I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 33 Organizing
In the towns of Faerûn, you might not find a hospital or a council hall, but you will definitely find three iconic buildings: a church, a tavern, and a brothel.
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A guide to the Faron region from Varo

Although the place looked familiar, DuPont didn't pay too much attention to it. After inquiring about where he could do volunteer work, DuPont followed a few elderly people to the church warehouse, where he would receive the common people who came to pray after the apprentices had left.

Strictly speaking, the chapel within the college belongs exclusively to the college. However, during Sundays when it is closed, it also encounters ordinary people who come to worship. Most of these visitors are dressed in fine clothes and are quite wealthy. Some are parents of students who come to see their children and attend a service, while others simply come from afar because the college's shrine is the most luxurious and extravagant in the area, and they have come with a pilgrimage mentality.

There weren't many residents in the surrounding area; those who came either needed help or required the pastor's assistance to heal diseases that the village doctors and folk remedies couldn't cure with divine magic.

The church treats most believers equally, and the tasks of volunteers are basically only a few: distributing communion, preaching sermons, guiding donors to the correct donation boxes, and receiving important guests to the places they want to go.

The activity of distributing communion can be done by ordinary people in the church, the reading and explanation of the scriptures is the pastor's job and DuPont basically doesn't understand it either, the fundraising is led by old deacons and old nuns, and in the end, all DuPont can do is the last thing.

When they were alone, Dorothy called DuPont over. The beautiful woman's sweeping gaze was like that of a wildcat eyeing a hamster, making even an experienced driver like DuPont dare not meet her eyes.

It wasn't that DuPont was cowardly, but last time he only slept for 40 minutes in the infirmary and lost 1 point of his physical strength. He really couldn't understand what Dorothy and that female doctor named Sophie had done to him.

Although he is indeed not very old, normally even if he does some strenuous exercise, he shouldn't be so physically exhausted.

It's completely unreasonable that he only temporarily lost 1 point after fighting the gray wolf and being bitten.

However, to DuPont's relief, Dorothy did not apply pressure directly. She simply touched his left arm with her clean and soft hands, and a pale green light flashed by. The original scars and wounds healed completely in the next second, and even the pain disappeared, leaving only a tingling itch.

The bandage came off, and DuPont looked at his arm with some curiosity, only to have the person in front of him point a finger at his chest: "Very good. By the way, aren't you short of money? Be alert later and take those guests who need atonement to the confessional one by one. Remember to be smart but keep your mouth shut and don't say anything out of line. We've never had a problem with leaking guests' privacy."

DuPont blinked when he heard this, and obediently followed Dorothy to the church’s backyard. After passing through several rooms and being checked by several guards, he finally arrived at a changing room.

"Alright, go inside and change your clothes. Remember to hurry, it's almost 10 o'clock."

It's all so mysterious.
DuPont opened the door with a silent murmur. The room had no windows, only a large wooden wardrobe, a mirror, and a chair. The room was dimly lit, but the candlesticks embedded in the wall lit up automatically after he entered, and there was a faint scent of grass in the corner.

Opening the wardrobe, all the clothes inside were of the same style: a butler's robe made of black and blue. But to DuPont's surprise, the robe had an automatic slimming function when worn, and the size was just right.

Looking into the full-length mirror in the room, his black robe, like a vertical curtain of night, cascaded from his neck to his ankles. The lightweight magical cloth absorbed all stray light while remaining breathable. The high collar reached his chin, tightly covering every inch of his skin, revealing only a section of his wrist when he extended his arm. There, a worn silver clasp engraved with tiny seven-star magic patterns adorned the clasp. Silver tassels hung from the cuffs and the hem of the robe, and at his waist was a ceremonial dagger made of pure silver, which, according to the system's reminder, could even be sold for 100 gold coins.

Looking at himself in the mirror, DuPont couldn't help but admire how much more handsome the church robes were than those of a mage apprentice. He quickly tidied himself up and went out. Dorothy looked at the young man in front of her and nodded in satisfaction. She stepped forward to help him adjust the seven-strand black silk ropes of his robe, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Those old fogies all say they don’t look good in their clothes. I’ve said before that these clothes were designed for young men, but unfortunately there are very few men in Harua who are willing to be priests these days, and even fewer with a well-proportioned figure. They still insist that the design is flawed; they really have no taste.” Dupont blinked, not daring to speak. The subtle breaths from the priest’s voice made his face itch.

Perhaps it was because he was adjusting his clothes and standing too close, but the female pastor's somewhat plump body kept rubbing against his, causing him a slightly awkward feeling. He could only lower his head and pretend to be clueless.

With the two of them almost touching, DuPont's changes naturally did not escape Dorothy's notice. A blush flashed across the priestess's face, but she continued to stroke the boy's sleeve as if she had not seen anything, and even looked at the boy's blushing face with a hint of arrogance when he lowered his eyes.

“Although they are sinners, they may be very distinguished people who come here. We can’t afford to be inappropriately dressed when we receive them. Maintaining elegance and etiquette is of paramount importance to the church.” The female pastor spoke to herself, as if explaining her behavior. But as she spoke, she took another step forward. Dupont looked flustered and stepped back, but there was a wall behind him. Where could he go to retreat?
With her waist and legs raised, the female priest's rounded thighs rested beneath DuPont, bringing their bodies even closer. The priest's smooth robe, made of expensive silk, gently rubbed against the hem of DuPont's monk's robe. The previous awkwardness completely dissipated, and even DuPont's breathing became somewhat heavy.

Hearing the breaths of the handsome young man before her, which he could no longer control, the female priest's eyes were playful. She chuckled softly, her slender fingers slipping inside the young man's robe, tracing down his smooth skin, and she pursed her lips.

So young and juicy.

Just as the pastor was about to take things further, the church bells rang out. Dorothy gave a slightly displeased snort, put her legs down, and placed a pure gold seven-star emblem in Dupont's hand. Her expression was somewhat displeased as she spoke: "Alright, you're quite presentable now. Those sinners who come to confess are waiting for salvation. Remember not to say or do anything, and don't look at these sinners. You just need to open the door to room number 1 and hand them the emblem. Then lead these people to the confessional. Wait for them as they go in, and move them to the next room after they come out. That's all you have to do."

"However, if someone is willing to express their feelings, you may accept them. Your task will be completed once all the sinners have left, but remember not to reveal the guests' information to anyone, nor to tell anyone that you have done this job, otherwise you will be in court if something goes wrong."

"Remember, never do anything unnecessary, this is very important!"

"Oh." DuPont nodded blankly and followed Dorothy into the waiting room, only letting out a sigh of relief as the pastor turned to leave.

Fortunately, I managed to hold my nerve and the bell rang in time; otherwise, I might have been teased and embarrassed on the spot.

As she watched DuPont enter the waiting room, Dorothy gently touched her chest; her overly active heart made her breathing a little rapid.

Suppressing her impatience, she found the white-haired girl who had been giving orders earlier and forced a kind smile: "Angie, DuPont may be back in an hour. When he does, could you please take back the holy emblem from his hand? I have some urgent business to attend to."

The girl nodded blankly, and Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to her room.

As she walked away, the girl looked troubled and rubbed her temples.

What is all this?!
Is this what the adult world is like?

But that guy named DuPont doesn't seem to be that much older than me.
(End of this chapter)