I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 135 The End
Looking at this DuPont blood essence, I feel a bit interested, but don't even think about keeping it for yourself. We'll discuss it later.

With these materials, this hunt is guaranteed to be profitable, and his spell scrolls won't have been wasted.

Although those things were all spoils of war.

There was also a good thing next to the corpse.

That was a space bag that looked somewhat old-fashioned in its craftsmanship, but whose magical techniques were exceptionally brilliant.

DuPont glanced at it, and his fatigue vanished instantly.

Large space bag

Load capacity: No upper limit
Space: 1000 cubic meters

Price: 20,000 gold
Note: This space bag is made using Netherskill. The special process allows it to have no weight limit, but it is too demanding in terms of materials and requires a very high level of skill from the maker, so it is rarely available on the market.

However, after opening the spatial bag and examining it with his mental power, DuPont found himself in a rather troublesome situation.

Tables, chairs, benches, beds, pillows, even a bathtub, fishing gear, and a coffin were all there. This guy probably used these things to move house.

Most of these tables and chairs are well-made. Although they are not magical items, most of them are inlaid with gold. They could probably fetch a few bucks at a flea market. However, even if the personal belongings used by a dead vampire are of good quality, they are bound to be tainted with the aura of the dead. Using them might even incur a curse. It would be better to clean them up and sell them secondhand. I just don't know if I can hide it from them.

After searching for a while, they finally found the vampire's safe. However, there were only four small bags of gold coins, less than 2000 gold coins, but there were eleven gems worth a thousand gold coins. However, they were all surrounded by curses, which would probably need to be removed with magic.

There were not a single silver or copper coin.

May you get rich! May you get rich!

Seeing DuPont's delighted expression, Deva asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Is this vampire very wealthy?"

“Of course, it’s more than 10,000 gold.” DuPont chuckled. “If we split it in half, we can each get more than 6000 gold.”

“Ah, that’s not much.” Deva said with some disappointment, “It seems that this vampire is still relatively young. I once heard my mentor say that they went to another country to hunt down a vampire duke who had a duchy. The duke’s castle alone contained hundreds of thousands of gold coins. This guy seems to be at most a viscount.”

DuPont suddenly felt his money had shrunk considerably: "...What kind of power does the Vampire Duke possess? Legendary?"

"Pretty much, but normally their land deeds are the most valuable. Back then, my mentor and his men liberated hundreds of thousands of people in that duchy, making them free citizens, and they also brought new faith to the church, gaining considerable merit. Because of this, these guys own properties in many cities in Faerûn. Have you found them?"

“There’s no time to look through this,” DuPont said, carefully examining the area. After a while, he finally found a few ancient land deeds in the bedside table next to the coffin.

"Hmm, they even own property in White Rock City. I have some back home, and some in Baldur's Gate, but not in Yarakh. But I can't live in these places, right? What if other vampires come knocking on my door?"

“High-ranking mages roam Yarakh, and its cathedral is one of the largest temples of the Magic Church in Faerûn. No vampires would dare to settle there, though there are quite a few liches.” Deva said, looking at the deeds DuPont had taken out, and used a light spell to illuminate her helmet.

"The church will inspect these places later. Once those vampires know that the place is known, they will probably not dare to come again. They will only need to pay one-tenth of the value of these houses to the church as tax."

“Let’s talk about that later.” DuPont looked at the carriage: “This guy abandoned flying and escaped with the carriage. I guess the most valuable items are inside the carriage. Let’s go take a look.”

Reminded of this, Deva also became curious. The two arrived at the magnificent black carriage, opened the door, and saw a coffin painted black inside.

The two exchanged a glance. Even if they put all the gold coins in it, it wouldn't hold much. And normally, if the other person had a spatial bag, they wouldn't put the coffin in the carriage.

unless
This coffin cannot be put into the spatial bag.

There was no point in saying more. The two boarded the extended carriage. The interior was extremely quiet, clearly due to a soundproofing array. The comfortable cushions were reminiscent of royal items.

Together they opened the coffin, only to find a beautiful woman in a pure white wedding dress curled up and convulsing inside. Even after the two opened the lid, she did not stop, her eyes closed as if in great pain.

Seeing the unnaturally pale skin and the bite marks still remaining on her neck, Deva drew her longsword from her waist. Just as she was about to strike, DuPont stopped her and shook his head: "She hasn't become a vampire yet. Her ritual was interrupted."

"Is that so?" Deva was somewhat surprised, but also relieved. "It's good that you reminded me in time."

“Without her master, her transformation will most likely fail, and she might end up as a mortal.” DuPont said, taking out his staff. “She could become a vampire, a blood slave, a mindless vampire monster, or a blood descendant or a mortal. All of these are possible, but it depends on her fate. Just be on guard.”

As they spoke, the sound of hooves came from behind. Upon seeing the black carriage, they immediately blew their battle whistle. However, when the priest approached and found Deva unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief: "This is... a vampire's carriage?" "Yes, as for that vampire, DuPont has already killed him." Deva jumped down from the carriage and looked at the priest: "There's a vampire who's been converted, but her ritual was interrupted. Would you like to take a look?"

"Oh? That's a low-probability event." As she spoke, Lü Na first raised her hand and cast a Daylight spell. Seeing that the people present did not show any disgust, she finally relaxed. When she boarded the carriage, her pupils suddenly widened in shock: "This is... Ariel, the eldest daughter of the city lord's family??"

"Huh?" Deva's eyes widened upon hearing this. "Is that so?"

Luna nodded solemnly and said in a low voice, "Miss Deva, this matter must not be spread. We will take that prisoner away for interrogation in a while. As for your achievements, I will report them truthfully."

“These are minor matters.” Deva was about to be polite when DuPont spoke up: “Report it. This guy is a viscount with six properties. I estimate he has servants and followers in White Rock and Beer Town. You need to hurry and arrest him tonight. Also, arrange a better room for me. I’m really exhausted.”

Luna nodded quickly after hearing this. Paladins rarely lie. According to her, the vampire was actually killed by a mage apprentice. There really are monsters among mages. "Don't worry, Your Excellency, you can stay in the church rooms tonight. I will contact White Stone City about the rest."

“No, it’s about contacting Reverend Dorothy at Northwestern College.” Dupont shook his head in rejection, then smiled slightly at Luna: “I know her well and trust her, so this suggestion should be more reliable, right?”

“Pastor Dorothy?” Luna blinked, then smiled knowingly. “Pastor Dorothy and I are old acquaintances. However, church matters are normally not subject to cross-regional enforcement. I will contact her and then communicate with Whitestone City together. She will be credited for this, so please rest assured.”

Hearing this, DuPont nodded, and the two of them went to the church under the escort of the Church Guard. When he lay down on the comfortable bed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This tiring day is finally coming to an end.

The interior is luxuriously decorated, a level above the Mist House where DuPont slept. It's clearly used to entertain VIPs, and we've benefited from it for free this time.

However, before DuPont could even wash up, there was a knock on the door, and through the peephole, he saw it was Paladin.

"Why aren't you resting so late?" DuPont opened the door, genuinely a little afraid of this unusually energetic girl; "You're not going to drag me out to catch evil again, are you?"

"Oh, how could that be?" Deva had already changed into casual clothes and said in a low voice, "I just saw that you were quite badly injured before. I didn't know if you had any hidden injuries. If you were infected by a vampire, you would need to use holy water to heal it. Otherwise, if you also become a vampire, the church will hunt you down."

Hearing this, DuPont glanced at his panel and saw that the only thing listed in the status column was "excessive blood loss," which put him at ease: "Don't worry, it's just a scratch on my neck, but it's already healed. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

As he spoke, he took off his shirt, revealing his thin yet muscular body: "It's nothing, don't worry."

Upon suddenly seeing her half-naked, Deva blushed slightly and quickly waved her hand, saying, "What are you doing? Put your clothes on."

"Hey, isn't this just about showing off my health?" DuPont said, yawning. "I'm a little sleepy. How about we talk again tomorrow? Are you afraid of the dark and want to stay here and sleep with me?"

"You're the one who's afraid of the dark." Deva snorted and said goodnight, but just as she was about to leave, she suddenly grabbed the handle of the close button and looked at DuPont: "By the way, who is Dorothy?"

"Our college's pastor is a really nice guy; he once treated my injuries for free." DuPont said, then suddenly grinned mischievously, "What's wrong? Are you jealous? Can't I have female friends if I team up with you?"

"W-what? What are you talking about? You keep spouting nonsense." The paladin puffed up his cheeks in anger and glared at DuPont. "Remember to inspect the church tomorrow. That'll be the best way to eliminate any potential problems. I'm off."

"Good night."

Sweet dreams to you too.

The paladin's room was right next door, and she felt relieved to be back in her own room.

Because of their profession, priests rarely spend time with mages, so it seems that Dorothy and DuPont are probably friends.

However, Deva was puzzled because her mother had received her plea for help, so why hadn't she seen her?
She quietly dialed the number, and that somewhat languid voice sounded again: "What's wrong, sweetheart? Wasn't your problem solved?"

"Ah, yes. Mother, how did you know?"

“I was watching from the side just now. You just didn’t notice the advanced invisibility.” Veronica’s voice was somewhat knowing. “I must say you did a very good job. I almost had to intervene twice, but you managed to resolve things perfectly on your own. That’s quite an achievement.”

The paladin chuckled, but Veronica changed the subject: "However, it's best to be cautious about these things. If I'm not in Toril, it'll be troublesome. Teleporting back and then precisely teleporting again would take at least half an hour. This kind of monster is quite dangerous for you. If DuPont isn't around, try not to provoke it alone. If anything happens, contact the church first. That's our good side's biggest advantage."

"Uh-huh."

After ending her private conversation with her daughter, the female mage's expression quickly turned cold. She glanced at the dejected middle-aged mage beside her, her eyes flashing: "It's been half an hour, and you still haven't figured out how to explain this?"

(End of this chapter)