I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 35 The Little Boy and the Bad Priest

Chi is undoubtedly a magical power. In the hands of a monk, it can be used to enhance attacks, intimidate enemies, increase jumping ability, and even be used as magic to release fireballs. It can be seen as a supernatural ability similar to magic.

Warriors don't have many fancy abilities; they use their qi for only one very simple effect: healing injuries.

Although it lacks creativity, this ability is quite practical. Sometimes there isn't enough time to drink healing potions on the battlefield, but Qi can be activated instantly, restoring injuries equivalent to almost a large bottle of healing potions.

You could say that using it once saves you 20 gold coins.

However, DuPont was somewhat dismissive.

He was more interested in mastering the "Tidal Wave" movement technique, but he was currently stuck by this Qi ability. This meant that if he wanted to master the Warrior skill on his own, he would need at least 2500 gold coins, or he would need to accumulate 2000 experience points to choose Warrior when leveling up.

Using experience points to directly acquire a second profession is tantamount to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. Doing so will prevent you from using a small amount of experience points to upgrade your part-time profession. In fact, from a cost-effectiveness perspective, it's better to be a pure mage and avoid the experience point loss caused by part-time work.

But where did he get so much money?
So, should I buy books and study on my own?

He can afford one-tenth of the price now that he has some savings, but even if he had all the books, it would probably take him several months or even a year to master a new profession, making him basically no different from the indigenous people.

Warriors in the old system weren't so complicated. They didn't have a fighting style or aura, but mastering two combat feats wasn't much easier than these requirements. They also didn't have the core skill of "Tidal Wave" that changed a warrior's fate. Doing so could be considered turning back the clock and was completely not worth it.

As I pondered, the door to the confessional opened again, but still no one appeared; only that emotionless call came: "Next."

Room number three was also the last room here. DuPont humbly opened the door again, but this time his pupils contracted.

He had seen those high heels before.
However, this time the 'culprit' seemed not to recognize DuPont, and simply said, "Lead the way."

After escorting the third guest inside, DuPont had another platinum coin in his hand. As he played with the still-warm coin, his mind was in turmoil.

Although there was no accurate information, judging from the conversation of the first two people and the intelligence he had seen, this confessional should be completely different from those confessionals open to the public. These 'sinners' were more likely here to do something secret than to atone for their sins.

This can be seen from the fact that none of them left through the entrance.

If that's the case, then why am I, someone who has little connection with the church, here?

DuPont frowned slightly as a possibility came to mind.

The key issue is that he has little to do with the church and wouldn't normally know these people.

Judging from the arrangement of this confessional, all the 'sinners' do not want to see other sinners. They come here to 'atone' but also require absolute privacy. Only if these conditions are guaranteed will they confess to the pastor in the confessional.

In this situation, to avoid a collision, someone is needed to guide the way. He, being of low ability, young and without connections, is naturally well-suited to be the middleman. Moreover, he will be on display the whole time, making it easier for these 'culprits' to be held accountable if anything goes wrong. In case of problems, he can also serve as a witness, providing the most effective and authentic third-party information.

Having figured out the concept, DuPont couldn't help but curse inwardly.

No wonder he was so generous with the tip; it turns out that if something happened, his personal safety might really be threatened. Dorothy's advice was absolutely essential.
Yet, despite the extremely low probability of this happening, he actually recognized the third criminal.
He doesn't know many people, and since the guide isn't masked, anyone could recognize him. What if this third-in-command takes his anger out on him?
Just as DuPont was pondering, the door opened again, and still no one came out. Only that calm voice said, "You can go now. Remember to return the emblem to the priest who guided you."

It didn't last long, about 10 minutes. He got up to leave, and as DuPont left the reception room, the warm sunlight warmed him, and he raised his hand to shield his forehead.

I'm just here to work and study. Whether you're plotting or confessing, don't drag me into this.

However, on his return, DuPont did not see Dorothy, but only the silver-haired girl he recognized earlier. Looking into her innocent eyes, DuPont felt inexplicably guilty, especially since she had only nodded to him and left after handing him the Holy Symbol, as if talking to him was a waste of time.

Is this church really that busy?

As Dupont opened the door to the changing room and was about to take off his robe, he suddenly heard a somewhat eerie male voice.

Do you want to confront your fears?

DuPont was immediately alarmed upon hearing this.

Holy crap, I've already transmigrated to Faerûn, how come there's still a God Realm?

Do you want to overcome your weaknesses?

DuPont remained silent, cautiously scanning the approximately 20-square-meter changing room, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

But at that moment, DuPont felt his mind become somewhat dizzy, as if an invisible force had taken control of his mind, binding him to this place.

He was the only one acting strangely, but the male voice behind him was still chanting a bizarre poem.

"Beautiful young man, I am the lady's servant, an angel who has come to earth to help you."

"I sensed your distress, and in accordance with the lady's will, I came to the mortal realm to search for your whereabouts."

"There's no need to try to find me. I'm not in reality. My presence is in your consciousness. I am a divine messenger, a gift, and the fear you are about to overcome."

"Open your heart to me, faithful follower of the Lady." The voice drew closer, almost as if it were behind him, removing DuPont's half-undone robe: "Do not fear, this is but a small trial. I will bring you the Lady's grace, unlock your former shackles, and grant you a completely new understanding of this world."

As they were talking, a hand landed on DuPont's shoulder, and a man's figure suddenly appeared in the candlelight, swallowing hard as he looked at the handsome young man in front of him.

Most apprentices in the magic academy are lazy, so it's rare to see someone so good-looking and with such a great figure.

Suggestion is truly a very useful and magical technique...
"Obey, beautiful boy, and you will gain glory and blessings. Under the lady's gaze, you will gain new authority," the man continued hypnotizing him, his fingers eager to tear off the boy's underwear. But before he could succeed, his toes suddenly felt a piercing pain that would force him to his knees. His efforts to maintain his concentration on the spell were completely interrupted. He looked up and saw a pair of cold, furious eyes.

"You've got the wrong target, you idiot!" DuPont grabbed the man's hair, pulled up the body of the pervert who had collapsed in pain, and without hesitation, slashed the ceremonial dagger at his waist directly at the man's neck.

A flash of silver light, a gushing of blood, and the man in the priest's robes fell to the ground, clutching the wound on his neck with both hands. He was spitting out blood and trying to cast a divine spell, but just as the light carrying the breath of life was about to appear, DuPont stepped on his neck from behind and forced the spell back down.

"Die to me!"

(End of this chapter)