That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 160 Playing Dead is an Art

Hey?

Flute, what did you say? Say it again?

[The Flute of the God of Mischief: What I mean is, I know this girl. She's not unattractive, she's just a little shy. Come closer, let me go and talk to her~]

flute —

Thank goodness you're not human, otherwise I would definitely give you a big kiss right now and smear your saliva all over you!

With his life hanging in the balance, Richard didn't have time to think of anything else. Seeing that the flute of the god of mischief gave him hope, he immediately moved closer to the magic needle.

However, the next second, without Grace's interference, Berengar easily flicked the chain back into her palm.

He grinned at Richard: "Lord Targaryen, it was a pleasure to fight you today, but the time for playful banter is almost over. From now on, I won't let you interfere with us anymore."

"It was clearly you, you giant cockroach, who barged into someone else's house!"

Richard snorted coldly, launched into a tirade of insults, and then walked toward Berenga without looking back.

At this moment, there is no time to hesitate any longer!

The only option is to fight with all our might!

As they passed Grace, Miss Copper Dragon forced a bitter smile at the poet, suppressing her pain: "Richard, don't be impulsive! I'll stop him. You go find that ghost and find a way to get him to take you out—"

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Richard understood what Grace meant.

Her red copper dragon soul was greatly affected by the needles, and it seemed that it was about to lose control of Zoya, but it could still manage to go forward and cause a ruckus without any strategy.

Behind them, Werner, though extremely weak after the needle was removed, was still alive and not quite dead.

If Richard could take advantage of Grace's outburst to reach an agreement with Werner, leave the secret room, and rejoin the main group from Robin's School, his chances of saving his life would be quite high, if nothing else.

However, that also meant that he had to abandon Grace.

so----

"Are you kidding me?"

Richard rolled his eyes at Grace, just as he had done countless times before.

"You promised to travel with me, and now you want to leave the group? No way! Just wait, I'll get you the needle you wanted—"

As he spoke, he walked past Grace and stood in front of Berenga, secretly using the Power of the Spring technique to bring himself to his best condition.

Grace wanted to persuade her again, but at that moment, the soul-crushing buzzing sounded again. Her head was throbbing, and she had to grit her teeth and do her best to stay calm.

Across from him, Berengar gestured for his two henchmen to stay put, weighed the Weaving Styx Needle in his ferocious claws, and raised an eyebrow at Richard with a smile: "Instead of running away, you're actively approaching me? You're becoming more and more to my liking—very well, let me personally deliver the final blow!"

Richard kept a straight face but didn't utter a single harsh word in response. He simply muttered to himself, "Is it close enough?"

That's enough. Hang in there, it'll be over in about a minute.

Hey, don't make it sound like this request is easy!

Richard's lips twitched; he was about to complain.

But when Berengar saw that he did not reply, he lost his patience, raised the sharp claw on his right side that was fused with the short sword, and swung it at Richard!

when!

Richard dared not delay and quickly raised his sword to parry.

As a result, after just one move, he felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the one-handed sword in his hand, which was imbued with a toughening spell, creaked and bent.

Damn, is this guy's strength that terrifying?

Seeing that Berenga's second claw was about to strike, Richard dared not take it head-on again and quickly dodged.

The next second, watching the claw brush past his nose, his throat tightened, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was surprised to find—

This is much simpler than just parrying!

With 20 points in Agility, combined with feats and talents such as Eye Behind, Luck, and Beast Intuition, Richard's evasion ability reached an inhuman level.

He was like a willow leaf, able to move with the wind without being harmed no matter how fierce the surrounding gale.

then----

In the next half minute or so, Berenga unleashed more than a dozen attacks, but failed to inflict any effective damage on Richard.

Richard, however, used his battlefield spellcasting expertise to return the favor with a Phantom Assassin, leaving Berenga somewhat embarrassed.

This greatly shocked Berenga's two henchmen.

"I thought the poet had reached his limit and that it would be over with just a gentle touch, but I never expected him to hold on until now—"

"This is ridiculously skillful! Even the elite High Elf rangers wouldn't be this good—"

the other side.

Dorian recovered from the soul attack and was genuinely happy to see Richard's incredible prowess. He even felt a glimmer of hope that Richard could turn the tide of the battle!

However, Grace did not think so.

As one of the main fighters who had just clashed with Berenga, she knew very well just how powerful that killing warrior was.

Simply dodging is definitely not enough!

And indeed, that's exactly what Miss Red Copper Dragon thought.

"Interesting, let's try this!"

After several failed attacks, Berenga licked her lips and immediately changed her attack method, abandoning her claws and taking out the chains she had used earlier.

The burning chains flew through the air, rattling and clattering, filling his surroundings with murderous intent.

Faced with such a wide-area attack, Richard's evasive skills were useless.

However, due to the requirement of playing the flute, he couldn't simply escape.

So he asked the flute about the progress again, then took a deep breath and launched a desperate charge against Berenga!

And then————

Unsurprisingly, he was struck down by the chains, bleeding profusely, and unable to get up again.

"Richard!"

"Teacher Targaryen!"

"Wow, he actually chose suicide?"

This action caused Grace and Dorian to cry out, and it also made Berengar pause slightly, suspecting something was amiss. She cautiously stepped forward to check Richard's condition.

He had indeed suffered a fatal wound.

The bleeding wouldn't stop, and even the heart stopped beating; it seemed he was truly dead.

It's a pity. He liked it a lot before, but the ending was a bit rushed and ruined the overall artistic feel.

Berengar shook his head, then turned to give Grace and Dorian a quick death, before taking his spoils and leaving the secret room, which connected to every sycamore tree in the Robin's Nest. No matter how much people outside tried to block him, they couldn't stop him.

But just as he turned around—

[The Flute of the God of Mischief: Completed!]

Richard suddenly opened his eyes.

It turned out that although he had just taken a direct hit from Berenga's attack, his innate strength had allowed him to retain a sliver of health.

The reason his heart stopped beating and blood flowed profusely was that he forcibly used the power of the vortex to manipulate the blood and create a false illusion.

After the heart stops, it takes about four minutes for the brain to die from lack of oxygen, and he was gambling with those four minutes!

Um----

Now, he's won his gamble!

He took a deep breath, reversed the vortex's force, and allowed the blood that had left his body to flow back into it, thus reversing the heartbeat.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone, including Berenga, she straightened up again, aimed at the Styx Needle in Berenga's hand, and cast a charm spell!