That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 135 The principal has made his decision...

Huh? They're not here to see Isabella, but to see me?

Richard paused for a moment, then turned to look at the newcomer carefully.

He was a small old man with white hair and beard, a hunched back, and only slightly taller than a dwarf.

Seeing that Richard had noticed him, he chuckled and introduced himself: "Mr. Targaryen, my name is Bernd Webber, but those who know me call me Uncle. I'm the headmaster of the Robin School."

Richard: "!"

What the heck is this old man? — Wait, you said you're the principal of some school?

Goodness, he even asked Isabella to write him a letter of recommendation before, and now the person who's supposed to receive that letter is standing right in front of him!

"Ahem, hello Principal Weber."

Richard immediately greeted him, "May I ask what brings you here?"

Bernd waved his hand cheerfully and said, "Well, Mr. Targaryen, do you remember Mrs. Becker? The lady who kept the singing monkey and came to the capital with you on the airship."

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"She also came to the ball and just told me about how you used musical magic to soothe the singing monkey."

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"I was immediately captivated when I heard this. As the headmaster of a school of bards, I've always enjoyed these little stories that use music to solve problems."

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Richard narrowed his eyes slightly and interjected, "So, you think I'm quite talented enough to be a student at Robin's School?"

That's good, it saves us the trouble of getting that letter of recommendation!

To his surprise, Bernd immediately shook his head: "A student? Oh no, no, no, of course I welcome you to study at Robin's, but I'm not here to make you my student. On the contrary, I'd like to invite you to be our teacher!"

"ha?"

This statement left Richard momentarily speechless.

I just received my Peking University admission letter a couple of days ago, and now I've been selected as a National Outstanding Young Scientist?

Bernd continued, "I not only heard Mrs. Becker's story, but I was also present when His Majesty summoned you today and learned of your feat of thwarting the vampire's plot using the power of a bard. I am absolutely certain that you are exactly the kind of talent we robins desperately need right now!"

"You probably subconsciously think that Robin School is so famous that it doesn't need an outsider to teach it, but as the principal, I have to say that the school has declined drastically in recent years —"

"Most of the teachers were former court poets, and most of the students also wanted to stay in the bustling capital and become court poets. Even if they were forced to leave the capital, they only wanted to go to other major cities within the country and find a noble mansion to live in for the rest of their lives."

"A bard, a bard, what kind of poet is one who only sings and doesn't travel!"

"So, Mr. Targaryen, please do not doubt my sincerity. I truly yearn for a poet like you, born an adventurer, to teach at the school, even if only for a short time."

"Of course, if you want to learn anything from our school during this process, that's perfectly fine. Academic exchange is about mutual benefit!"

After Bernd said that, Richard finally understood.

How should I put it—it has a feeling of being officially appointed.

Thinking about it carefully, it's not bad.

Anyway, his goal was to go to the Robin's School to learn something. Going in as a student would be subject to many restrictions, but going in as a teacher would be much easier.

At the very least, it won't be so easy for Dorian to cause him trouble.

With that in mind, Richard said to Bernd, "Principal Weber, I'm very interested in your proposal—"

Bernd laughed heartily and then arranged to meet Richard in his office at the school in a few days to discuss the matter in detail.

soon.

The ball is over.

Isabella finally finished talking with her supporters and went home with her friends.

Once inside, Richard remembered he had a gift bag, which he immediately opened.

You have gained the talent: Interspecies Affinity. Your attractiveness to non-human races has increased. If dragons can appreciate the beauty of all creatures, then your beauty can be appreciated by all creatures.

Note: "You know, I've always wanted this, but I failed. Luckily, I still have a lot of strength, so the result doesn't really matter." - The Forgotten Sorrowful Wind

what?

What kind of talent is that?

Richard pursed his lips, not very satisfied with the gift package containing the Hundred-Man Killer Ring.

However—well, considering it indirectly inspired me to have a wonderful night, I won't punish it on my toes.

He didn't hold a grudge against the ring, and after performing the Flowing Water Rock-Shattering Fist once more, he turned around and prepared to go to sleep.

But Richard was unaware that a pair of eyes were watching him from outside the window.

And the owner of these eyes is—

Sigh, who else but Miss Red Copper Dragon would like to spy on poets?

However, at this moment, Grace was not merely peeking at the poet; on the contrary, she was having a passionate kiss with Zoya in her mind.

Zoya said, "Hey, Grace, tell me the truth, were you tempted just now?"

Grace tilted her head and smiled: "What are you saying, little Zoya? I've always loved my little poet. I'd give my life for him!"

Zoya snorted coldly.

"That's different. You bronze dragons have a tradition of collecting art and bards, and you're just the most radical of them—though I really don't understand why you're so crazy as to be willing to die for it, damn it, mad dragon!"

"But ultimately, you just saw him as your treasure before, and no matter how precious he is, he's still a treasure."

"However, you've changed recently. Not just now, I've felt it several times already. You've developed extra feelings for him—"

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Grace squinted, pouted, and looked thoughtful.

Zoya got excited.

"Ha! I knew it! I knew it! You can't fool the great Zoya!"

"Hmph, you foolish and shameful bronze dragon, you don't resemble a dragon at all!"

"Dragons are born with the right to take everything! You should just pounce on him, and then do this and that—and then get too excited, lose your shapeshifting spell, and accidentally crush him to death—"

Zoya finally suppressed her anger and, as she spoke, her true intentions were revealed.

Grace smiled knowingly.

"Little Zoya, it seems you're trying to lie to me too."

"Our souls are connected. If I develop feelings for the young poet, you shouldn't be able to escape it either."

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"So, come on, tell me the truth, besides wanting to devour him literally, don't you also want to devour him in a slightly different, non-literal way?"

Zoya was stunned for a few seconds.

Then it got all pricked up.

"What a joke! Absolutely not! Not even a little bit! I only feel rage towards him! I warn you, never doubt the rage of a red dragon!"

"Hahaha~"

Grace burst out laughing, and before Richard could open the window to see who was disturbing the peace, she slipped back into her own room.

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