That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 163 The Poet's Happy Life (Part Two)

Richard didn't even need to open his eyes; he could tell from touch and smell that this wave was undoubtedly the bronze dragon.

No, what does this guy want to do now?

Although the venue has changed, it hasn't even been an hour since the last time!

This is outrageous! We can't let her get away with this!

To protect his body, Richard decided to pretend to be asleep.

As long as you keep your eyes closed, even a dragon can only fail to achieve its goal!

"Richard? The young poet? The teacher? Baron Targaryen?"

Grace leaned close to Richard's ear and called out to him repeatedly at a distance that was almost touching his earlobe.

After a few words, seeing that Richard didn't answer, she let out a wicked laugh.

Richard's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, thinking that the dragon was still not satisfied and would use all sorts of inhuman methods on him next. A pang of sorrow struck him; he sighed, realizing how difficult it was for a boy to protect himself when he was out in the world.

But a moment later, Grace simply stretched out her slender fingers and gently kneaded his head and shoulders.

The force was just right, and the point of contact was precise, which made Richard relax both physically and mentally.

A few seconds later, he really felt a strong sense of drowsiness.

This bronze dragon does know how to care about people, doesn't it?

She's smart to know her place.

Richard felt relieved and stopped worrying about anything else, finally falling asleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

He opened his eyes and felt full of energy, with no trace of the fatigue from the battle.

Turning his head, he found Grace lying quietly beside him, sprawled out in a rather unrestrained sleeping position, one leg stretched across her waist—

Tsk, it really does have the aura of a wicked dragon.

Richard was somewhat uncomfortable with this perspective for the first time, and couldn't help but reach out a finger to gently poke Grace's fair shoulder.

The next second————

Boom!

Grace straightened up like a spring, then flipped over and landed face-to-face with Richard.

Richard was startled and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Grace: "Yes!"

Richard: "?"

Grace: "Now that you've recovered, we should naturally go deeper—well, I mean, deeply heal your soul~"

Richard rolled his eyes.

Goodness, judging from your appearance, you haven't been holding back all night, have you?

How shameless!

Well, seeing how much you need treatment, I can't just stand by and watch you die. Ah, what can I do? I'm just a kind-hearted poet.

Richard sighed softly and reached out to pull Grace into his arms.

But then Grace suddenly pushed Richard's shoulder.

"Just a moment~"

"What's wrong?"

"I've thought of an even more interesting way to play—"

As she spoke, she released the telepathic connection, and immediately, Zoya's voice echoed in Richard's ears.

"Damn it! Grace! What do you take me for?"

"Of course I see you as a musician~" Grace smiled at Richard with narrowed eyes. "How about it? Don't you think having her voice around makes things more exciting than usual?"

"You wish! I'm not your toy! I—I won't make a sound from now on!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zoya firmly shut her mouth.

Grace laughed even harder, reaching out to put her arm around Richard's neck and whispering, "So, little poet, your next task is to try your best to make Zoya scream. Can you do that?"

Richard blinked.

You, Le Zilong, are really getting a bit perverted!

But I like it~

He smiled back at Grace, then pulled up the blanket and covered the man and the dragon underneath.

(1000 words of content that Shenhe didn't like to read are omitted here)

Another hour or so passed.

"I, a dignified red dragon, have actually— Waaaaaah, you should just kill me, waaaaah—"

Richard lived up to expectations and completed the task entrusted to him by Miss Red Copper Dragon.

He then got out of bed, completely satisfied.

Upon stepping outside, they found Principal Bernd's secretary and Amelie already waiting there.

The former came to discuss follow-up matters with him, while the latter was simply concerned about Richard's condition and wanted to inform Isabella as soon as possible that Her Highness knew about Richard's experience last night and was eager to see him.

This made the poet, who had just interacted with Grace, feel a little embarrassed.

But it's only a tiny bit.

After all, being carefree is part of a poet's nature.

He quickly adjusted his mindset and threw himself into the new day.

In the following time, Richard went back to Isabella and comforted the princess, who was still shaken by the thought that she had almost lost her friend.

He then rushed back to the school, received a prize of three thousand gold coins from Principal Bernd, and then went on to participate in the exploration of the secret room.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much useful left in the room.

It's likely that the cultists have already searched the place thoroughly.

The priests who worshipped Lady Styx hoped to find fragments of the sewing needle after it exploded, but since the needle was currently lying in Richard's soul, they returned empty-handed and could only surmise that the needle had been completely destroyed.

These kinds of miscellaneous tasks continued to be dealt with until the next day.

After that, the school's operations returned to normal.

To celebrate this, Principal Bernd hosted a grand ball in the school auditorium that evening.

As the biggest contributor, Richard naturally had to attend and undoubtedly became the star of the show, receiving unprecedented enthusiasm.

Given that most of the attendees were young and unrestrained poets, this enthusiasm went a bit overboard towards the end, leaving Richard feeling rather overwhelmed.

the other side.

Princess Silvia also participated in the ball.

As a princess, she possessed natural manners and reserve, unlike the other poet classmates who specifically pointed out her incompetent maid Rachel and excitedly squeezed to Richard's side.

But she could swear to the gods that her joy was no less than that of anyone else.

Previously, although she had opened up to Richard and received his promise that he would do his best to solve the ghost problem, she did not have high expectations for him.

After all, in her view, the Styx Guardian had been rampaging for hundreds of years, and successive principals had no good solutions. What could one or two young teachers possibly do?

The so-called promise was probably just a comforting phrase. She didn't dislike such words, but she didn't intend to take them seriously either.

She was already mentally prepared for the Robin's Day curfew to last for several months, and for missing the Assumption of Mary completely.

Unexpectedly, less than two days later—

Richard actually solved the problem!

Not only did they dispel the ghosts, but they also dealt with a group of cultists, safeguarding the safety of the entire capital!

The robin returned to normal and was allowed to come back in to continue enjoying her campus life!

This dreamlike and delightful turn of events allowed Sylvia to deeply understand what happiness truly means.

At the same time, it also made her develop feelings for Richard that were much stronger than before.

At this moment, inside the auditorium.

The little princess blushed slightly as she looked at the handsome poet surrounded by his classmates.

What a remarkable poet!

No wonder he was the hero his father spoke of, and it's no wonder that his sister Isabella was willing to dance with him.

I wish I could dance with him too.

But wouldn't my sister be unhappy?

And his teaching assistant, Grace, seemed to have a special relationship with him; every female student who tried to ask him to dance was politely turned away by the red-haired man.

Thinking of this, the princess, who had been feeling happy, suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that the two maids on either side were not paying attention, she quietly left the auditorium and ran to the balcony outside for some fresh air.

After a few minutes, she finally felt a little calmer.

Turning her head, she discovered that Richard, whom she had been longing for, had somehow escaped the crowd and was standing behind her!

"what!"

"Excuse me, Sylvia—"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Uh, Your Highness?"

"Ah—cough cough, no, it's nothing! Teacher, I'm fine, and you don't need to call me Your Highness!"

The little princess was startled by the sudden appearance of the poet. Her heart pounded so hard it almost jumped out of her throat. It took her a while to pat her cheeks and calm down.

But she still didn't dare look at Richard, so she lowered her head, looked at her toes, and whispered, "Um, I just wanted to say thank you for restoring peace to the school."

Richard bowed, hand on his chest. "It's what I should do. I promised you, didn't I?"

Sylvia blushed even more and quickly changed the subject: "Did you come here to get some fresh air too?"

"No, I came here specifically to find you."

"Huh? Huh!"

This child was perfectly normal before, how did he develop this habit of being easily startled?

Richard raised an eyebrow, took out a few pages from his dimensional bag, and handed them to Sylvia.

The latter looked at the cover and saw that the title was "Romeo and Juliet".

"This is?"

"A long poem I wrote myself —"

As a poet, Richard still had some creative desires.

These days, reflecting on Werner's tragic experiences, he felt a deep sense of emotion and, based on those experiences, copied some of Shakespeare's works from his previous life, stitching together a new story.

In a sense, it can also be seen as a consolation and commemoration for the deceased.

It also serves as a celebration of love and a warning to aristocratic patriarchs not to act recklessly, slightly reducing the probability of such tragedies, though it's mostly ineffective, but better than nothing.

Unfortunately, the flute of the god of mischief only enhances musical talent, not writing talent, and Richard hasn't written poetry in a long time, especially not poetry about love.

All of these factors resulted in his final product being rather mediocre.

The framework is okay, but the details are a complete mess.

If Werner were alive and saw this, he would probably categorically deny that it was adapted from his own experiences.

however.

Although the output was not ideal, Richard did not intend to give up.

After all, I've already written it, so I have to produce some results, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for a time traveler.

But he definitely can't do this on his own.

Then he thought of Sylvia.

During their previous interactions, he learned that although the princess was young, she had a real talent for literature and was quite good at writing stories.

As a member of the royal family, he was more familiar with the romantic escapades and daily life of the nobility than Richard.

In conclusion —

"I would like to ask you to complete this story. Well, it doesn't matter if you don't credit me in the end, just write it down."

Richard told Sylvia what he needed.

Sylvia was stunned, completely unexpected that Richard wanted her to do this kind of thing.

Shall we write a love story together?

laugh!

Isn't this much more romantic than dancing together?

Yes, although she doesn't have the fighting power of Isabella and Grace, she is the only one who can help Richard in this area!

"no problem!"

Sylvia immediately nodded vigorously at Richard like a chick pecking at rice, clutching the few pages of paper tightly to her chest, as if afraid someone would snatch them away.

"Just like you promised me you'd solve the ghost problem, I promise you I'll definitely write this story well! And of course, you'll get credit! Otherwise—otherwise I'll tear off a huge chunk every time I try to remove a hangnail!"

what?

There's no need to make such a solemn oath!

Richard quickly interrupted the little princess, joked around for a while, and then completely entrusted the story to her.

He turned and went back to the auditorium.

They bumped right into Grace, who was grinning mischievously.

"Tsk tsk, that fickle poet, seducing young girls again~"

"No, we're talking about literary creation, okay?"

"That makes even more sense! This is a classic tactic poets use to seduce young girls; I've seen it all before!"

"you----"

"No need for explanation, don't I know you poets? From the moment I decided to fall in love with you, I knew I was destined to face countless competitors, sob sob sob————"

Grace pretended to wipe away her tears, then leaned closer to Richard, resting her chin on his shoulder, and whispered, "If you want to appease me, you'll have to have this much tonight."

She poked Richard's waist with four fingers.

Richard's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he could already foresee that he wouldn't be able to stand up tomorrow.

Damn it, it was fine before the dragon was unsealed, but how come its desires are so strong now that it's unsealed?

Soon, the lively dance party came to an end.

Richard resumed his peaceful and fulfilling campus life.

Every day is filled with classes, studying, discussing stories with Sylvia, healing Grace's soul, healing Grace's soul, healing Grace's soul — oh, right, and also finding time to prepare for the Assumption of Mary float performance.

Finally, a few days later, the day of the celebration arrived.

Richard boarded a large vehicle themed "Villagers Welcome the Saint with Honey and Pies," and was responsible for providing background music for the students playing the roles of villagers and the saint in the front row.

Accompanied by horns and fireworks, the entire float procession entered the central avenue of the capital city from the south gate.

The roadsides were packed with cheering crowds, and ribbons and flower petals filled the air.

Richard performed to his heart's content in this wonderful atmosphere, and as the float moved forward, it arrived at the end of the road, at the square at the foot of the palace.

Here, he saw Charles VII appear on the terrace, with Isabella and Sylvia standing beside him, and waved to them warmly.

Just then, the cheers of the crowd reached their peak, and fireworks suddenly burst into bloom, their golden and red hues illuminating the entire night sky and the smiling faces of everyone.

At this moment, Richard was undoubtedly also immersed in happiness.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

A few hours later, the performance ended, and Richard stepped off the float, catching a glimpse of the Second Prince and William, and was reminded of his unfinished mission.

Then, Isabella rushed to him and told him bad news: "Lion Fortress has fallen!"

Richard stared in shock, his eyes wide. "What? Lion Fortress—uh, where is it?"

I'm not a local, I've never heard of it!