I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 173 Letter

When DuPont returned to his dormitory, he found Paladin teasing Gugu with a displeased expression.

The silly, fat bird kept making happy cooing sounds, rubbing its forehead against her fingers, and there was a small letterbox on its leg.

Oh, my messenger has returned?

I glanced over and saw that my dog ​​had brought back a dove, but it was obviously a little timid. It stood outside the window watching the dogs interact inside, with a small twig in its beak. It stretched its neck and peered in, but it didn't dare to come in.

"Hey, this guy's actually back." DuPont put down his breakfast and, seeing that only one person was in the room, asked, "Lilith went back?"

"I guess so." The paladin shrugged and snorted, "What, you want them to stay here? You're a little reluctant to let them leave, aren't you?"

"That's a good thing. We're guests from afar. If we don't treat them well, won't people criticize us? They won't say that we're impolite, but that Northwest College or even the people of Harua are uncivilized."

DuPont then took out a cup: "Try it. I feel that the local specialties from other places taste better than milk."

Having slept poorly last night and woken up early again, Deva was clearly in a bad mood. She glanced at the white liquid and pouted, "I didn't do anything yesterday, how could I be as hungry as you?"

That was a difficult question to answer, but DuPont chose to fight fire with fire: "By the way, what were you guys talking about just now?"

"It's a bit like a philosophical question, isn't it?" The paladin licked the honey pot hard. "This guy actually wants to preach to me and even uses that legendary paladin from their church to intimidate me. Little does he know that the great master used to come to Harua to give lectures. I can be considered her student."

"Oh? The Church of Sunny has paladins, and legendary ones at that?" DuPont couldn't help but be curious after hearing this. "If they can teach you, they must be traditional paladins. I remember most people in this church are from the free-spirited, benevolent camp. This is quite rare."

“The church doesn’t force alignment; most gods can accept believers from several factions. Even in countries that worship evil gods, they still teach ordinary people to pay taxes honestly.” As she spoke, Deva couldn’t help but recall the annoying female priest’s last words, and murmured weakly to herself, “The legend of the vow of pure love, it’s simply a miracle.”

"A vow of pure love?" DuPont asked, somewhat surprised. "What kind of vow is that?"

“I don’t understand either. In fact, I don’t even know how my mentor, as a traditional paladin, was able to receive the oath’s recognition and the powerful gift.” Thinking of this, Deva was a little discouraged: “This path can basically only be understood by the followers of the Fire-Haired Lady, but this power is extremely difficult to control. It is possible that one was a high-level warrior yesterday, but suddenly the oath collapsed and all power returned to nothingness. This is also one of the paladins who have fallen into the Dark Guardian the most.”

She sighed as she spoke: "Even the Fire-Haired Church doesn't really recommend choosing this oath anymore. Of course, not everyone can be recognized by this oath. Compared to other paladins who at least have a track record and can be trained, the stability is far inferior."

“That’s really not going to work.” DuPont shook his head. “There are too many temptations in this world, and there are evil gods and demons that specifically tempt people to fall. Even if she can always stick to her original heart, her partner may not have such a firm will. I think only two paladins who both follow this path can better keep this oath.”

"What you're saying has already been tried by others, but the results are mediocre. After all, it's not like you can become a legend just by taking this path. And if you choose the wrong oath, the possibility of falling into corruption is quite high, which is why even the Fire-Haired Church doesn't recommend it."

DuPont nodded after hearing this. Paladins were even rarer than mages, and given the prevailing atmosphere in Faerûn, choosing this path was indeed too difficult, with the risks far outweighing the rewards: "So, she was just trying to recommend this oath to you? I didn't expect her to be so cunning."

“That’s not it. After all, the oath is strong enough, but firstly, I don’t know how to get the recognition of this oath, and secondly, where would I find someone worthy of doing this?” Deva said, giving DuPont a sideways glance. “Don’t you think so?”

“I told you you should eat something. It’s getting a bit cold. It’s really bad for your health to stay hungry.” DuPont pushed the bread away. “Aren’t you going to the morning meeting today? It’s not good to go hungry.” After a few seconds of silence, Deva took the plate and pointed to the fat dove that was quickly showing off its food. “Is this your messenger? It looks like it has a letter.”

“I’d almost forgotten, you didn’t mention it. It was almost half a month ago.” DuPont said, taking the letter off the pigeon’s leg. “I don’t know if it went out to find a mate or to receive letters.”

“It’s the month of prosperity, isn’t it?” Deva looked at the cooerdog outside, its head tilted, carrying a twig but too afraid to come in, and for some reason felt a little down. “Humans celebrate Midsummer’s Day, so birds should too.”

DuPont responded with a shout, opened the mailbox, and his pupils dilated in shock upon seeing the signature.

This turned out to be his adopted father, whom he had never met.

Holy crap, has DuPont, this poor kid who was left to fend for himself, finally been remembered by his father?
Upon opening the letter, the handwriting was extremely messy, clearly indicating that the writer was not very skilled. After just a couple of glances, the contents of the letter gave DuPont a headache.

Dear DuPont.

When I learned that you had made rapid progress, I knew that my initial choice was correct.

Although many people say that you don't have much of a future on the path of a mage, and even your mother's close friend said that you are more suited to be a paladin, countless examples have proven that how can such impulsive fools live long? I really don't want you to follow in your mother's footsteps.

Rather than seeking fame and fortune, I would much rather you grow up healthy. Even if you don't graduate, as long as you stay there successfully for five years, it would be good if you came back and helped me manage the territory's taxes and debts. After all, I'm really not good at these kinds of things.

My health is pretty good. Your younger brother has grown taller and can now eat more than me in one meal. According to your Uncle Heywood, he seems to have the talent of a sorcerer, but I feel that something is wrong. After all, no one in our family has any special bloodline. I hope I'm just overthinking it.

Last year's income was alright. I mailed you 100 gold coins, which should arrive by the end of the month or the beginning of the hottest period. I originally wanted to mail you more, but those debt collectors are really annoying. Your young uncle is also a worry. I warned him that if he dares to go to the casino again, I will break his legs, but I don't think he listened.

I don't know why your mother has such an unreliable younger brother. If you ever have a trial mission in the future, never hire a bard like that; they'll only mess everything up.

I heard you're doing well over there, and even the church people think highly of you. So there's no need to rush home. If you have the chance, try to go to Yalach. Big cities like that offer much better development opportunities and climate than a run-down place like Huangsha Town. There's really no future here in your hometown, and even the local girls aren't very pretty, not good enough for you.

When you have the money, buy some decent clothes, dress yourself up nicely, and make more friends. You never know when you might need them, so don't be stingy with your money.

The house you acquired belongs to Sir Phoenix. I never imagined he was a vampire. I've already asked my old friends at the church to help clean it up. You can stay there when you come back. His land is quite nice. I've already asked the tenants to help take care of it. I estimate I can get more than 300 gold coins from it. I'll send it to you after it's sold.

If you don't have enough money, write to me again. In a few months, it will be harvest season. This year, those blue dragons didn't cause much trouble. Whether it's our family or the tenants' camels, we only lost about 20. I estimate that our financial situation will be much better this year.

I hope you are doing well. Love, Father.

The prosperous month of the 21st.

(End of this chapter)