Chương 138: Don't Underestimate the Poet's Intelligence Network

A dozen minutes later.

In a tiered classroom on the north side of Robin School.

The gossip-loving girls brought the news back like the wind.

"It's confirmed, that incredibly handsome guy is our new teacher, I think he's a baron named Targaryen—"

"Never heard of this surname before?"

"Are you the grey dwarf who just crawled to the surface? Richard Targaryen, the poet who returned with Princess Isabella the other day!"

After chattering away, the girl with wavy hair turned to her petite companion with blonde twin ponytails sitting in her seat: "Sylvia, you should recognize him, right?"

The girl who was called was named Sylvia Friedrich, 16 years old, and none other than the seventh princess of the empire, Isabella's younger sister.

Unlike her older siblings, she has no magical talent and doesn't like swordsmanship. Instead, she loves literature and music, so she spends all her time at Robin Academy.

At this moment, she said to the wavy-haired girl, or more precisely, to Rachel, the second daughter of the Marquis of Angle and her personal maid, "I saw him once at the ball. If the man you saw was indeed young and handsome, well, I mean, even more handsome than what you usually call a handsome man, then that must be him."

"Ha, then there can't be any mistake!"

Rachel excitedly raised her little fist and said to Sylvia and Hannah, the other maid behind Sylvia, "Great news! We're going to have a fantastic new teacher soon!"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow: "Is it really necessary to get so worked up, Rachel? At Robin School, a good teacher isn't just judged by looks; musical talent is also important—" The little princess, having spent years among poets and seen many handsome men who were all looks and no substance, has always opposed judging people by their appearance.

However, Rachel completely failed to grasp her host's spiritual realm, crossing her arms and saying, "Yes, no need to emphasize, I know you are very devoted to Mr. Dorian."

"No way!" Sylvia's eyes twitched as she denied it.

"I just meant that although that person has a legendary past, he's only a few years older than me, so he might not be a good teacher—" Halfway through her sentence, seeing that Rachel still looked like she knew everything, she puffed up her cheeks in anger and reached for the latter's armpit.

"Hahaha! Your Highness, spare my life!"

On the other side of the classroom.

The young male poets, who should have been revolving around the girls, gathered here, listening to the girls' enthusiastic discussions while wishing they could grind their teeth down to their wits' end.

A tall man of noble birth said, "That man hasn't even arrived yet, and he's already attracted all the women's attention. It's outrageous!"

Beside him, his businessman-turned-laced follower immediately chimed in, "Isn't that right? What kind of great poet could a mere outsider from the bay be? Why is he so popular!"

"That's right, only we true Beijingers know the beauty of poetry!"

"That out-of-towner is nothing but a stinking beggar—" With each of them offering their opinions, the boys quickly reached a consensus.

I don't care what you've been through, poet, but you're not qualified to lecture us!

Just you wait, when you come, we'll definitely teach you a lesson!

On the other side, Sylvia noticed the whispers among the male students and even roughly guessed what they wanted to do.

What a boring bunch.

She sighed inwardly, yet couldn't help but feel a little expectant.

Was the poet who defeated the vampire count simply favored by his sister, or did he possess genuine skill?

What if I'm careless and get tricked by the young people at school?

Two days later.

Richard was ready and went alone to the Robin School to prepare for his first lesson.

What? You're asking where Grace, who's a teaching assistant, went?

As soon as Miss Red Copper Dragon received Richard's badge, she turned and disappeared into the Great Library, not wanting to put on any pretense whatsoever.

Alas, there's nothing one can do; poets are always lonely.

Facing the sunlight in the corridor, Richard stood in front of the back door of the lecture hall.

But just as he was about to open the door, words suddenly flashed on his retina.

【Name: The wooden door of the classroom (can be charmed)】 Level: Normal Explanation: The earlier you push it away, the less likely you are to be punished by standing in the corner; the later you push it away, the less likely you are to get a chicken leg.

hey~ Life is full of surprises!

Richard unexpectedly discovered an item that could be used for charm, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Then, taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the corridor, he decisively used his charm spell.

[The classroom's wooden door: Hmm? Another new teacher? Not bad, not bad. Although he's destined not to be as good-looking as my beloved, he's still quite pleasing to the eye.] Ok?

Since his charm level reached 20, this was the first time Richard had encountered someone saying he wasn't as good-looking as others.

His curiosity was immediately piqued, and he stopped rushing into the classroom (since no one dared to punish him by making him stand), and asked on the spot, "Hello, who are you referring to as 'him'?"

[Of course, it's Mr. Allen, who's in charge of teaching wind instruments and maintaining classroom discipline!] Allen?

Oh, I remember now!

Richard had been wandering around the school quite a bit these past few days, and after a moment's thought, a figure popped into his mind.

No, I remember him as an old man in his fifties!

Richard blinked, beginning to doubt the wooden door's XP.

"Mr. Mumen, are you sure I'm not as good as that Mr. Allen?"

[It's incomparable, absolutely incomparable!] While you may be more attractive, Allen is far bolder and wilder in personality. The first time we met, he pressed his entire body against my face, his fiery eyes fixed on the gaps in my vision, completely captivating me!

Oh, Allen, my beloved, when will you come back and breathe on my face again?

Richard:?

What are you saying?

Is this really the kind of person Mr. Allen is behind the scenes?

While it's not exactly news that bards have weird fetishes, I never expected they'd go so far as to even target a door. Damn it, even a lizard would have been fine— Wait, that's still not right.

Richard squinted, recalling that Mr. Allen was also responsible for maintaining discipline — understood.

Mr. Allen didn't have any particular interest in the door; he was simply a homeroom teacher peeking through the crack to observe the students!

Thinking of this, Richard couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

However, he did not tell the truth about the wooden door. Instead, he chatted with it about the topic and eventually reserved its gift package on the condition that he would bring Teacher Allen to see it.

I'm sorry, Allen, but in order for me to become stronger, I have no choice but to let you sell your body!

You must be able to understand me!

Just as Richard was secretly trying to excuse himself, the wooden classroom door suddenly spoke to him again: Since we're having such a pleasant conversation, let me tell you something else: the students behind me have some issues with you and have secretly set some traps in the classroom.

Richard: "!"

Alright, a bunch of spoiled brats, trying to ambush him on their very first meeting?

No wonder Bernd invited me!