I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 47 Sincerity and Benefit
Hearing the term "friendly match" made Connor practically grind his teeth to dust.

Although DuPont did not kill Pete and stopped attacking him before he lost consciousness, and he even used two first-level spell slots, could he have a chance of winning if he went up against him?
Even though Conor is quite arrogant, that confidence is definitely not in the fighting class.

Although Pete was not very intelligent and his sorcery skills were not very good, the lifespan of dragons was much longer than that of normal humans. He had plenty of time to patiently advance his level. The physique he was born with could be described as a gift. Even a black bear might not be able to beat him if given a weapon. In the end, he was defeated without even fighting back in hand-to-hand combat.

They're actually inviting me to go on stage now?
You must be thinking I'm stupid!

Having figured out the key point, Connor feigned nonchalance and smiled dismissively: "Heh, I'm not one of those uncivilized barbarians who would duel you over such a trivial matter. I just have some doubts in my heart that I have to get off my chest. I hope my mentor won't blame me."

The instructor shook his head: "I can pretend I didn't see anything else, but you leaked your classmate's attribute values, which is not something to be taken lightly. Go back and report to your advisor. Whether it's a week of confinement or half a month depends on your advisor's arrangements."

Connor's face turned pale upon hearing this. He looked at Bran, only to see him shake his head. Then he glared at DuPont resentfully and whispered to the instructor, "The instructor is right. I will go back and receive my punishment now."

Connor walked out of the crowd and returned to the academy. DuPont was the only one left in the temporary dueling arena. He looked at the incredulous eyes and whispers of the people around him and felt a strange excitement in his heart.

Is this what it feels like to be the center of attention?

It's really good; no wonder Connor got addicted.

"Excuse me." Bran led a few people to the center, looked at Pete who had regained consciousness after being treated by the monk but was still a little dazed, and carried him on his back. He gave the instructor an apologetic smile, and then said to DuPont in a low voice, "My name is Bran. It seems we will have a lot to deal with in the future."

“You should know my name.” DuPont tapped his badge. “I’m always here for you.”

"Perhaps." Bran shrugged, and together with the others, carried the chubby dragon vein sorcerer away.

"I must say, today's combat class was quite interesting. This student, DuPont, demonstrated how to win even when unarmed and facing opponents much larger than himself—that's all thanks to his composure and courage." The instructor glanced at DuPont and continued, "However, I don't recommend that you learn this method. It requires considerable confidence and the ability to accurately pinpoint the enemy's weaknesses. Without a certain level of practical experience and explosive power, it's impossible to achieve this. Students, please practice on your own."

Back in the crowd, DuPont returned Charles's principal and bets with a grin, then announced that he would treat everyone to dinner in the cafeteria that evening, and everyone could order whatever they wanted. Everyone laughed and cheered, but Annie had already quietly disappeared.

"You bitch, you're conspiring with people from other departments to scheme against us!" Charles shouted angrily. The students around him also looked disgusted, but DuPont shook his head and said nothing.

Pity for the loser is a virtue of the victor, but did she really fail?

not necessarily.

Although the apprenticeship period is still quite long, a person's life truly begins when they leave school.

For a civil engineering apprentice, no matter how hard they try to improve themselves, without opportunities, the best they can hope for is to join an organization as a manager in the engineering department. They will have a comfortable life but little ambition, spending their days dealing with mortals and the dead.

Given the limited potential of a profession, seeking refuge with a wealthy and powerful young master is clearly not a wrong choice. However, the person she sought refuge with was rather immature, still at a rudimentary stage of indulging in bullying and oppressing others on campus.

As someone who had been through it all, DuPont understood the young squad leader's choice and didn't share Charles's indignation.

He had seen far worse things. In elementary school, he had seen students report their classmates to the teacher for a little red flower.

However, while I understand, the necessary reckoning still needs to be done.

Since she has chosen to take the shortcut like an adult, it wouldn't hurt to let her see the cruelty of the adult world in advance.

Losers pay the price.

But before that, DuPont came to Angie's side and whispered a greeting: "May the lady protect you, Reverend Angie."

"May you be protected, madam. Just call me monk." Angie was somewhat surprised to see DuPont arrive and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong? Are you injured somewhere?"

"No, I'm in pretty good shape." DuPont rubbed his hands together. "Well, last week I noticed some information about Damai Village. There's a cemetery in that village that's not very peaceful and is haunted. I was thinking of going there this Saturday to eliminate the problem, but I'm worried that I'm not strong enough. Do you have any holy water or holy oil on you? That way, I'll have some ability to fight back when facing ghosts."

“Well, I do have some holy water, but I rarely carry holy oil with me.” Angie looked into the other person’s eyes and felt the word “sincerity” from his heart for the first time. After thinking for a moment, she took out three bottles of holy water: “Is this enough? I can go back and get some more if I need it.”

The church is not far from here, just in the front and back courtyards.

"That should be about right. I haven't been there yet. If it's not enough, I'll come and bother you again." As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something: "If the surrounding villages encounter similar situations, will they come to the church for help?"

“If nearby villages encounter trouble that even passing adventurers can’t handle, they usually report it to the township first. Our primary responsibility is the safety of the academy.” Angie spoke softly, her pale red eyes always fixed on the other person’s eyes. “If even the nearby townships can’t handle it, they might contact us, but they might also ask the city for help. Once we receive the message, we will be dispatched.”

DuPont was somewhat surprised: "Is it that strict? But I remember that many adventure teams also have priests accompanying them, don't they?"

“Each church has its own area of ​​responsibility, and the Enemy of the Lady is cunning and vicious. Taking action on one’s own could cause even greater trouble and lead to the enemy’s trap. Most of the priests who go out have their own missions, and training is one of them. They are to bring the Lady’s glory to those who have not received the Lady’s grace.”

Angie took out a bottle of bright red liquid and said, "If you are worried about not having timely recovery methods after being injured, this bottle of intermediate recovery potion may be something you urgently need. Some bandages that can stop bleeding and anti-inflammatory ointments are also essential."

"You're too kind, you've really helped me a lot." DuPont was overjoyed when he saw the item, the joy of getting something for free made him feel great, but his joy was interrupted by the little cultivator's words the next second.

"Cheng Hui, ten gold coins for a bottle." An Qi smiled knowingly, her small, pointed canine teeth gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.

(End of this chapter)