That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 147 I have eyes on the back of my head!

For the past three days, Richard has been searching for alluring items within the school, hoping to glean information from them.

That night, he saw a large vase, twice the height of two people, in the corridor.

【Name: Victim's Vase (Can be used for charm)】

[Level: Common]

[Note: This is just an ordinary vase, but not far from it happens to be a favorite rendezvous spot for campus couples. Over the years, countless victims have hidden behind it, witnessing their partners' infidelity, which has gradually tainted the vase with a twisted aura.]

What the heck is this description?

However, given that these are items from a poets' school, it's normal for them to have this characteristic.

Richard curled his lip and cast a charm spell.

[The victim, a vase: Hello, friend, wait a minute, how did you know I'm the person in this school who knows the most exciting love triangle stories?]

ha?

I don't know, and who asked you that?

Oh ho ho ho, judging from your curious look, you must want to hear me tell those love triangle stories, right?

Okay, I'll pick a good one for you now —

"Wait, I don't want to hear that!"

【Hmm—so you prefer love quadrangles and pentagons? You have such picky tastes! But you've come to the right person; I have all kinds of stories here~】

What exactly has this vase witnessed?

It's hopeless, the robin school is hopeless!

Richard slapped his forehead and, after much persuasion, finally reached an agreement with the vase.

In exchange for listening to its story and providing a 500-word critique, you can obtain its information and a gift package.

Twenty minutes later, Richard finally completed the agreement.

To his disappointment, the vase didn't provide any useful information—the other party only had eyes for the couples and the victims.

The gift pack contained only one Perception attribute point.

Oh well, even a mosquito bite is still meat.

Richard sighed and, with tears in his eyes, slightly increased his attributes.

Just as he was about to continue searching for other alluring items, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from around the corner ahead.

Who's there?

He immediately became alert, summoned a wild wolf, donned a golden shield around himself, and cautiously approached.

—Then I saw Grace staring intently at an oil painting on the wall.

"Tsk, what are you doing here again?"

Richard rubbed his temples in exasperation.

Grace has been following Richard around as a teaching assistant for the past two days, but Miss Copper Dragon naturally has no patience to accompany the poet to class, so she spends most of her time wandering around Richard's vicinity, searching for clues in her own way.

But in Richard's opinion, the dragon doesn't seem to be looking for any legitimate clues, like right now—

Grace pointed at the painting and grinned mischievously, "I think this painting is an original by the famous painter Gauvan. It could easily fetch eight hundred gold coins at auction! What do you think, could we sneak away and take this painting, then tell Bernd it's by the Styx Guardian, Qian?"

Richard rolled his eyes.

"Are you a dragon or a thief? Can you please stop having such shameful thoughts! I bet even Zoya couldn't stand the way you are—"

Grace, hands on her hips, looked quite proud: "Her? She's thinking about how to take over the whole school right now. Hmph, compared to her, I'm much better, aren't I?"

"Please, I'm begging you, stop competing to be the worst in this field, okay?!"

Richard suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

He sensed something cold and eerie behind him, flashing past from his left rear!

But when I looked back, there were only walls there.

Grace noticed his unusual behavior and asked, "Richard, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Richard said this, but his eyes signaled to Grace to cooperate with him.

Grace immediately understood and pretended to continue joking and laughing with Richard.

The two of them left the corridor as if nothing had happened.

Just then, Richard leaned back and saw a semi-transparent ghost, with its own head tucked under its arm, emerge from the wall and drift in the opposite direction from the two of them.

Mom!

Wild Styx Guardians have appeared!

He decisively pulled Grace around and quietly followed.

After following for a few steps, I saw the ghost start to dance around, and its head, which was being held in the sand, began to hum a tune that was both light and melancholic, and quite unique.

He seems to be in a pretty good mood?

For some reason, it felt like the whistling scene in the Kill Bill movie —

Just as Richard was wondering why the other person was happy, the next second, the Styx Guardian turned the corner, and then a girl screamed from behind!

A student has been attacked?!

No, school rules prohibit wandering around alone at night. Why don't you know how to follow them?

Richard was shocked and, without thinking of anything else, immediately chased after Grace around the corner.

Then you see the Styx Guardian wielding a scimitar made of soul power, slashing at the girl who has fallen to the ground—if I remember correctly, it is Rachel Angel, another maid of Sylvia!

"stop!"

Richard shouted, causing the wolves he had just summoned to pounce. As beast spirits, the wolves were able to harm ghosts, which were half-illusory and half-real.

Then he took out his lute and played a requiem on the spot.

Grace reacted just as quickly, stepping in front of Rachel to block her path.

She drew her longsword, somehow coating it with a layer of pale blue flame, and with a horizontal strike, she steadily blocked the curved blade!

"Who are you—!?"

The Styx Guardian was clearly not expected by Richard and Grace's appearance and cried out in shock.

When Rachel saw Richard, she cried out with tears in her eyes, "Teacher! Waaaaah, that's so good, waaaaah—"

"Don't try to get in my way!"

The Styx Guardian roared and turned to draw his sword to strike again.

But by this time, the requiem had already taken effect, making him suddenly feel sleepy and slowing down his movements considerably.

The wolf spirits seized the opportunity to pounce on him, howling and biting at his arms and thighs.

Ahead, Grace helped Rachel to the wall, then turned around, intending to join forces with Richard to subdue the Styx Guardian.

Faced with these attacks, the Styx Guardian was stunned and speechless.

He realized that these two troublemakers were quite powerful, and he seemed to be no match for them.

"Get out of my way!"

Then he roared again, brandishing his scimitar and clearing an opening, and then—

He grabbed his own head, threw it forcefully, and sent it flying far away!

Glug glug!

As soon as the head hit the ground, it rolled and disappeared into the wall, while the body that remained in place instantly dissipated into wisps of smoke.

Richard and Grace were both stunned for a moment.

No, is there really such a thing as literally splitting up and escaping?

Once they realized what was happening, they immediately chased after the area behind the wall.

During this time, Richard also played an echoing tune, trying to see if there was anything hidden or if there were unknown compartments behind the wall.

However, the answer is none.

The ghost vanished before their eyes.

A dozen seconds later, the other teachers who had heard the sounds of battle rushed to the scene.