I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 170 Lively
When the song ended, the hall erupted in applause, and even the bard couldn't help but clap along.

Although the lyrics are quite cheesy, they are very suitable for Midsummer's Day. Combined with his slightly immature voice, although unprofessional, it is quite likable. It is very suitable as an opening song, and it is also great for flirting.

However, he felt that the tone was a bit thin, but judging from the other person's appearance, he seemed to be a novice and not a bard. It was quite impressive that he could do this well.

If you find a master to train you for a month or two, you might just become a true bard.

Thinking of this, the young bard couldn't help but marvel.

Is this the younger generation of Harua? This is truly monstrous talent.

No, it's just Northwest College, one of the two poorest and most backward areas in Harua.

Is this the essence of the land of mages?

Returning the lute to the poet, DuPont patted Lilith's waist, who was clinging to him like a koala. Just as he was about to speak, she bit his ear: "What, are you just going to put me down like this? I don't want to squeeze into that stinky tent tonight."

"Then come to my room?" DuPont whispered, but received no reply, as the other person had already buried his face in his robe.

With someone clinging to him, it was clear he couldn't eat. Amid the cheers of the crowd, DuPont waved his hand and, as if showing off, picked up the girl from his arms and carried her away, leaving the attending academy instructors stunned.

Although the church in Sunny is indeed open-minded, and it is said that even that goddess would attend parties and party all night, it is rare for someone to win over a trainee pastor just by singing a song.

Is this the legendary seduction? But that's a professional technique only high-level bards possess. DuPont is usually a homebody, how could he possibly know such a thing?

Benjamin was consumed by jealousy.

As a magic mentor, he was naturally not short of beautiful women around him. Even though Whitestone City was indeed somewhat underdeveloped, as long as you could afford it, you could still meet any kind of beauty, it was just a matter of price.

Even a seductive drow elf once visited the black market. According to the slave-catching team, it took many lives to capture her, and she was a female priest who believed in the drow.

Although the slave-catching team's lies were eventually exposed, the female drow was actually a slave girl from a defeated family that they had bought at a high price in Menzoberranzan, and she had also lost the Spider Queen's favor and could no longer cast divine spells, making her utterly destitute.

Even in her most destitute state, she was still a noblewoman from a wealthy family, and a rare and ruthless Drow elf. Even though she used to kill people faster than a pig, now, under the soul contract, she was as gentle and docile as a family maid. Moreover, her skills were exceptionally unique, and the price of 20 gold per session still kept the place packed every day. The long queues made even the honey water vendors outside a small fortune.

Unfortunately, these drow are too dark; even with candles lit at night, you might not be able to find them, which makes the experience less fun.

It is said that the female pastors of the Shuni Church possess unique seductive skills. Although many people privately contemptuously call them sluts, these pastors are exceptionally arrogant. Another major function of the goddess of love is beauty, which makes everyone in her church a member of the "looks-matter" club.

If you have a connection with someone, you might not only not charge them a penny, but you might even lose money if they don't like you. If they don't like you, spending more money is a waste, as they won't even bother to look at you.

There are plenty of rich people, but if a lover's looks don't meet Shuni's aesthetic standards, then she won't be able to advance her career and will have lost all her investment.
A middle-aged mage like him, who is not good-looking to begin with and is no longer young, would be ignored even if he offered a ring worth a thousand gold pieces. If he actually went up to him, he would only humiliate himself and become a laughing stock among those shrewish young women.

Of course, Benjamin wouldn't do something that would lower his status, but he was somewhat annoyed.

Sigh, those paladins were practically bulging their eyes out, but why didn't a single one of them come up and challenge DuPont to a duel and give this arrogant brat a good beating?

That's incredibly cowardly.

As the reception banquet drew to a close, Benjamin shook hands with the visitors and prepared to say goodbye. It was getting late, and he was about to return to his temporary dormitory for the night when he suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Hey, DuPont seems to have a girlfriend in Beer Town who's also a paladin, and apparently works in the guard.

Why not write her a letter and have her come over to catch them in the act? Wouldn't that be a good show to watch?

Thinking of this, Benjamin couldn't stop smiling. He took out a piece of paper and with a thought, a line of words and a picture were automatically imprinted on the paper.

The magic printing technique is simple and convenient. Nowadays, newspapers and books can use this magic, which is much faster than copying.

The letter was tied to the owl's leg, and Benjamin's eyes shone with a blue light. As the light faded, the messenger flapped its wings and disappeared into the night.

In Beer Town, Deva was yawning and reviewing the latest documents when there was a knock on the door. "Captain, there's a letter for you." "For me?" Deva was puzzled. All her friends, except for DuPont, had her communication rune codes, and DuPont was known for only communicating in person. "Who sent it?"

"I don't know. A plump white owl was left at the security station and then it left." The guard on duty that night shook his head: "Captain, be careful. I've heard that these things might be cursed. Who knows, someone might try to harm you."

Deva nodded, took out her divine symbol to test it, and found nothing unusual. She then put on a pair of spell-resistant gloves: "Thank you for delivering the message. Go back now, and remember not to make any mistakes tonight."

After the guard left, Deva opened the envelope, glanced at it, and immediately flew into a rage.

The letter contained little information, but the image of DuPont embracing a voluptuous young woman was very clear. The time was written as 18 PM tonight at Northwest College, hosting members of the Firestart Church.

Ugh, DuPont, that indecent guy! We asked him to entertain us, and this is how he entertained us?
However, just as Deva was angrily preparing to catch her husband cheating, she suddenly thought of a problem.

Who sent this letter? Is it a rumor?

Even if it's not a rumor, did the sender have ulterior motives and want to cause a rift between him and DuPont?
Or to put it more bluntly, did they really intend to use this method to trick her into going out and lure her into an ambush in the wilderness, as the guard said?
Thinking this through, Deva calmly tossed the letter aside, only to see it suddenly burst into flames without any wind, turning to ashes.

Hmm, that makes it even more suspicious. Destroying the evidence directly means he doesn't want me to know his contact information.

Thinking of this, Deva stopped rushing and took off the armor she was halfway through putting on.

Sigh, you want me to go out and find DuPont? I'm not going.

I'll ask him myself later.

Ugh, it's so inconvenient that DuPont doesn't have a communication runestone. This guy seems to be a bit short on cash lately. Should I buy one and give it to him? That way, I can talk to him when I'm bored at night.

But wouldn't that make me seem too proactive? What if DuPont looks down on me?
The paladin couldn't help but puff up his cheeks in anger at the memory of DuPont's sly grin.

That guy's smug look is so annoying, I want to punch him every time I see it.

Thinking about this, Deva suddenly thought of another question.

Even if DuPont did have a girlfriend, what does that have to do with her?

Although I was really unhappy and the two of us were very close, regardless of the other person's age or practical issues, we basically had no way or opportunity to finalize our relationship.

If I were to go and catch them in the act, it would be illegitimate and I would only make a fool of myself, which would be embarrassing for both me and DuPont.

Thinking of this, the paladin girl clenched her fists and looked at the sandbag in the yard.

"Aaaaaaah! DuPont, you bastard!!"

While the sandbags were being launched, Benjamin was chewing on hemp seeds at the academy gate, pretending to admire the moon.

However, even after his butt went numb from sitting, the paladin still hadn't arrived.

What's going on? Has the paladin fallen asleep and not received the message?
At 10 p.m., Benjamin slunk back to his room, but still unwilling to give up, he wrote another letter.

However, this time the mail was delivered at 6 a.m.

The paladin should be up by six o'clock, but DuPont, this novice, has suddenly been favored by a beautiful woman, so he must be indulging in too much sex and probably won't be able to get up. If he gets up early tomorrow morning, he'll most likely still be caught in the act.

Thinking of this, Benjamin wrote another letter and fed the messenger a large spoonful of birdseed before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even more teachers and students will be returning to school tomorrow morning, and when the other party comes knocking, it will probably be even more interesting to watch.

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