That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 139 The most important thing for a teacher is to be able to fight.

Inside the classroom.

"Class has long since started, why hasn't our new teacher arrived yet?"

"Ha, could it be that he bragged all that, but then realized he had nothing to teach and is now pretending to be sick and not coming?"

"What are you thinking? He's a great hero appointed by His Majesty. Do you think he'd be like you?"

"Heh, we'll see then~"

"We're really looking forward to his arrival!"

Seeing that Richard had not yet appeared, the young people waiting for class began to whisper among themselves.

Most of the girls, including Sylvia, looked helpless and worried, while some of the boys were gloating.

Among them, the young poet from a noble family shook his head rather affectedly, looking regretful.

Unexpectedly, that Targaryen simply didn't come.

what a pity.

What a waste of the magical gadget he borrowed from his mechanic friend after sacrificing his dick! Although, upon closer reflection, the process didn't really seem like a sacrifice at all.

"Oh, the teacher is here!"

The sudden shout interrupted the young poet's reverie. He looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see that handsome figure appear outside the half-open front door!

Ha, so you were just late?

That's great! As soon as this guy pushes open the door, he'll trigger the mechanic's mechanism installed on the doorframe, and then be hit by five super-concentrated stinky poop balls shot from different directions—there's no way he can dodge them—and the smell won't wash off for a whole day!

The young poet smiled expectantly.

Beside her, Sylvia squinted, finally realizing the joke had gone too far, and shouted, "Baron Targaryen, please don't come in yet!"

However, her shouts came too late; the next second, Richard pushed the door open and entered.

"Don't!"

"It's done!"

The students in the classroom stared wide-eyed, some happy, some worried, but all felt that their new teacher was about to have a terrible day.

At this very moment.

Richard moved with lightning speed, his body almost becoming a blur, dodging the stinky excrement that was shot from above as if he had foreseen the future!

Then he drew his longsword from his waist and, with the help of a swordsmanship genius, used a move from the Rose Sword Technique to accurately knock away all four stinky turds that hadn't yet hit the ground in the other direction!

And then, just right, it hit the naughty kids who were waiting to see what would happen!

"?!"

"Oh no, get out of the way!"

"Why did it come at me?!"

Plurp plurp plurp!

In the blink of an eye, the droppings landed, exploding into several clouds of yellow mist the size of car wheels.

Five or six people were caught off guard and were immediately engulfed in the swirling mist, creating a very unsightly scene.

"Hahaha!"

The students who weren't involved in the prank couldn't help but laugh out loud, while disgustedly moving to the edge to avoid the unlucky kids.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

Richard smacked his lips and went up to the podium unharmed.

Looking down, he saw that the teacher's chair was also covered in glue, and he smiled dismissively.

He immediately summoned several wolves using the beast summoning technique, chose the most majestic one, and sat down on it.

Hmm, riding a wolf to class has quite a unique charm~

The wolves that weren't chosen by him ran off the platform, hooting, and headed straight for the students who had just been hit.

The young poet from a noble family was one of the unfortunate ones.

Just as he was recovering from the shock of the prank's backlash, he saw the wolf spirits pressed against his face and cried out in terror, "What...what is it doing?!"

Richard turned around and started wiping the blackboard, saying without looking back, "Wolves are essentially the same as dogs; they both have a habit of eating poop. You're covered in poop right now, so naturally they're targeting you."

"But don't worry, they won't really eat you. At most, they'll lick you up once—"

That won't work either!

The young poet let out a sharp, explosive sound and leaped from his seat as if flying, trying to avoid the wolf.

Seeing this, the wolf woofed and chased after them.

For a moment, a chase ensued between the man and the wolf in the classroom, making the scene even more comical and causing the students watching to laugh non-stop.

Some even brought out their favorite musical instruments and started playing funny music on the spot.

The young poet, his face flushed and panting, shouted at Richard, "Hey, make them stop!"

Richard slowly took out a handkerchief, wiped his chalk-dust-covered hands clean, and replied, "Why should I bother?"

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"You...aren't you a teacher? The classroom has become like this, aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

"Oh, so you remember I'm a teacher now. Well then, what should you say to me, you who were trying to play a trick on your teacher?"

"I'm so sorry!"

"Be more polite."

"I'm sorry, teacher! I shouldn't have teased you! I was wrong!"

"very good."

Richard smirked, snapped his fingers, and the wolves vanished instantly.

Then he took out a bucket of water from his dimensional bag.

He used the vortex power from his Flowing Water Rock-Shattering Fist to manipulate the water flow, making it float and wash over the students who had been hit by the excrement. Then, carrying the filth, he flew out of the window and landed in the garden outside, indirectly fertilizing the flowers.

Finally, he clapped his hands and said to all the students, "Everyone, this farce is over. Let's get started!"

The group, led by the young poet, had first failed in their prank and been slapped with a rotten egg, then been chased by wild wolves, and finally got soaked to the bone. At this point, they had lost their temper and obediently returned to their seats.

The other students, who just wanted to attend class normally, paused for a few seconds before applauding Richard.

Among them, Sylvia's maid Rachel was the most enthusiastic, clapping and saying to Sylvia, "I told you he was amazing! No wonder he deserves your father's praise as a hero! Ah, I think I'm really falling in love with him!"

Sylvia blinked.

Didn't you say last month that you had fallen in love with the captain of the knights guarding the east gate? How come you've already fallen for someone else?

But then again, this new teacher really surprised everyone.

The speed he used upon entering was almost comparable to that of a high-level ranger.

He can perform the rather uncommon Summon Beast, a skill that should theoretically only be used by Druids.

And then there was this final move—manipulating the water. She considered herself a princess and had seen quite a few powerful figures, but she really didn't recognize what kind of magic this was, nor did it seem like the work of a mage!

These few skills alone are enough to prove that this person is no ordinary individual. I'd only heard stories about him before, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, it truly is—

Sylvia pursed her lips, acknowledging Richard's strength.

So now, her only remaining curiosity was whether Richard's teaching ability lived up to the robin's reputation.

With that thought in mind, the little princess listened attentively to Richard's lesson.

Then, within seconds, I unexpectedly and completely became absorbed in it.

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