That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 21 Poets are always lucky

Richard pulled Grace aside and whispered, "Are you sure? You're not joking?"

Grace crossed her arms and said disapprovingly, "Of course not. Do I look like a dragon who would joke about serious topics?"

"picture."

Richard answered without hesitation.

After all, he had seen far too many examples on his journey from the underground city to Phoenix City.

At first, the copper dragon kept a low profile, but as time went on, its true nature was revealed. It would do things like blocking rat holes and chasing rats all over the place, waking up sleeping bison in the middle of the night and saying, "So you weren't asleep either," and smearing chili sauce on the mouths of nursing wolf cubs to ruin their mother-child relationship.

At that moment, Grace, who was being openly doubted by Richard, showed a sad expression.

But after a few seconds, she couldn't help but laugh again, waving her hand and saying, "You have good taste... but this time I'm really not lying to you."

Richard raised an eyebrow: "So, you have a way? I remember you said that most of your spells were learned from druids, and although you can heal, you don't know the Holy Light spell that priests use."

Grace winked and smiled: "Haven't you heard that besides relying on divine power, there's also an expensive medicine that can cure this disease?"

Richard lowered his head in thought.

Medicine?

Oh, it seems there is such a thing, but because that kind of medicine is too rare and expensive, he subconsciously ignored it. He vaguely remembers that the medicine was called something like Dragon Blood Potion... Huh?

what!

Grace went directly to Elsa and found the kitchen. She took out a wooden bowl, scooped some water from the bucket, and then secretly bit her index finger, dripping a few drops of her own blood into it.

Then she came to Mary's window with a smile, handed her the bowl of water mixed with blood, and said:

"Ms. Cinderella, I once learned some healing techniques from a highly respected druid, which might be able to improve your condition..."

Mary was somewhat confused.

This is just a bowl of water mixed with impurities, isn't it?

It doesn't seem like it can cure diseases at all...

In the past, Mary would never have readily accepted such a dubious bowl of water.

But now, having tried various methods without success, she has entered a state of desperation, resorting to any remedy she can find.

So after hesitating for a few seconds, she took the water and drank it all in one gulp.

Ok……

It was just water, as expected.

Wait, something's not right!

Mary suddenly felt a heat rising in her chest and abdomen, and then her limbs gradually regained strength.

Elsa, standing nearby, exclaimed, "Mommy, your complexion looks rosy!"

Mary's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she tried to roll over and get out of bed. Finally, with Elsa's help, she slowly stood up!

"It actually worked!"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly hugged her daughter tightly, bursting into tears.

Richard, seeing this, exclaimed, "That really works instantly..."

Grace leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Of course, just as you bards often say in your songs, we dragons are treasures from head to toe!"

Richard: "..."

No, it's a bit strange coming from you.

Grace chuckled softly, walked back to Mary, and said:

"Your body is too weak to take too much medicine at once, so I will come every fifteen days. If you persist for about three months, you will be fully recovered."

Mary released Elsa, wiped away her tears, nodded to make a note, and then solemnly said to Richard and Grace:

"Thank you so much! I really don't know how to repay you... Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything!"

Although she had been bedridden for a long time, Mary was, after all, the wife of an adventurer and still had some knowledge.

She knew how difficult her illness was to treat for ordinary adventurers, and therefore knew that the two people who had so easily cured her were no ordinary people.

It is her and her daughter's good fortune to receive help from such a capable person.

She must do everything in her power to repay him!

Across from her, Grace smiled and took a half-step back, letting Richard step in front of her, indicating that she should ask him about the rest of the matter.

Richard immediately helped Mary up and said softly:

"It's nothing. Your husband saved us several times back then, we're just repaying him..."

...Besides, I have already received enough benefits.

The leather gloves increased my positive impression of you.

You have received a gift pack containing leather gloves.

Upon seeing the new words appear on his retina, Richard became even more determined to refuse Mary's offer of repayment.

Then he took out a cast iron pony toy and fifty silver coins from his backpack.

These silver coins came from Zoya's treasure—although most of them fell into the cracks, a few gold coins survived in some obscure corners, which Richard exchanged for silver coins after bringing them to Phoenix.

After all, gold coins are too valuable.

Although Terella's gold production is much higher than in the previous life (which is why the dragons were able to amass so much treasure without leaving human kingdoms without gold), a single intact Imperial or Gulf gold coin still has the purchasing power of 300 to 600 yuan in the previous life. It is inconvenient to use for personal consumption or as a gift, especially in places like the slums where security is terrible.

Richard then handed the toys and silver coins to the mother and daughter, saying earnestly:

"In short, you don't need to repay us with anything."

"Take these too, and eat well while you're recovering."

"As for this pony, Elsa, I specially gave it to you. After all, how can a child not have toys? By the way, its name is Twilight Sparkle..."

After giving away his money, Richard waved to the mother and daughter and left the house with a smile.

Elsa helped her mother back to bed, ran to the door, and watched Richard and Grace's figures gradually disappear, feeling her heart filled with happiness.

Indeed, the world is still a beautiful place.

She lowered her head, her small hands clasped together in front of her chest, and thought to herself:

Thank you, big brothers and sisters. May the gods bless you.

As she prayed, the burning desire that had once stirred within her calmed down once more…

the other side.

Richard opened the gift package as soon as he stepped outside.

You have gained 1 point of Agility.

You have acquired a talent: Luck—your extraordinary luck always allows you to escape danger or accomplish things that seem impossible to ordinary people.

Remarks:

"My master has bad luck, so I hope your luck will be better." — Leather Gloves

After reading the notes on the new talent, Richard was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.

Gloves, you bastard...

Not only will they give you very practical things, but they will also give you blessings at the last moment?

These are the best gloves I've ever seen!

After calming himself down a bit, Richard opened the panel again.

Name: Richard Targaryen

Race: Human

[Occupation: Bard lv3 (Experience 45/60)]

[Attributes: Strength 11, Agility 14, Constitution 12, Intelligence 12, Perception 11, Charisma 14]

[Standard skills: Performance (proficient), Persuasion, Elvish, Thief slang]

[Extraordinary Skills - Spells: Harsh Words (Tier 0), Charm (Tier 1), Maniacal Laughter (Tier 1), Requiem (Tier 2)]

【Extraordinary Skill - Combat Art: Wild Slash (Tier 1)】

[Talents: Enhanced Dark Vision, Beast Intuition, Luck]

[Specialties: Eye of Insight, Battlefield Spellcasting]

Title: The Fearless One

Free attribute points: 1

Richard was very happy to see that his panel had become much richer than before.

The only thing that bothered him was that his experience points were increasing too slowly...

On the way to Phoenix, Richard tried his previous idea: to have Grace beat some powerful beasts half to death, and then he would finish them off.

As a result, the system only provided a very, very small amount of experience.

As it turns out, the system's experience mechanism is quite conservative; whether it's simply finishing off an enemy or killing too many of the same type of monster, it doesn't seem worth giving experience.

In the end, Richard's efforts only yielded 11 experience points, far from enough to level up.

"Honestly, why be so stingy..."

"Richard, where do we go next?"

At this moment, Grace interrupted Richard's mutterings. He looked up and realized that they had left the South District and arrived at a square with a fountain and many small vendors.

Richard thought for a moment and said:

"Go and put the tree spirit to sleep."

"I'm familiar with that place. It's both a tavern and an inn, providing food and lodging at the same time, and it's also convenient for gathering information."

"Now that the debt of gratitude has been repaid, it's time for revenge..."

Grace smiled with interest and "obediently" followed behind Richard.