That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 130 Robin School

Robin School was a place that was both unfamiliar and familiar to Richard.

It was unfamiliar because it was located in the capital city, and Richard had never been there before in his life.

It's not unfamiliar because it's the most famous bard academy on the Primordial Continent!

It's the Tsinghua and Peking University of poets' eyes! It houses hundreds of rare and magical musical pieces! Throughout its nearly thousand-year history, it has nurtured countless renowned figures—

— Well, okay, just like how the number one martial arts master is often not a Shaolin monk, the most famous legendary poets were not actually born robins.

However, it has produced quite a few master-level bards.

Needless to say, there are also outstanding poets at the high school level. Dorian is one of them. Although Richard has a problem with him, it is undeniable that his skill in manipulating music and magic is quite remarkable. As far as I can remember, no one in Phoenix City can compare to him.

In short.

In my opinion, Robin School is a great place to visit.

This would allow him to experience the most systematic poet education on the continent, and also teach him some basic magical music, thereby rapidly improving his strength.

So now there's only one question left to consider.

How do I enroll?

I've heard that its admission requirements are extremely strict; many poets from other places travel great distances to attend, only to return disappointed.

Richard pursed his lips.

That evening, he went and knocked on Isabella's door.

"A robin? No problem, I can write you a letter of recommendation, and you can go in and study with that letter."

After hearing Richard's request, Isabella agreed without hesitation.

Then she had Amelie bring out paper and pen, wrote the letter on the spot, stamped it with her own seal, and handed it to Richard.

Richard silently put the letter away, sighing inwardly:

Is this what power tastes like?

That's fucking sweet!

Across from her, after Isabella finished writing the letter, seeing that Richard didn't seem to be leaving her room, she blinked and said in a slightly amused tone, "Richard, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Cough, yes, yes—"

Richard nodded quickly and then told him about William.

He first mentioned the grudge between the two of them, then said that the other party seemed to be testing him, and then bluntly stated that he wanted to gather intelligence and take revenge when the opportunity arose.

Finally, he asked Isabella for some help in the process.

There's no way around it; the taste of power is just too sweet.

Investigating the enemy is too troublesome for one person to do alone. Let's bring Her Highness the princess along. Many hands make light work!

William can rely on the Second Prince to lure Dorian into causing trouble for him, so he should naturally take advantage of the Princess's influence as well. That would be fair!

Isabella hesitated for less than two seconds before nodding seriously to Richard.

"I understand, I'd be happy to help."

"Thank you, Isabella."

"You're welcome. Your business is my business, and besides—"

Isabella tilted her head and smiled at Richard: "That guy is my brother's new favorite. Even if it's just to continue competing with my brother, I have to have someone thoroughly investigate him."

After saying that, she looked at the little maid standing by the desk: "Amélie, this matter is in your hands as usual."

The maid patted the studded steel plate—no, she patted her chest, indicating that she would take care of the matter!

Thus, the poet and the princess signed an intelligence-sharing treaty, forming a defensive alliance on the secret front.

Richard, having accomplished his mission, returned to his room satisfied.

Nothing further happened in the following days.

Although Dorian still frequently provoked Richard, Richard skillfully deflected his attacks.

finally----

On a clear morning, the massive city appeared at the edge of the porthole.

We've arrived at the capital of the empire.

Let me see!

Like many young people who have just arrived in a big city, Richard couldn't wait to get onto the deck of the airship, leaned over the railing, and greedily admired everything on the ground.

The capital city, whose full name is Milsna Tiras, translates to the City of Diamonds in the ancient Elvish language.

Because its name is too long, it is often shortened to "Imperial Capital".

As the core of the Holy Roland Empire, it is home to more than two million people, boasts the highest and most fortified city walls in the entire empire, and numerous spectacular buildings that are both historically significant and visually stunning.

For example, the palace that encompasses an entire small mountain.

For example, those four mage towers guarding the four corners of the city, soaring into the clouds and burning all night long, are more powerful than any other mage tower except for the twin towers on Twin Islands.

For example, there's the grand library standing in the east of the city, the enormous clock tower capable of waking millions at once, and the countless magnificent palaces surrounding the royal palace, which have housed countless famous figures—

"Not bad, not bad."

As a time traveler, Richard was used to seeing skyscrapers, but after seeing the big cities of this magical world, he still couldn't help but sigh.

However, while he was impressed, he also noticed some less harmonious details.

Inside and outside the city walls on the east and south sides of the capital, there are large areas of messy, overgrown houses that look like weeds. They are not very beautiful, not even as nice as the southern district of Phoenix City, which is at least lower and more orderly.

Richard wanted to take a closer look, but because of the distance, he couldn't see clearly.

Not long after.

The airship slowed down and hovered beside a tower on the western edge of the capital—clearly, even a prince's ship could not sail directly into the city center.

Then, everyone stepped off the airship.

The moment my feet touched the ground, a large crowd swarmed around me.

At the front row were nobles in magnificent robes, followed by guards in gleaming armor, and then a large number of ordinary people standing on tiptoe to peer out.

Richard raised an eyebrow, thinking:

After all, there were two members of the royal family and a future Grand Duchess, so this welcoming procession wasn't an exaggeration.

Seeing that Isabella had already led the somewhat bewildered Cinderella and her daughter to meet them, Richard comfortably shrank to the back of the line.

Soon, the group entered the city and headed east along the ridiculously wide streets. The number of people dwindled as they went, and eventually even Jonas parted ways with Isabella and turned onto another road.

"Phew, that annoying guy is finally gone~"

Seeing that only her own people remained around her, Isabella stretched lazily without any hesitation, turned to Richard, and said, "Among the welcoming party was a court eunuch who said that my father plans to summon us to the palace tomorrow—"

"So, Richard, Grace, would you like to go to the palace?"

Isabella's father —

In other words, the emperor of the Holy Roland Empire?

If we convert this to our hometown in our previous life, wouldn't this mean we're about to go to court and meet the emperor?

Richard pursed his lips and began to think —

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