. He stopped and smiled as he replied, "I don't deny that I'm good at dealing with women, but to be honest, not every woman is susceptible to sweet talk."

"Last night, I observed the future Grand Duchess carefully. Although she is young, she has experienced life-and-death trials, and there is a flame hidden in her eyes. She is not the type that can be easily moved by bards like us."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not against the suggestion you just made to His Highness, it's just that this matter isn't so easy, especially since I can't go; I'm not young anymore—"

William waved his hand.

"Your reminder is valuable, but there's one point I don't quite agree with."

"Oh? Which point?"

"That little girl isn't immune to the charm of bards. I don't know if you noticed, but there happens to be a poet in Isabella's party. At last night's banquet, Elsa Cinderella glanced at him more than once."

"I vaguely remember it —"

Upon hearing William's words, Dorian immediately recalled Richard's appearance.

There was no way around it; although Richard tried to keep a low profile as much as possible last night, the allure of 20 PM was simply impossible to ignore.

Seeing that Dorian seemed to be deep in thought, William smiled slightly and continued to steer the conversation.

This time, however, he didn't focus on Aisha. Instead, he intentionally or unintentionally compared Dorian with Richard, subtly praising one and belittling the other.

Just when he thought Dorian had taken the bait, the latter raised an eyebrow.

"William, do you have a conflict with that poet?"

William was speechless for a moment.

Dorian curled his lip. "We bards are masters of language. I can sense what you mean. You want me to meet that poet, don't you?"

After hesitating for two seconds, William spread his hands and said frankly, "You saw through me. No wonder you are a poet who is valued by His Highness."

"Yes, I do know him. His name is Richard Targaryen. He was an adventurer in the same party as me, but he was weak back then and didn't have the extraordinary aura he had last night."

"So I am indeed curious about how he did it, and I long for a professional to examine his true colors. After all, you see, he is undoubtedly the Fourth Princess's confidant, and we will have to face him sooner or later."

Dorian was silent for a moment, then finally smiled and nodded.

"I understand. As you wish, I will go and confront him."

—But my purpose is not to help you or Your Highness, but rather I am also very curious whether that colleague from that remote place is truly capable! Whether he is comparable to me!

Dorian didn't say the second half of his sentence.

He simply turned around, arrogantly raised his chin, and left the corridor.

William shrugged.

Although there were some minor hiccups along the way, the result was still good.

Just as Richard had predicted, William had no intention of truly letting go of his grudges and reconciling with Richard.

In his view, Richard was a pure threat!

Bill is dead, and he doesn't know what happened to Jostein, but it probably wasn't good either; otherwise, Richard wouldn't have left it all unmentioned.

With these two examples before him, how could he believe that Richard would let him go?

Besides, if he were to ask himself honestly, although he didn't personally lay a hand on Richard, he did tacitly approve of Jostein and the others' actions towards Richard.

He even secretly prepared a magic missile in case Richard struggled too fiercely and could blast him off the car—it would be even better if he could take Jostein off with him!

So put yourself in Richard's shoes, he wouldn't have let himself off the hook either!

In conclusion —

Richard must die!

Only when Richard is dead can all the risks be eliminated! Only then can he truly be at peace!

But then again—

Richard's current strength is indeed unfathomable, and he also has an ambiguous relationship with the fourth princess.

Given this, he could only suppress his murderous intent and try to get Dorian to go and test the waters.

Then, based on the results of the trial, consider how to take action.

With that thought in mind, William quickly returned to his bedroom.

He closed the doors and windows, and took out a human skull from his dimensional bag.

He stroked the bone and murmured softly, "Black Scabbard, perhaps you'll have your chance to shine again soon, hehe—"

Time flies.

next morning.

When the appointed time arrived, Isabella gathered the remaining members of the group and, following the Second Prince Jonas, arrived at a towering tower in the northwest of the city.

This place was originally used for wyvern riders to take off and land.

But at this moment, what is docked here is not a small flying dragon, but an entire warship floating in the sky!

"Great, that's spectacular."

Richard reached the top of the stairs and, gazing at the colossal structure at the edge of the building, couldn't help but exclaim in awe.

It was a large ship that was nearly 100 meters long.

The entire ship was painted in gold and white, and its prow, stern, and sides were covered with intricate and shimmering silver magical runes.

The ship was wide, and in addition to the gun turrets like those on ordinary seagoing vessels, huge wings made of steel and oak extended from both sides, covered with leather provided by an unknown creature and also covered with runes, making it look even more imposing than the wings of a dragon.

At the bow is a bronze eagle statue, which has been brought to life so that it can turn its head and gaze at the crowd.

At the stern is a tall building, topped with a crystal half a meter in diameter, whose surface flashes with electric arcs from time to time, as if an entire thunderstorm is contained within it.

And then there were the fully armed soldiers on the deck—

Richard had no doubt that this ship could absolutely stand up to a dragon.

He turned his head to see Grace's attitude, and then noticed that Miss Red Copper Dragon's lips were faintly shimmering with tears.

"What a huge gem! I just want to hold it in my arms and sleep with it, wow!"

No, is that all you care about?

Ha, a hopeless dragon.

In front.

Isabella echoed, "What an amazing magical creation! No matter how many times I see it, I can't help but stop and admire it."

Jonas, who was standing next to his sister, seemed to enjoy the envy in her voice and casually said, "I believe that as long as you work hard, Isha, Father will give you one sooner or later."

Isabella smiled and shook her head.

She knew this was impossible, after all, the Empire could hardly manufacture any more airships, and the five that remained each had an owner and could not be given away.

Unless someone is punished and loses their airship —

"—Time is of the essence, let's hurry up and board the ship."

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A few minutes later.

The group then boarded the Second Prince's Sky-Patrolling Eagle.

Richard climbed onto the deck and then eagerly used his Eye of Insight on the entire ship.

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