I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 176 Messenger

"A land deed for Waterdeep? That's quite a valuable item."

Perhaps it was because of the hot weather, but the person in charge who stayed behind was dressed very lightly. When she sat down, her originally straight robe became slightly wrinkled, and the curve of her waist could be seen with just a glance.

However, DuPont wasn't just there to talk nonsense. He briefly explained the origin of the land deed, and the other party immediately understood: "The ancestral property of vampires? These cunning and treacherous fellows are truly everywhere. I checked and it doesn't seem to be in the city, so the value would be slightly lower. I think it's around 8000 gold coins."

"What about this one?" DuPont took out another Baldur's Gate card. The priestess shook her head after looking at it: "This one isn't very good. Although it's a villa in the city, it's in the old town of Baldur's Gate, which is now adjacent to the lower town. I estimate it's only worth about 3000 gold coins."

DuPont nodded, which was not much different from what the people on the black market had told him: "I wonder if the pastor can help me find a buyer? If so, I'm willing to offer half a percent commission."

The female priest nodded after hearing this. Earning several hundred gold coins just by talking was certainly a good deal: "I can help you with the Waterdeep City issue, but the old house in Baldur's Gate is not so easy to sell, and I can't guarantee it."

DuPont smiled and put the card away: "It's alright. In fact, I only need a fixed 8000 gold coins for this property in Waterdeep. Any extra can be the priest's fee. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Shana couldn't help but smile, and her voice softened considerably: "What, are you so short of money, sir?"

“As a mage, you can never have too much money.” DuPont looked a little annoyed. “Intelligence headbands that can improve learning speed are fine. You can buy one and use it for at least a few years before you have to worry about recharging it. But alchemical potions that can improve concentration are never enough, not to mention that I also want to have my own magic laboratory.”

“Gold coins are indeed a good thing.” Shana bent down and took out a large money bag from her waist pouch, along with a headband that shone with golden light.

"I don't have much cash here, only about 500 platinum coins. This +4 smart headband is normally worth around 4000. Whether you use it yourself or exchange it for cash, I don't think I'm taking advantage of you."

DuPont picked up the headband with some surprise. It was obviously not a fake, although he had a better one. But this thing was easy to sell: "Priest, isn't this a bit much? Aren't you losing money?"

"It doesn't matter. Making it yourself isn't that expensive. Anyway, selling it there only incurs a minimum 20% tax. As long as you need it, that's fine." Shana smiled. "If you have time to train in Waterdeep City in the future, you can come to the church there to find me. The Firestarter Church greatly admires young people like you. The Black Staff Tower there also gathers many talented young people from the North. I think it would be very beneficial for you two to communicate with each other then."

DuPont nodded in agreement, a look of longing on his face: "Excuse my ignorance, is the current owner of the Black Staff Tower still Lord Kelburn?"

“No, it’s his grandson, young Kelben.” Shana shook her head. “Old Kelben hasn’t been seen in the city for a long time. Some citizens even say he’s dead. But this legendary mage has probably just retired. After all, he’s over 900 years old and must be tired of all this.”

DuPont seemed thoughtful after hearing this.

Kelben Black Staff is a renowned figure, arguably the second most important member of the Mystra Chosen after Elminster. In his early years, he fought against the unmagical Felin, who indirectly destroyed the Nether Empire, and also participated in the Weeping War, emerging unscathed. He is one of the Harpists' hidden leaders, and the destruction of those villains who once swaggered through Faerûn was directly or indirectly linked to him. He personally forged the genuine artifact, a simply designed black staff. While his Black Staff Tower doesn't reach the scale of Harua Academy, it boasts a wealth of elites and wields considerable influence throughout Faerûn.

If one could meet this legendary figure and receive his guidance, it would indeed be of great benefit.

If I could get in touch with him, I might even get to meet the Seven Sisters of the North. If I could get to know them, it would be much easier to obtain the status of a Mystra Voter. Maybe I wouldn't even need a legend anymore, and I wouldn't have to suffer here every day anymore.

Seeing that DuPont remained silent, Shana knew that he was probably somewhat interested, so she pressed her advantage and said, "I am quite familiar with Pastor Dorothy. When you have time, you can come and enjoy the scenery of the North. There are delicious cold-water fish and hospitable residents. You can also see snow and wind that Harua has never seen. I believe the North will definitely make your trip worthwhile."

"Putting everything else aside, I will never forget the enthusiasm of the Fire-Headed Pastors. I will definitely come over to bother them when the time comes." DuPont smiled and got up to take his leave, without making eye contact with the female pastor who was already exuding a hunting aura: "Then I will celebrate the success of the Midsummer Festival in advance."

The pastor looked somewhat disappointed, unsure whether the young man hadn't felt her charm or had other concerns, but she still smiled and saw DuPont to the door.

Although Dorothy had warned her fiercely last night not to cross the line, otherwise they might not be able to remain friends in the future, once the line was drawn, wasn't it meant to be tested?
Not to mention, if the other party can't resist the temptation, then you can't blame yourself.

After all, a young man had doubts about love, and as Shuni's pastor, she naturally had to give him some guidance and explain the meaning and way of love in detail.

Otherwise, if the other party goes astray and takes the wrong path in the future, wouldn't everyone regret it too late, and no one would have anything to eat?

"Oh dear, why is that handsome young man gone?" Lisa looked at DuPont's departing figure with some disappointment. She had just gotten a new hairstyle. "Priest, I think I've fallen in love. Can you ease my heartache?"

The trainee pastor standing nearby couldn't help but retort, "This is the fourth time you've fallen in love this year, almost once a month. If it happens any more frequently, you'll probably be good enough to be the pastor of the 'Lady of Pleasure.' You're completely ruining our reputation."

Lisa was furious: "You talk as if you have a low frequency! I wonder who was the shameless person who went to change their underwear just now? Did you become so promiscuous just from a hug?"

"Alright, he's just an outstanding young man. Why are you all attacking each other like this?" Shana said indifferently, "I've told you more than once that you should be reserved and tactful when facing outsiders. We are messengers of love, not those lustful women who don't care about their dignity!"

Several trainee priests immediately lowered their heads and obediently accepted the instruction. Shana snorted coldly: "Men are caught by hooking them. Maintaining a good distance and mystery will improve your status in his heart. Not everyone is susceptible to enthusiasm. Every smile and gesture of yours may affect the success of the hunt."

You lot are really something, fighting amongst yourselves without a care in the world. Now that he's scared you away, you're blaming each other. Everyone go copy a passage from the scriptures, then write a 500-word reflection. No one is allowed to leave the house until they've finished!

(End of this chapter)