That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 127 When you stare at the toilet, the toilet also stares at you.

However, to the poet's disappointment, this magnificent ship was not inherently alluring.

Alas, what a pity.

They were also thinking of trying to get the ship back from the second prince.

Richard's attempt to cause trouble failed, and he had no choice but to obediently follow the servant who led the way to the bedroom assigned to him.

This is a cabin that is not very large.

Despite this, the interior decoration and furnishings were very high-end, with soft mattresses that exuded a pleasant fragrance, and intricate patterns on the tables and chairs, far surpassing most of the bars and hotels Richard had stayed in in Phoenix.

Of these, Richard liked two things the most.

Firstly, there was a porthole on the side of the room, through which one could admire the flowing clouds above and the street scene of Silver City below, which reminded Richard of his experience of flying in an airplane in his previous life.

Secondly, there was a separate toilet right next to the room!

There's also a toilet made of wood and leather inside!

It's important to understand that on most ships of that era, only the captain or a few VIPs had toilets; everyone else had to relieve themselves on a wooden plank with holes cut out on it by the side of the ship.

I never imagined I'd be able to have one all to myself now.

As expected of the royal family's airship?

Richard nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the wooden toilet.

However, the next second, he froze on the spot again.

Name: Wooden Toilet (Can be used for seduction)

Level: Normal Description: It kisses your butt every day, but you never kiss it back. Don't you think that's too cruel?

I don't think so.

well----

Seriously, why did it have to be a toilet?!

Well, at least it's not one that's been gilded.

Richard sighed and cast a charm spell on the toilet.

[Wooden Toilet: Hello]

"Hello----"

Do you want to sit on my lap?

"No, thank you. If you don't mind, I probably won't need to use you for the rest of my trip."

That's truly a pity.

First of all, you're not human, and secondly, I don't think there's anything to regret.

Richard scratched his head and started making awkward small talk with the toilet.

As they chatted, he felt it was disrespectful to look down at them, so he squatted down.

However, after he finished squatting, looking at the toilet rim so close, as if it had been staring at him for a thousand years, he suddenly felt that his posture was somewhat disrespectful to himself.

Damn it, why did it have to be a toilet?!

Fortunately, during the process of squatting and standing up in place, he finally understood the toilet's wish:

Humans always pour all sorts of filthy things they don't want into my mouth, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Uh, so?"

So now I want to change things up and eat some high-class food that humans would also want to eat. To put it bluntly, I want to eat human food and taste its original flavor before it's digested.

If you really want to do something for me, bring me some human food.

This is simple.

Richard opened his dimensional bag, took out a baguette he had prepared for emergencies, chopped it up with his Huawu throwing knife, and threw it into the toilet.

Hmm—an interesting smell. It reminds me of a marquis's mistress who stayed here last year.

"Stop! There's no need to go into so much detail!"

Well, in short, the taste is alright, but it's not quite as delicious as I imagined. I don't think it can be considered truly high-end food.

That's true, after all, it's essentially a type of dry ration.

But seriously, how can a toilet be so picky?

Richard rolled his eyes.

If this happened anywhere else, he would definitely try to fool the toilet.

But considering this was the Second Prince's airship, finding some high-quality food shouldn't be too difficult, so he figured he could endure it a little longer.

Just then, Grace from next door suddenly slipped into Richard's room—although Richard had locked the door, it was clear that it couldn't stop Miss Red Copper Dragon.

She looked at Richard in the bathroom, frowned, and asked, "Why are you staring so intently at the toilet? Did you drop your dimensional bag in there?"

"Please don't start by telling scary stories."

Richard pursed his lips and turned to say, "Also, I might need to use your bathroom for the next few days—"

Grace: "?"

A dozen minutes later.

The airship officially set sail and flew to an altitude of over a thousand meters.

Two hours later, it was lunchtime, and Richard and Grace went to the restaurant located at the stern of the ship.

The restaurant had windows on three sides, making it spacious and bright. In the center was a long table laden with food, where, in addition to Isabella, Jonas, and others, several other nobles who had hitched a ride were also seated.

Richard sat down, guided by his servant. The moment his bottom touched the chair, he secretly slipped a chicken leg, a meatball, and half an apple pie into his dimensional bag.

Just as he was hesitating about whether to take another lamb chop, a melodious and enchanting piano melody rang out from not far away, attracting his attention.

Looking up, he discovered that the music came from Jonas's fellow bard—Richard, who, through his Eye of Insight, knew that his name was Dorian Muller and that he was a level 9 professional.

The latter was playing his seven-stringed lyre for a noblewoman diagonally opposite him, or more accurately, for a small monkey with blue-purple fur on her shoulder.

Soon, the music ended.

The little monkey raised its head high, and its fur shone with a dazzling light.

Seeing this, the lady said to Dorian with great delight, "Oh, Mr. Muller, your skills are truly superb; you are indeed worthy of being the robin's teacher!"

"To be honest, this monkey of mine is a magical beast summoned from another world. It is called the Singing Monkey. Legend has it that it is very sensitive to sound and will glow when it hears enough beautiful music."

"However, back in Silver City, I searched for many court musicians but couldn't make it shine. If I hadn't met you today, I would almost have thought the rumors were wrong —"

At the end of the long table, Jonas, seeing his subordinates making a splash, smiled and said, "Believe me, madam, Dorian is absolutely a musical genius rarely seen in the empire. If you ask me, apart from the musicians of the Elven Royal Court and the servants of the cat and the goddess of art, you won't find any bard who can compare to him."

Dorian nodded to the noblewoman and the second prince, giving them a humble smile: "Beautiful lady, dear prince, you flatter me. My understanding of music is far from reaching that level—not to mention anything else, even in this restaurant today, there is probably someone who is no less capable than me."

As he spoke, Dorian looked at Richard.

The second prince, the noblewoman, and everyone else at the table all looked at Richard.

Richard froze, withdrew his not-so-clean little hand that had been trying to steal the lamb chop, and blinked.

No.

How did I get dragged into this conversation?

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