I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 62 Slightly Cool
The tide ebbs and flows on the empty beach. The sea breeze on this spring night is not only damp but also brings a chill. Angie, who sneezed next to her, glances around subconsciously. She is relieved to find that no one has noticed her rudeness and can't help but shiver.

So cold.

Turning his head to look at DuPont next to him, he found him still lying there like a corpse.

Isn't this guy cold?

Anqi took out a long blanket with a moon pattern from her spatial bag, then quietly took off her deerskin boots. After removing them, her light black stockings were finally free. However, when the shoes and stockings were separated, a faint heat emanated from them, and the slightly salty sea breeze took on a different smell.

Even DuPont, who had been seemingly asleep, twitched his nose.

An unnatural blush appeared on the young pastor's face. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, this guy is asleep... Now it's time to change into cloth shoes.

Angie thought to herself.

The goose down brought comfort and warmth. Angie propped herself up on her knees, and even her palms warmed up. But just then, she suddenly remembered DuPont, who was meditating beside her, and turned to look at him.

The guy's robe was tattered, I don't know if it was caused by the cultists he mentioned. He was full of passion just a moment ago, I wonder what he went through.

While he was thinking, DuPont huddled up, his expression somewhat distorted, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

No, meditation doesn't work like that.
Angie tilted her head slightly and stretched out her hand to release a light-dancing spell towards the other party. The strange floating light was like a burning Kongming lantern, but DuPont was still lying there without any reaction.

This guy actually fell asleep.
Could it be because he was too tired after fighting with the cultists?

Angie glanced at her pocket watch again and realized it was still early. After a slight hesitation, she quietly took out a leather suitcase from her spatial bag and then took out a brand new quilt of the same style.

Compared to this unused blanket, Angie still preferred the old one. She glanced at the little leather shoes she had painstakingly taken off on the beach. Wearing them would be troublesome, and walking on them would be against the rules. After thinking for a moment, she simply stepped on the soft sand and walked over.

Although the fine sand beneath her feet was still soft, it was damp from the night and felt slightly cool. The girl tiptoed and quickened her pace, but her socks still got a little wet with dew. She puffed out her cheeks in displeasure, but patiently walked to DuPont's side and carefully covered him with the new quilt.

Perhaps it was the warmth that eased DuPont's furrowed brows. Seeing this, the little pastor breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed a corner of the blanket to cover her exposed shoulders. But just as her hand reached her neck, the sleeping boy suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with savagery. He gripped her throat with his wrist and instantly pressed her small body onto the sand. The sudden change startled Angie, who cried out in alarm.

"what!"

"Huh?" DuPont rubbed his eyes, only to find that the enemy riding beneath him was not the hateful image from his dream, but a little priest with a terrified expression.

The sudden turn of events made Angie's heart race, but it was just shock. When she saw the savagery vanish from DuPont's eyes, leaving only clarity, she even wondered if she had imagined what she had just seen. However, the pain in her body and the hand gripping her neck told her it wasn't a hallucination, but the truth.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, she frowned slightly in displeasure: "What are you doing?"

"Uh," DuPont released his grip. This little girl wouldn't be so foolish as to commit murder for money on Lavoisier's turf. He stood up and noticed the blanket with the crescent moon print on it lying on the beach. He immediately understood what had just happened.

This guy.

"I'm sorry..." DuPont apologized, and was about to take the other girl's hand, but was angrily ignored by her.

She propped herself up from the sand, shook off the fine sand, glared at DuPont, walked back to her spot, wrapped herself in the blanket again, then turned her back to DuPont, showing no intention of responding to his apology.

Scratching his head, DuPont was also a little puzzled by his own reaction. He picked up the blanket on the beach, cleaned it up with a magic trick, and walked to the other person's lounge chair.

"I'm sorry, I had a nightmare, probably because of the fight with the cultists earlier." DuPont's voice was a little low, but his tone was full of sincerity: "When you bumped into me, I thought someone was trying to harm me, so I reacted instinctively. I didn't expect this to happen."

Angie remained silent, covering her head with the blanket, not wanting to pay attention to this barbaric guy who took kindness for granted.

Seeing the other person's expression, DuPont scratched his head, unsure of what to say.

Feeling the cold wind of the seaside night, he looked at the small villa: "It's quite cold at night, why don't we go inside and rest? It's not too late to wait for the pastor and the others to come back."

"Go by yourself, I'll stay here."

Hearing the somewhat displeased tone, DuPont thought for a moment, then stepped forward and poked her waist, pulling Angie out of the covers. Before she could get angry, DuPont said, "Hey, I've already apologized, why are you still being so petty?"

"Me, petty??" Angie was truly enraged. Her dissatisfaction and grievances turned into rage in her eyes. She wished she could burn this slanderous person to pieces: "You're so petty? You even extort money from the church! How can there be such a wicked person like you!"

"That's ridiculous. How did I extort the church? Wasn't that a free trade?" DuPont laughed nonchalantly, finding the little beauty's exasperation quite amusing. "Trade has always been based on mutual consent. The high priest agreed to my request. Since it was a deal, it means we benefited from each other. Otherwise, why would he have agreed to the trade? How could I have been extorting him?"

"Nonsense! How could there be such a huge difference between the legendary books? The price we offered was much higher than the normal price, not to mention that you initially planned to..." Angie said, realizing she had misspoke, and shrank into the blankets to avoid looking at him.

"I noticed that Lord Lavoisier didn't say anything, but you were haggling with Pastor Dorothy like a businessman. If others found out, it would be very undignified. They might even think that there was a problem between the church and the college."

"If you're going to give away something worth thousands of gold coins just to save face, then you might as well not care about saving face at all. You know, a scroll is worth less than 10 gold coins." As he spoke, his eyes darted around. "This transaction shouldn't normally be related to you, yet you're here. Are you the one who's using the Book of Knowledge this time? Has Priestess Dorothy ever used this? Aren't you overstepping your authority?"

(End of this chapter)