I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 36 Throat Cutting
The man's eyes revealed utter terror. With his last bit of strength, he extended a finger to DuPont, as if begging for his forgiveness. However, the boy in front of him remained indifferent, watching him lose strength little by little. Only when he lowered his raised arm did the boy remove his foot from DuPont's neck, cursing under his breath.

Although I knew beforehand that some of the pastors in this church liked little boys, and he wouldn't mind dressing up as a cute little boy if it suited his aesthetic, you old man should get as far away as possible and not come here to insult my eyes.

Looking at the man beneath him who was almost completely dead, DuPont leaned against the wall, his expression indifferent.

Unlike the first time he slaughtered a cow, this time he felt neither fear nor pity. Looking at the man's pleading expression, DuPont felt nothing but deep disgust.

Perhaps this is what Man Shi meant by having a legitimate reason for fighting?
However, after calming down, DuPont realized he had encountered a significant problem.

Although he did encounter a pervert and was a victim, he didn't go out to seek help after regaining consciousness but instead directly killed the scumbag, which was obviously against the rules.

No leader likes subordinates who create big news. If you encounter some fools who like to smooth things over, it will definitely bring you a lot of negative impact and trouble.

But keeping this guy alive is even more unacceptable.

Unlike self-reliant mages, the priest profession is somewhat like a warlock. Although these divine spells and the acquisition of divine favor are not passed down through bloodlines, most priests have a large family behind them. They can more easily become priests by relying on the knowledge and connections accumulated by their families. As long as their perception is not too bad, they can easily become noble priests. Even without studying hard, they can become spellcasters of divine spells bestowed by the gods.

This can be said to be the most overpowered profession, even simpler than a warlock awakening their own bloodline talent. If one has enough talent and can gain the favor of the gods, it is not impossible to go directly from a level 1 cultivator to a high-level priest, all depending on the will of the gods.

Putting yourself in DuPont's shoes, if he were to miraculously survive someone's attack, he would undoubtedly kill that person once he recovered. However, if he were to let this twisted man go, he might later turn around and accuse DuPont of seducing him.

Can this powerless and insignificant apprentice endure it?

As an adult, DuPont wouldn't entrust matters of life and future to a group of strangers, hoping their noble qualities would extricate him from trouble.

Some things you still have to do yourself.

However, there are many spells with criminal investigation functions, and it would be too foolish to act directly. DuPont seemed to be stunned and leaned against the wall, staring blankly at everything that was happening in the room, until the system notified him that he had gained 2000 experience points, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ignoring the blood-stained robe on the floor, DuPont opened the door and cried out in the hallway, his voice trembling with sobs, "Help! Cultists are trying to kill me!"
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DuPont's mournful cry startled the entire church, even the ailing high priest.

Those who arrived later were stunned by what they saw.

How could our own pastor be ripped off by a mere apprentice who came to volunteer today?

However, based solely on the traces at the scene, the church's senior members quickly fell silent.

The deceased was named Simon, one of only two officially recognized pastors from the capital, Yalge, this year. He came here because he had violated church rules there and was exiled here to atone for his sins.

The lower-ranking stewards might not know what he had done, but the higher-ups present were quite clear about it.

He used his position to lure young believers and then indulge his filthy and despicable desires. This was a very serious crime, but Simon, being a pastor in the capital, was certainly not a pervert without any connections. His family paid a considerable sum to atone for his sins, exiled him to the barren northwest for 10 years as punishment, and gave the families of the victims a very generous compensation before the matter was settled.

Simon then came here and has been living here for several months, remaining quite well-behaved.

Everyone thought this guy had reformed and was on the path to redemption, but unexpectedly he was still incorrigible and even committed a murder.

However, it was he who died.

This is an absolutely unacceptable scandal. It is safe to say that once it is exposed, not only will the Church's reputation be damaged, but if it blows up, even the important figure who made the decision to exile him could be held accountable.

This is a repeat offender, and he's so wicked that he used magic to bewitch believers. If this were to become public knowledge, it would definitely diminish the church's authority.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Today he was killed by this young apprentice who came to pray, but if you really investigate, could Simon have succeeded many times before?

Several high-ranking officials communicated for a while using telepathy. Dorothy took the still-shaken volunteer away to comfort her, and Simon's body was collected. Then the priests chased away the curious onlookers.

Shortly afterward, a pastor came out to clarify the bloody incident of the day.

"Our enemy, the evil god Shar, who brought endless terror and suffering, has begun to wreak havoc again. Her weak minions, the Veil of Night, dare not wage a fair war against us, but instead cower in the shadows to carry out an evil plan, which has resulted in a heavy tragedy. The specific circumstances still need to be investigated. I urge all believers to keep their hearts in mind, always be vigilant against suspicious individuals, and report any strange occurrences promptly, whether to the church or the academy."

The turmoil outside had nothing to do with DuPont. At this moment, he was sobbing uncontrollably in Dorothy's soft embrace, nuzzling against her again and again.

Dorothy offered a soft word of comfort, seemingly unaware of DuPont's actions, though her slightly flushed face betrayed her true feelings.

However, recalling the fate of the beautiful boy in her arms, Dorothy's disgust for Simon deepened even further.

These guys from big cities are so arrogant. They come to the Northwest, which they consider a rural area, and they act like no one can control them.

However, this was ultimately something that could affect the reputation of the entire Magic Church. Whether for her own future or for the church, she couldn't say much more. She was even somewhat relieved that DuPont's faith was devout enough. She just thought that cultists had infiltrated the church to attempt an assassination. If he had shouted and made a fuss, the trouble he would have caused was a real headache.

What should be done to prevent him from spreading this scandal?

Dorothy squinted her eyes.

(End of this chapter)