That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 162 The Red Dragon Bearing Humiliation and Hardship (Part 2)

Because they share the same body, Zoya's senses are also interconnected with Grace's.

In other words, at this moment, Miss Copper Dragon can experience every moment of joy in her interaction with the poet in perfect sync.

So, unsurprisingly.

This completely uncontrollable sensory bombardment left the not-so-small, but certainly inexperienced, red dragon utterly shaken.

"Grace, are you fucking serious?!"

"Damn it! Bastard! Shameless! You despicable poet! You can't, you absolutely can't do this!"

"Don't come in!"

"You might as well just kill me!"

"I...I will never submit to you!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Why————

Why do I still feel somewhat comfortable?

"My body feels comfortable, and my soul feels comfortable too —"

"No, no, I can't think like that! I absolutely cannot bow down to the shame of the dragon and that despicable poet!"

"I just, I just—"

"Yes, this incredibly comfortable feeling on my soul means that the artifact within that wretched poet is working! That thing is repairing my and Grace's souls!"

"Given time, Grace's soul and mine will be separated, and then I'll have the chance to completely rid myself of this shameless bronze dragon!"

"That's right. The reason I feel comfortable now doesn't mean I've given in or bowed down. It just means I'm enduring humiliation and waiting for an opportunity, until the day when the problem of my soul is completely resolved—"

After a fierce internal struggle, Zoya finally accepted the fact that she had had a deep conversation with the poet.

Then, just like Grace, he let out a dragon roar without any restraint.

More than an hour passed.

Richard opened his eyes and stared at the partially collapsed ceiling of the secret room, his mind involuntarily contemplating some profound questions.

For example, what is the meaning of human existence?

Where is the end of the universe?

If you take a drug to increase your IQ and then realize you've been scammed, does that mean the drug was even effective?

"My little poet~"

That languid yet alluring voice swayed as it slipped into Richard's ears.

Grace, who had recovered, climbed onto Richard.

Her rounded buttocks were squeezed and deformed against Richard's waist, her smooth and slender thighs clamped around Richard's ribs, and her fiery red hair fell down like countless small hands, stirring Richard's skin.

Miss Red Copper Dragon looked down at the poet, her red lips slightly upturned.

"I thought that even if a human tried their best, they could only arouse my slight interest. I never expected that you, little poet, would be so outstanding in this regard."

Richard grimaced.

That's right, I do have 18 points of physique, and besides, I'm wearing the Hundred-Man Kill Ring that increases my reproductive ability.

But even if I don't say it, there's still pressure.

After all, the other side offers a genuine all-inclusive service.

If it happened again, he probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Hmm~ We still feel a bit unsatisfied. Shall we do it again?"

"I refuse!"

You definitely guessed my state and said that on purpose!

Richard rolled his eyes at the dragon that was riding on his head with a wicked grin, then grabbed the dragon by the ground and shoved it aside.

"There's not even a bed here. If we're in the mood, twice is enough. Any more than that would be too indulgent. We still have a lot of important things to do!"

Grace smiled with narrowed eyes, but instead of using her strength to force the poet, she obediently sat down beside him and began to put on her clothes.

As he watched that stunning figure gradually being covered by the fabric, Richard felt a stirring in his heart for some reason.

He simply turned his head, putting on his clothes with his back to the dragon, and then asked, "During the process just now, you told me that you felt spiritual healing. Could you elaborate?"

During the pleasure, Grace made the same discovery as Zoya.

She speculated, "I think that after the needle entered your body, although you couldn't actively control it, it could still emit different powers according to your every move."

"In other words, when you want to care for me, it will follow your intention and help me heal my damaged soul."

.

"The reason why Zoya and I are inseparable is that our souls are damaged and incomplete, so much so that we can only function by meshing our gaps together."

"That needle can solve precisely this problem—"

Richard thought for a moment, then widened his eyes and said, "So, according to you, doesn't that mean—"

Grace put her hands on her hips, leaned forward slightly, and breathed hot air into Richard's ear, grinning mischievously, "That's right, as long as we have a deep exchange, we can heal the wounds of Zoya and me. And because I'm in control of the body during the process, I get even more healing—"

"So, in order for me to fully recover as soon as possible, we need to communicate more!"

"Let me think—how about ten times a day?"

Richard flinched, nearly dropping the belt he was holding.

Damn, how did it become a mana replenishment system?

Ten times a day? Are you even human?

Oh, you're definitely not human.

That would be even worse! Humans will never be slaves!

Noble humans must never yield to evil dragons!

"We can talk about the number of times later!" Richard quickly got dressed, patted Grace's head, and said, "Right now, let's figure out how to get out of here."

Grace gave a half-smile, and it was unclear whether she had taken Richard's words to heart.

The two stood up and began searching their surroundings.

Halfway through the search, they suddenly heard the sound of rolling stones. Turning around, they saw that the ruins on the opposite side had been dug open, and then a disheveled Dorian crawled out.

"Thank goodness you're all alright!"

"It's so good to see you safe and sound, Professor Muller!"

Richard smiled and stepped forward to talk to his former enemy.

He then learned that the area affected by the explosion of the Needle of the Styx was limited, and the doorway where Dorian was standing was not significantly affected and remained largely intact.

Although Dorian himself was rather unlucky, being hit by a flying brick and knocked unconscious for a while, he was otherwise unharmed.

So as soon as he woke up, he tried to dig through the ruins and eventually managed to reunite with Richard.

Richard led Dorian to see the cultists' corpses, and then followed the tunnel they had dug back to the vicinity of the room's entrance.

Here, he also saw the ghost Werner.

The latter also regained consciousness at this time, but unlike Dorian, who was still in relatively good condition, the color of his body had faded to the extreme, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

Is it because the magic needle is no longer there that it is going to die completely?

Richard hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to offer help and see if the needles inside the body could help sustain the other person for a while.

Of course, we can't do it the way we do with Grace.

However, just as the poet was about to approach, Werner suddenly raised his hand and stopped him.

"Thank you, but no need, let's end it here."

Werner said in a weak voice, "I'm already a dead man, and I was deceived by those bastards, I did wrong things, how can I have the face to continue existing in this world?"

"Besides, I'm already content knowing that Mia didn't betray me and even left me with a child."

"All I want now is to return to Lady Styx's embrace as soon as possible and reunite with her—well, we are both followers of Lady Styx, so there should still be a chance, right?"

Richard nodded.

If everyone believed in the Lord of Radiance, then you, the wronged soul who almost killed someone, would probably not be qualified to enter the Kingdom of Gods. But Lady Styx's words were indeed relatively more lenient.

He then inquired about how to enter and exit the secret room, and learned the key incantation to activate the phoenix tree.

Then, he clasped his hands together beside Werner and, out of humanitarianism, offered a final prayer for him.

In less than a few seconds, this hybrid soul, which should never have existed in the first place, completely dissipated.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, that's fine too.

Richard sighed and turned to leave the secret room.

Before they could even chant the incantation, a buzzing sound rang out, and a large, dark purple halo appeared out of thin air at the doorway of the room!

Immediately, Principal Bernd and an old mage wearing a pointed hat crossed the circle of light, leading a group of fully armed warriors into the room!

Richard suddenly realized.

Wow, the old principal is really capable!

They managed to break the spell on the doorway without using any incantations and rushed in to help!

And look at that pointed-hatted mage who came to help—

Wow, level 20! That's one of the top powerhouses in the entire empire!

That's not surprising.

Across from them, Bernd burst in, his beard bristling like a lion's mane, and roared, "Die! You vile cultists! And you indiscriminate killers! You—wait, what?!"

Halfway through his shout, he realized that only Richard and his two companions, who appeared to be unharmed, were in front of him, and his spiky beard suddenly disappeared.

"Huh? Huh! You're all here! Then, where are the cultists and the Styx Guardians?"

Richard shrugged and smiled at the principal.

"Where else could they be? Of course, we've taken care of them!"

"Huh? It's resolved?"

"Well, the Styx Guardian matter is rather complicated, I don't know if Amelie has explained it to you clearly—but the cultist matter is quite simple, their bodies are lying in the ruins behind, you can see them if you go in."

"You, with just three people—by the gods, hahaha!"

Principal Bernd paused for a few seconds, then burst into laughter and excitedly applauded Richard and the others.

The soldiers and robin teachers who followed also looked over with admiration.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

After quickly cleaning up the scene, the group returned to the campus outside.

The priests of Lady Styx expressed mixed feelings about everything they had just seen in the room (such as the overly stylish decorations) and repeatedly begged everyone to keep it a secret so as not to tarnish the image of their deity.

The teachers at the Robin School, however, couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters.

They surrounded Richard and his two companions, eagerly asking them what had happened.

Richard omitted his interactions with Grace and the fact that the artifact had merged into his soul, only saying that he had a great battle with the cultists, and that the artifact apparently went out of control and exploded, resolving everything.

In a sense, he was telling the truth.

Beside him, Dorian agreed with Richard's account and added that he himself had not contributed much, and that it was mainly Richard and Grace who held off the enemy.

This attitude surprised Bernd.

Clearly, this battle brought about a complete transformation in the once arrogant poet.

all in all.

The crowd eventually came to believe Richard's story, exclaiming, "Those madmen of the Killing Order! What a disgusting bunch of bastards! They almost succeeded!"

"Thankfully, Master Targaryen defeated them!"

"It's unbelievable that they won with just three people!"

"The problem that has plagued us for years has finally been solved!"

"The robin can sing again, and we can participate in the Assumption of Mary as usual!"

As they reminisced, everyone crowded around, lifting Richard up above their heads with one hand and cheering loudly!

"Long live the Targaryen Master/Baron!"

"Everyone, you're too kind. I only did a small job—"

Richard was a little uncomfortable with being lifted up high for the first time—but that's not true, the flamboyant poet was being modest, but his arms were outstretched, looking quite pleased with himself.

Headmaster Bernd said to Richard, "Thank you, Targaryen. You are truly the best teacher I have ever had. This time, thanks to you—"

Then came some specific words about rewards and repayments.

Richard didn't listen very carefully, though.

At the same time, another string of text appeared on his retina.

[You have earned the title: Star of the Robins. Your reputation among bards has greatly increased, your resistance to spells of confusion and control has increased, and your speed in learning spells that are included in the curriculum of the Robin School has increased.]

Note: "The best thing about this title is that you'll have unlimited reimbursement rights from now on; no matter how much you drink at the pub, it can all be charged to the school's accounts." - Jim Hans, teacher at Robin Academy

ohh~

There was even a pleasant surprise!

Richard's lips curled into a smile, and he happily accepted the new title.

The celebration lasted for a full half minute before everyone, at Principal Bernd's command, put Richard down and went off to handle various matters.

Although the cult of Tianran has become a death-seeking cult and the Styx fat satellite has dissipated, there is still much work to be done in the final stages.

For example, cleaning up corpses in secret rooms, investigating how the Killing Cult infiltrated, and informing students to restore order to their lives.

However, these things have little to do with Richard.

As a great hero who had defeated a powerful enemy, he no longer needed to participate in these troublesome tasks. He turned around and found a temporary bedroom on campus, intending to get a good night's sleep to replenish the physical strength and energy consumed in the battle.

Unfortunately, fate seemed unwilling for him to enjoy a peaceful sleep.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep and closing his eyes, he felt something warm and soft, like a warm cotton candy, snuggle into his blankets—