I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 125 Trophies

Fortunately, the wizard's gold coins were found in the bedside table. To avoid being chased, DuPont sped up the counting process.

Including the stolen money in the space bag, there were 1492 gold coins, more than 300 silver coins, and about 1000 copper coins in two bags that I was too lazy to count.

+1 each of spear, great axe, longsword, and war magic wand; +1 each of short sword, scimitar, and light crossbow; two sets of +1 chainmail; four sets of +1 light armor; two +1 round shields; and six sets of +1 saving throw cloaks.

+2体魄腰带4个，+2力量腰带一个，+2敏捷手套1个。

+2 Flame Longbow (one piece), +1 Magic Arrows (45 pieces).

Two 300-pound capacity space bags.

The artifacts include a mask of deception, a robe of fusion, bracers of archery, boots of leaping, and a crown of flames.

Archery Bracers: Increases the damage of your arrows by 2 points. Worth 1200 gold.

+2 Flame Longbow: Deals an additional 1~6 points of fire damage on attacks.

Flame Crown: When worn, grants the spell Scorching Ray, which can be cast an additional time per day, with damage based on the caster's level.

There were relatively few gems, just one sapphire worth 300 gold. However, there were quite a few magic potions and scrolls, including more than 10 bottles of healing potions for minor injuries, more than 42 first-level scrolls, 15 second-level scrolls, one flight scroll, and one lightning bolt scroll.

There were no ordinary items in the space bag; they must have all been given to the goblins. DuPont is rich now and too lazy to do these dirty and tiring jobs to earn a few coins.

After sorting through all these items, even the wealthy Deva couldn't help but exclaim, "These must be worth over ten thousand gold coins! How many people have these two guys harmed?"

"It feels like there were at least two or three adventure teams. If we weren't skilled enough, we almost ended up here too." DuPont looked at the magical equipment. Although not many of them were valuable, quantity still means money. They could sell them when they got back and upgrade their own gear. "When we get back, we'll find the owners of these weapons and mail them back. As for the rest, since they're hard to find their original owners, we'll just consider them our spoils of war."

"That's settled then." Knowing that DuPont was short of money, the paladin was still happy to see that he was willing to make a concession. After all, for a mage, money was never too much. Her mother was so busy not only because she was studying magic, but also because she wanted to make money. "By the way, could you help me clear out those goblin weapons later? I'm going to put them away."

"Why are you doing this?" DuPont asked, somewhat surprised. "Are you going to donate it?"

“Some weapons can be given to the village militia. The villages aren’t well-off, and they’ll be happy to have these things. It will also make it easier for retired adventurers to train the young people in the village.” Deva counted the gauntlets. “As for the poorly made ones, we can’t keep them. Even if we take them back, we can only use them for firewood, not give them to the goblins. Otherwise, they’ll come back and harm people again. If we take them, we’ll lack materials, and it’ll be a waste of time to make them again. They might not be able to do anything again for several months or even a year.”

DuPont was somewhat impressed after hearing this. He put his things away and accompanied her to the hall: "Impressive, you actually know these things. Did the church teach you that?"

"Of course, doesn't your academy teach about monster ecology?" The paladin picked up the short sword from the corpse on the ground, and with the help of a cleansing spell, the bloodstains were quickly removed. "I remember that the magic academy in Yarakh also teaches these things. I think it's a monster ecology course. The purpose is to let young spellcasters know about monster ecology and their living environment so that they can have solutions in their adventures. The textbook was even edited by my family."

“What’s the point of teaching this? Goblins reproduce faster than dogs, forming a new tribe in a year or two. Timely eradication is the most effective defense, and it also gives those low-level adventurers a chance to train.” DuPont complained, but still helped her organize the ordinary iron weapons. “You can even open a special class and produce teaching materials for this? I think your family is quite good at swindling funding.” Hearing DuPont’s spiel about his mother like this, the paladin couldn’t help but grit his teeth. The more he spent with this guy, the more he seemed to want to punch him. “You have to understand that many combat professionals, like warriors and thieves, are self-taught. Their instructors may not even have high professional levels. In this situation, if mage apprentices, known for their intelligence, don’t understand the ecology and habits of monsters, their mortality rate when they go on adventures in groups will inevitably be very high.”

"The accidental death on the first adventure is a huge loss for the local council, not only because it means the loss of a group of promising professionals, but also because it means the family has lost all hope. Don't you know how much pressure it is for a family to raise a child to adulthood?!"

DuPont grinned: "So what do you think about the fact that the vast majority of mage apprentices don't go on adventures until they reach level 5?"

Upon hearing DuPont's words, Deva was speechless for a long time, as if she had been choked. After a while, she retorted, "If the mage doesn't go out, aren't there other adventurers, poets, priests, and sorcerers who can all cast spells?"

“Yes, but apart from priests, where else can you find formal training for these professions? And priests don’t care about such things. These messengers of God are more concerned with how to gain more of God’s attention. They spend more time leading the choir than going out on adventures.” DuPont said with an evil smile, “Of course, if you don’t believe me, you can ask your family members when you have time and see who is right.”

"Fine, I'll ask!" Deva was furious. She quickly contacted Veronica with the rune and sent a message: "Mother, do you have time now?"

At this moment, Veronica was on a clean beach. She raised her hand to cast a spell, and soon thick clouds appeared in the originally clear and hot sky, making the birds that were playing around exclaim in amazement.

Sixth Ring Spell: Manipulate the Weather.

Veronica wasn't surprised to hear her daughter's message. At noon today, Deva had excitedly told her that she was going on an adventure with DuPont: "It's alright. What's wrong, sweetie? Did you run into trouble? If the two trolls are too difficult, you can retreat while fighting. Make good use of items. Remember that fire and acid can suppress them."

"No, that's not it. We've already dealt with that. But we encountered a strange thing." Deva recounted the incident of the mage turning into a shaman to ambush the adventurers, then suddenly realized she had gone off-topic: "But those two bad guys are dead. What I wanted to ask was about the Monster Ecology class. Mother, why did you create this class in the first place?"

"Of course, it's to scam funding and get a lot of free monster corpses along the way. Otherwise, how could they fabricate a research result every three years? Of course, it's also a good thing to popularize science on the side, otherwise they wouldn't have approved it." Veronica was a little puzzled: "Honey, why are you asking this? Does that kid DuPont want to know if troll corpses can be sold? Or is he planning to ask you if you have any connections for something later?"

"Nothing, just asking."

"It's good that you're alright, but what happened to you was indeed quite dangerous. Remember to tell the church about it later. There seem to be too many archmages going on missions to other worlds lately, and all sorts of evil spirits and monsters are daring to cause trouble."

The paladin, somewhat weary, agreed and hung up the message, only to be met with DuPont's smug grin: "So, you have an answer?"

"Can't get in touch!" Deva glared at DuPont, raising her little fist in a mock threat: "What are you laughing about while we're working? I'll punch you if you laugh again!"

“Oh dear, lying and intimidation are hardly things a paladin should do,” DuPont grinned. “Be careful you don’t break your oath and have to do a penance mission.”

"None of your business, get to work!"

(End of this chapter)