That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 141 Dorian's Impotent Fury

Looking at the energetic, tall Richard in front of him, Dorian's face instantly turned ashen, like a college student whose takeout had been stolen for three consecutive days.

He wasn't a grey dwarf from the underworld, so he naturally already knew that Richard had become a teacher at the school. But hearing about it was one thing, but seeing it with his own eyes still made him feel angry and shocked.

He didn't understand what the principal was thinking.

Even if a self-taught person from the Gulf region has some real skills, a simple exchange is enough. How can we directly let this self-taught person become a teacher at the school, just like ourselves?

absurd!

However, considering the large number of students present, Dorian quickly composed himself and smiled at Richard, saying, "Well, good morning, Professor Targaryen. What brings you to my classroom?"

"What else could it be but attending a lecture, of course!"

Richard tilted his head and smiled, then naturally sat down in the first row of chairs.

Dorian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Are you here to attend the class?

So, you're going to be my student now?

Oh----

"Oh, I see. Welcome to my class!"

After Dorian finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling the other students to return to their seats and begin the lesson.

Richard didn't do anything unnecessary; he first listened attentively to the lesson.

Dorian's lesson was about a spell called Sleeping Song, which, like Requiem, is a second-tier spell with similar effects. However, it cannot target souls; it simply puts living beings to sleep.

"The key to playing this piece is to both wield a great deal of magic to influence others and maintain the piece's gentle tone at the same time."

On the platform, Dorian took out his lyre and began to demonstrate.

As the students listened, they couldn't help but feel their eyelids drooping, since it was a lullaby being demonstrated.

Richard felt it most clearly.

When some syllables were played, he couldn't help but want to lie down on the table and snore.

Something's not right.

Yes, this guy deliberately concentrated most of the music's power on me, wanting me to fall asleep in class and lose face!

Richard sensed Dorian's intention, smiled slightly, and secretly cast a dispelling spell on himself.

Then he stared wide-eyed at Dorian, putting on the act of a well-behaved student who was completely unaffected.

Dorian gave a soft snort, knowing that his first move had failed.

He then stopped playing, clapped his hands to wake the rest of the students, and said, "I've got a little question for you all~"

"What I just played was actually a piece I modified myself. It differs from the original melody I wrote on the blackboard in four ways. I wonder how many of those differences you noticed?"

The students looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were completely distracted just now and didn't think about this at all!

Looking back now, if I had to point out any differences, I think I could only find one or two? Where did the other four come from?

Seeing that the students could not come up with an answer, Dorian turned to Richard.

"Teacher Targaryen, did you notice it?"

Oh, so you discovered I'm unaffected by magic and suspected I blocked your music, leading you to guess I can't hear the problem, right?

Richard winked and smiled.

To be honest, if it were two weeks ago, his performance might not have been much better than the other students.

But he now possesses the flute of half the god of mischief.

Thanks to the musical talent boost provided by the flute, even without immersing himself in Dorian's magic, he could still perceive the subtle problems within it.

He immediately stood up and pointed out all the differences.

Finally, he added, "Professor Müller, your modifications have indeed enhanced the power of this piece, but on the other hand, they have also made it take longer to take effect."

"From an adventurer's perspective, this also means it's easier to be interrupted, and frankly, its application scenarios are rather limited —"

You actually recognized it?

How did this guy do that?!

Dorian's face darkened. He had evolved from a college student whose takeout had been stolen for three consecutive days into a college student who hadn't eaten takeout for a week.

The course ended soon after.

But the students didn't crowd around Dorian like they had before class.

Instead, half of them went to Richard to ask him all sorts of questions, and they didn't disperse until the next class was about to start.

After the students left, Richard went into the corridor and faced Dorian.

Dorian said sarcastically, "So you've learned to enjoy being surrounded by others too?"

Richard waved his hand: "A little bit, I guess. It's nice to come once in a while, but it gets annoying if you come every day. However, I do understand another reason why you insist on causing me trouble, aside from the Second Prince and William."

Recalling the scene just now, he said to Dorian, "You are the typical court poet who needs fame and popularity in order to maintain your status among the nobility."

"And I, a poet who is a little younger and a little better looking than you, am, in your eyes, the biggest competitor who can steal your fame."

"So, that's why you're so eager to outdo me, is that it?"

Dorian narrowed his eyes and did not reply for a moment.

Richard continued, "Rationally speaking, there's nothing wrong with the way court poets live; existence is its own justification."

"But emotionally speaking, Muller, I feel sorry for you. You are clearly very capable, yet you put all your energy into this kind of thing. Tsk tsk."

"If everyone in the robin community were like you, that would be terrible. No wonder Principal Bernd invited me here—"

Upon hearing this, Dorian couldn't hold back any longer.

He initially provoked Richard because William had stirred up his competitive spirit.

But now, he finds himself genuinely disgusted with this colleague in front of him.

He frowned and said, "Richard Targaryen, stop talking nonsense! You've only been a poet for a few years, written a few long poems, and performed on stage a few times in front of thousands of people, and you dare to lecture me like that?"

"You do have some skills, but if you think you can get away with anything at Robin's School just because of that, you're sorely mistaken!"

"Just you wait and see!"

Midway through the conversation, Dorian wanted to throw out a few harsh words, but after a moment's thought, he was surprised to find that he really didn't have any good ways to deal with Richard!

In the end, he could only force a conclusion, raise his chin, and turn to leave.

Richard shrugged.

Half of what he just said was a heartfelt expression, while the other half was a deliberate provocation.

So far, it seems to be working quite well for Dorian?

very good~

You're always picking on me, I'll make you worry too!

Richard smiled slightly, stretched, and left the corridor.

Then, he found that teacher, Allen, and, without any conscience, tricked him into getting close to the wooden door of the lecture hall from that morning, unwittingly sacrificing his looks in exchange for a gift of the wooden door.