That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 137 Taking Down the Teacher's Position

Richard and Grace soon arrived at the principal's office.

"Welcome, Baron Targaryen, you've finally arrived!"

"Just call me Targaryen, Headmaster."

Headmaster Bernd jumped down from his noticeably elevated chair and cheerfully ushered the two into the room, then looked at Grace and asked, "And who is this beautiful lady?"

Richard introduced her with a smile: "She's my teaching assistant, her name is Grace—"

"Teaching assistant? Oh, I see, it's nice to meet you—"

Bernd chuckled and winked at Richard.

Richard felt that the principal didn't understand at all.

But it doesn't matter. This is a school for poets, and everyone standing here is a poet, using a poet's mindset. It's inevitable that some poetic misunderstandings will arise. Let the poets be.

Bernd returned to the table, snapped his fingers, and used his mage's hand to serve Richard and Grace a plate of refreshments.

After exchanging a few more polite words, he smiled and pulled out a contract, handing it to Richard and explaining, "Ever since we parted, I've had someone write a formal contract inviting you to be a teacher. The specific responsibilities and benefits are all written on it—"

"Includes at least one class every three days, a monthly salary of 120 gold coins, a private office, the right to audit other courses and access ancient texts at will, the freedom to decide the teaching content, and the right to resign at any time, but preferably with a week's notice —"

"If you have any complaints or other additional requests, please let me know, and I can fix it right now~"

As expected of someone from the capital, they came right up and handed over the contract.

Richard nodded slightly and took the contract to read.

There are generally no problems, and it can meet his requirements.

As for the salary, he wasn't sure whether it was a lot or a little—but he had been earning a lot of money recently (thanks to Charles VII and a certain former teammate), while spending very little (since he was eating and living at Isabella's house), so he couldn't be bothered to worry about it.

"I heard that teachers at Robin School are qualified to enter the Imperial Library, is that right?"

At this moment, Grace, who was watching from the sidelines, chimed in.

Richard raised an eyebrow and looked at Bernd cooperatively.

The latter nodded immediately.

"Of course! After signing the contract, I will give you a robin teacher's badge. As long as you wear the badge, you can freely enter and exit the Great Library without being checked—but only on the ground floor, not in the underground restricted area."

Grace shrugged and smiled, indicating that she had no problem.

Seeing this, Richard picked up the quill pen on the table and signed his name on the contract.

Bernd hummed a song, happily putting away the contract, then rubbed his hands together and said to Richard, "Finally, Targaryen, although I trust your abilities, for the sake of the students, I'd like to hear you play beforehand—how about that piece that can soothe the soul, if you don't mind? Hehehe, I'm a little curious~"

Bringing this up only after the contract has been signed doesn't seem like you care much about being responsible for the students; you're just curious.

However, since we are all poets, it's not entirely incomprehensible.

Richard smiled slightly, took out his lute, and began to play a requiem.

As Bernd listened, his mustache involuntarily twitched.

"Wonderful, wonderful! To achieve such an effect with such a small amount of magic power is truly a genius creation!"

After sighing for a while, he asked somewhat embarrassedly in a low voice, "Um, if I may ask, is this piece in your future teaching plans?"

"exist."

Richard gave a straightforward answer.

In his view, he didn't need to hide the Requiem like he would a peerless secret manual.

Firstly, although the Requiem was of great significance to him, with the improvement of his strength, this song, which was essentially only a second-tier spell, could no longer be considered a trump card.

Secondly, this piece of music is ultimately designed for attacks on the undead, and its lethality against ordinary people is very limited.

Richard wasn't some vampire or necromancer; as a harpist, he'd rather there were fewer undead in the world.

In conclusion, he had no psychological barriers to spreading the Requiem.

After hearing Richard's reply, Bernd's mustache stood up almost higher than his hair—though he didn't have much hair to begin with.

He pulled out the contract again, added a bonus of 300 gold coins, and promised to teach Richard a rare Tier 2 spell in exchange.

Thus, both host and guests enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

Afterwards, Bernd summoned his secretary and asked her to take Richard and Grace to familiarize themselves with the school.

After leaving the office, Richard asked Grace in a low voice, "Why did you want to go to the Great Library?"

Grace turned her head away, blew a puff of hot air into Richard's ear with some displeasure, and then said, "Have you forgotten that I have to resolve my issues with Zoya sooner or later?"

"I don't want to be unable to unleash my full potential for the next thousand years!"

"I don't want to have to listen to a requiem every week for a thousand years to fall asleep—it's fine if you're here, but it'll be troublesome if you pass away."

"Although you're willing to spread this piece and you won't have trouble finding people to play it in the future, I don't think those people will suit my taste as well as you, little poet~"

Thank you for acknowledging my uniqueness.

Richard's lips curled slightly, and he continued, "Are you looking for a solution in the library?"

"That's right~"

Grace smiled, her eyes narrowing. "The Empire's Great Library is the best on the Progenitor Continent. Even the High Elves and the mages of the Twin Isles wouldn't dare to claim that they can surpass it in terms of the number of books it holds."

"So I thought there might be a solution to my problem inside, so I wanted to go in and take a look."

"However, only being able to go to the ground floor feels a bit lacking—I really need to sneak into the restricted book section to take a look—"

Hmph, now that you've let me through the gate, what I see afterward is no longer up to anyone else!

Looking at Miss Red Copper Dragon with her hands on her hips, Li couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Don't mention my name if you get arrested!"

"Don't worry, I used your badge to get in. Even if I don't say anything, the Empire will still be able to find you."

"Then I can only tell them that my badge was stolen."

"Damn it, doesn't she want to live with me in this little room?!"

"That's called going to jail!"

Richard and Grace walked through the campus, bickering as they went.

Behind them, one student after another emerged like little mushrooms growing under tree roots that had been urinated on by dogs.

"Look, look! That man is so handsome!"

"Will he be our new classmate?"

"Coming directly from the principal's office, and even having the principal's secretary lead the way, doesn't seem like it; they're probably a teacher?"

"A teacher in her early twenties?!"

"Oh my god, we're going to have a handsome, young new teacher!"