That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 145 Oh no, it's haunted!

What happened?

Richard and Dorian exchanged a glance. Although they still had disagreements, as the teachers present, they immediately put aside their differences and began to ask the screaming student about it.

"Someone's injured!"

The student was clearly terrified. He stammered for a long time without making himself clear, and finally stopped talking altogether. He simply pulled everyone to a nearby warehouse where miscellaneous items were stored.

As soon as everyone entered, they saw a black-haired girl lying on the ground, her body riddled with bloody holes, her eyes closed, barely breathing, as if she would die at any moment.

"By the gods, Hannah!"

Sylvia, who was accompanying them, recognized her as her maid and rushed over with a scream.

Dorian quickly took out his lyre and played a restorative tune for Hannah—however, the healing effect of this piece was limited, and it was almost useless for Hannah, who was so badly injured that she was on the verge of death and might have lost her hearing.

Fortunately, Richard was still there.

As an adventurer who had recently been fighting vampires, he did not let his guard down because of life in the capital. He still kept a large number of healing scrolls and potions in his dimensional bag.

He immediately took one of the items and used it on Hannah.

Green and white light flashed alternately, and the bloody holes in Hannah's body gradually healed. Although she hadn't woken up yet, her life was saved.

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Richard gratefully.

Soon after.

Principal Bernd arrived with a large group of people, cleaned up the scene, and moved Hannah to the infirmary.

Turning around, he gathered a group of teachers in a room near the infirmary to investigate the matter.

A forty-year-old teacher asked, "Could this be another crime of passion?"

It is well known that places where poets gather are inevitably filled with love and affection, but these loves and affections cannot all be romantic and beautiful.

This has led to numerous violent incidents related to romantic disputes throughout the history of robins.

Things like secretly dueling with a love rival, failing at time management and getting multiple lovers showing up at your door for a chaotic brawl, or fighting over the same voluptuous, plump sheep—

Well, in short, similar incidents are all too common.

However, this time the situation is different.

Principal Bernd stroked his beard and analyzed, "No footprints were found at the scene, and no suspicious persons were seen in the nearby rehearsal area. It doesn't seem like a case of impulsive murder after a lovers' quarrel—"

Richard added, "I haven't heard anything about Hannah having a strained relationship with anyone."

Over the past ten days, Richard has seen Sylvia quite often, and naturally has also had a lot of contact with the little princess's two maids.

In his memory, Hannah Abbott came from a viscount family in the capital. She was very introverted and didn't talk much, so much so that she could live like a mute in a school full of poets.

By all accounts, she doesn't seem like the type to develop emotional entanglements with people.

Just as everyone was discussing, the infirmary teacher came in and said, "Everyone, Miss Abbott has woken up."

Everyone was overjoyed and immediately moved to the infirmary.

Hannah was lying on the innermost bed, her face slightly pale. Sylvia and Rachel stood by her bedside, speaking softly to her.

Bernd comforted the little girl for a few words, and then asked her if she had seen clearly who attacked her.

"Human? No, not human—"

To everyone's surprise, Hannah didn't give a specific name. Instead, she described it to everyone in terror: "It's a ghost!"

"Semi-transparent, with its head severed and tucked under its arm, and wearing armor with snake-patterned designs—"

As she spoke, Hannah's voice began to tremble.

Not only Hannah, but Bernd and several older teachers also looked grim.

This made Richard frown.

Although ghosts and such sound scary, this is Robin's School, and most of the senior teachers are mid- to high-ranking bards. We shouldn't be afraid—

Half a minute later, Hannah finished speaking.

Bernd told the little girl to rest well, and then led the teachers, as well as Sylvia, who clearly didn't want to be kept in the dark, back to their previous room.

Then he rubbed his hands together, tugged at his white beard, and stammered for a long time before finally saying, "The ghost Miss Abbott mentioned sounds like... it sounds like the Styx Guardian—"

Richard and the other young teachers listened with puzzled expressions.

Bernd continued, "I don't know if you've heard the story, but Lady Styx's daughter once came to our school and left behind a secret, undiscoverable pleasure house—"

Richard: ?

No, this name sounds familiar!

He pressed further, "Is that story true?"

Bernd scratched his head: "It's half true, half false. Actually, no one can be sure if it's Lady Styx's daughter or not. Maybe it's her herself—cough, since it involves gods, I dare not say anything rashly—"

"But the being that visited did leave behind quite a few things, such as that secret room and a Styx Guardian who was forgotten in the room."

"He's called a guard, but he's really just a ghost warrior responsible for watching over the rooms. He has strength that's almost at the high level, and he's insanely bloodthirsty. He used to pop up every ten years or so and cause bloodshed in the school —"

Dorian, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask, "Wait, it only comes once every ten years or so? So it's just a mid-level ghost, it shouldn't be that difficult to deal with, right?"

Bernd sighed. "That's true in theory, but the problem is that the ghost can freely enter and exit that secret room, while we don't even know where the room is."

"No one knows when he'll strike, and after each attack, he immediately disappears, making it impossible to eliminate him completely."

"However, the school isn't entirely without options."

"The former headmaster collaborated with the high priest of Lady Styx to develop a custom-made ritual magic that sealed him away from a distance, causing him to disappear for more than fifty years."

"That's why none of you young people have heard of this."

"I never expected that guy to reappear now—"

Upon hearing this, an old teacher spoke up: "Bernd, don't be so sure. Maybe it's just some bastard pretending to be that ghost."

Bernd took a deep breath: "Yes, what you said is one possibility, but in any case, it brings that forgotten nightmare back to the surface—we must deal with it seriously! Especially before the Feast of the Assumption!"

After saying that, the short principal climbed onto the table next to him and began to devise a strategy from his elevated position.

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