I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 31 Our goddess is so holy!
Thomas was incredibly excited as he felt the faint magic emanating from the scroll in his hand.

Even in Harua, where there are tens of thousands of registered mages, spellcasters are still rare; a normal low-level adventure party of four might not even encounter one.

This is not surprising. Mage apprentices can stay at home and make a living by copying scrolls. Why bother going out and fighting with a group of warriors, exchanging that nearly 50% mortality rate for some unstable income?

However, it's really not good to not have a spellcaster. For one thing, without a wide-range attack spell, it's impossible to clear out hordes of monsters.

Whether it's a low-level adventurer or a monster, most ways to deal with enemies are just one-on-one attacks, but with a mage, a single Flame Hand can force those monsters back or even severely injure them, making it a perfect tactical core.

Without a spellcaster, if four people want to take down a medium-sized nest with 30 goblins, they will be easily overwhelmed if their stealth skills are not up to par and they are ganged up on. Since there are not many people with darkvision in the team, they will be unable to find advantageous terrain and will inevitably be outnumbered. In this situation, they are very likely to get injured.

If even one person is seriously injured and forced to lose their fighting ability, resulting in a loss of personnel, the balance of offense and defense of the entire four-person team will be broken, and without any trump cards to turn the tide, the team's annihilation is imminent.

Not to mention spells with high tactical value, such as Oil and Darkness, a precise casting of which can change the course of a battle and be a decisive blow.

This gives mages a superior position in the adventure party. They don't have to keep watch while sleeping, they can choose the loot first, and they can influence the leader's decisions, etc.

Even so, recruiting a mage is still very difficult if the team is short of money, especially for low-level adventure teams that have neither money nor security. In this case, using magic scrolls becomes the best option.

Although not everyone can use scrolls, magic is relatively widespread in Harua. Many adventurers, even those who are not mages, learned one or two tricks when they were young, so using low-level magical devices and scrolls is not a problem.

Back at the tavern, Thomas handed the scroll to the worried woman at the table. After carefully stroking it, she whispered, "It is indeed genuine."

"Hey, I told you this would definitely work! There aren't as many fake goods being sold around the academy as there are in other places!" Thomas said excitedly. "The Hand of Flame usually costs 11 gold, but this will save us 4 gold, enough to last us a month if we're careful. And he even said he could sell us some more if we're still here next week."

"It seems the people here are quite easy to talk to, but it's best to save money if possible, otherwise we won't make much from this job." The woman packed up the scroll: "Shall we set off now?"

"Okay, I'll go tell them to buy some more dry food and water. Let's try to scout out the situation in the next couple of days, and then we can fight a great battle and have a proper celebration."

The team has already set off, while DuPont has returned to the academy.

He had originally planned to return to continue his research on magic missiles, but Thomas's words today had disturbed his mind and made it impossible for him to concentrate on his research.

No wonder people in the academy say that 4 gold coins for a finished scroll is a good deal, and if you sell them in large quantities, you can sell them for 5 gold coins each. After all that, if they were sold outside the academy, they could sell for 9 gold coins or even more.

He originally thought that paying 30,000 copper coins to the students in a week was already outrageous, but the actual situation was that it was almost 100,000!
Being exploited for 400,000 yuan a month?! This is outrageous!

Although he had long known that the mage himself was a money-printing machine, the actual situation still greatly shocked DuPont.

No wonder this natural paladin potential was sent to become a mage at a high price. We mages are truly superior people, absolute masters!
He secretly sold two scrolls, and his fortune reached 21 gold and 8 silver. He also had 6 scrolls and 8 parchments on him. If he studied magic and improved his physical fitness next week, he should be able to protect himself in dungeons on his own.

However, the thought of his hard work being completely exploited made DuPont grit his teeth in hatred.

No wonder the academy doesn't consider the apprentices' well-being and tries to squeeze them to learn scrolls; it's really lucrative.

There are about three hundred apprentices in the academy. Even if everyone only produces 10 level 1 scrolls a week, the net profit after deducting the parchment is 27 million copper! Although the lowest level 1 apprentices don't have to do this job, don't forget that at level 3 they have to copy level 2 scrolls and sell them for more money. On average, the money earned may be much higher than that.

In other words, even if the academy only relies on the scroll project and exploits its apprentices, it can still make hundreds of millions in profit every month!
Thinking about this, DuPont really wished he were the dean of this academy. It's like making money without lifting a finger; the biggest costs would probably be the taxes to the council and the instructors' salaries.

Even though it's a business with no upfront costs, being a hostess requires a good service attitude; you need to be able to greet older men who try to take advantage of you with a smile.

But the thought that he was the one being exploited, and that all he was doing was wasting experience points and time copying the scrolls, only to make that dog of a dean named Lavoisier richer, made DuPont extremely annoyed and disgusted.

Damn it, I don't want to do this anymore. I'm going to pack up my buckets and run away. I want to take control of my own life!

However, DuPont gradually calmed down when he saw the academy's gates.

You're a seasoned veteran at dealing with these kinds of things; you should be used to it by now.
I'm still too weak right now. The most sensible thing to do is to build up my experience like I did in my previous life, and then look for an opportunity to switch jobs when I meet the requirements.

After finally calming himself down, DuPont copied a scroll, meditated again, and began practicing his magic missiles.

He must graduate as soon as possible and become a formal monk.

Once he becomes a level 5 mage, he will no longer be exploited by the academy. Even if he doesn't hold a position in the academy or the council, he can still receive a substantial special allowance by reporting to the capital every year, allowing him to fleece Harua.

[26 days left until you pay off your loan]

"Goddess of Magic, holy and beautiful, radiant with wisdom, envelop you!"

"With hearts full of passion, we come to your temple."

The booming sound of the pipe organ seeped through the cracks in the stained glass of the rose window. A gentle-faced young girl with long, silver-white hair, dressed in a pure white monk's robe, held an incense burner and conducted the rhythm before the crowd. Apprentices, dressed in light blue robes, stood in formation on the stairs, singing hymns to the sorceress. The musicians in the orchestra closed their eyes and remained solemn. The sacred hymns echoed repeatedly in this magnificent and spacious temple, deeply moving the soul.

DuPont, who got up very early, was one of them. He tried his best to keep a straight face and sing along with everyone in a song praising the goddess, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

At this time, the sorceress was the second-generation goddess Mystra. If DuPont remembered correctly, she was a legendary harlot comparable to the goddess of love, Sunee, with countless concubines and a multitude of illegitimate children under her command. Her lovers included her chosen ones, believers, her daughter, her daughter's husband, her daughter's son, and so on.
She was a true heroine among rotten pants, the kind of leading lady who would have been a top-tier female protagonist in a female-oriented novel in her previous life.

The only creatures in the multiverse that could be worse than these two groins are probably the elven deities who can switch genders at will and indulge in four kinds of love.

This is not surprising, as the second-generation goddess of magic is said to have originally been just an ordinary shepherdess. However, due to the unfortunate death of the first goddess of magic, she became the new vessel for the three powerful divine functions of magic, magic network, and spells, and thus gained great divine power.

To suddenly go from an ordinary person to one of the most powerful gods in the world is an absurdity that is many dimensions greater than a poor boy suddenly becoming a nouveau riche. Therefore, it is not difficult to understand the goddess's willfulness and debauchery. If she suddenly had such an extraordinary encounter, she would probably be no better than Mystra.

So what if my crotch is ripped? At most, I can only think about it in my head. If anyone dares to say it out loud, I'll punish them and they're finished.

Not to mention that creating a new body is nothing unusual for a deity. According to the current process, it should be considered 99% new.

(End of this chapter)