I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 63 Return
"I don't know about the adults' affairs. If they say they'll give it to me, I'll accept it; if they don't, that's perfectly reasonable. I can accept whatever the outcome." The young priest kicked the blanket as he spoke. He was still a bit uncomfortable because this wretched fellow had thrown him around and he was covered in sand. "From what you're saying, Lord Lavoisier is planning to give you the book? This thing can be sold for at least 2 gold coins on the market. If you use it to exchange for a Grand Mage's Robe, it would probably more than double your strength. Isn't that much better than that perception?"

"A child carrying gold in the market is not a sign of ability but a source of trouble." DuPont said, noticing the other person's movement, and understood something. He then turned around.

Anqi was unaware of what was happening outside the blanket, and simply retorted, "You said before that you were afraid of being robbed if you got it, but only a few of us knew about this deal. Aren't you implying that we would be bad people and dishonest? Your thinking is too dark."

"It may be my own dark side, but I want to use that legendary robe to at least become a high-level mage, which could take several years or even more than a decade. Am I really going to give up the immediate benefits for a robe that I can only look at at night? Not to mention, even if we don't consider the possibility of being robbed, I can't afford to repair it if it breaks. I can't afford something so expensive."

"But this is your problem, not that our price is not good enough. You are clearly being greedy and asking for an exorbitant price. Lord Lavoisier would never be so ungentlemanly as you."

DuPont suspected that Lavoisier had ulterior motives for giving him this, but he couldn't say that to her: "If I don't want it, the deal can't go through. Does the church want to force me to make a deal? That would be no different from being a bandit."

As he spoke, DuPont had already come to Angie's recliner, looking at the sand on it with some embarrassment: "Wait, let me remove this sand for you."

"Huh?" The young pastor was about to chant scriptures when she suddenly felt a chill under her feet. She instinctively kicked at them, but DuPont grabbed her arm. "Don't move. There's sand on top."

If the previous incidents were merely accidents, this sudden capture completely stunned Anqi, leaving her mind blank. It took her several seconds to react before she crawled out of bed, her face flushed, and tried to pull her little feet away, but she couldn't escape the other person's grasp at all. She stammered, "What, what are you doing?"

DuPont, however, was too lazy to reply and focused on his work, somewhat oblivious to the world around him.

These feet were small and soft, clasped tightly together in his hands out of shyness. Each rounded toe was crystal clear and smooth, every toe carefully trimmed to be level with the tip. With a casual pinch, the fair toes immediately arched into a crescent moon, which was quite amusing.

However, what was somewhat unseemly was that the stockings, which were of a suitable length, were now wet, making the soles of her feet feel damp to the touch. After rubbing against his palms, they generated heat and brought back memories of his favorite type of instant noodles.

"Let me go..." Angie's face was flushed, like a ripe cherry tomato, but for some reason her voice grew lower and lower, her resistance weaker and weaker, and her legs intertwined.

The young priest's stockings reached his knees, and DuPont reached out and pulled them off. The cleansing spell removed the grit and the smell of sweat, leaving them spotless in moments.

After cleaning this side, the other side couldn't be left unattended. With the flow of magical wind, the annoying sand was completely removed, and DuPont casually stuffed the stockings into his spatial bag.

Although I don't know what it's for, the other party probably doesn't want it anymore; it would be bad to leave it here and pollute the environment.

In high spirits, DuPont whistled in the moonlight, while the little priest had once again covered his head and was babbling incoherently, kicking his legs wildly as if trying to escape the control of those large hands.

However, rather than escaping, it was more like an uncontrollable change in posture.

DuPont lowered her head. The original smell had been completely removed by the magic cleansing, and combined with her unconscious wriggling, it was incredibly amusing.

"Isn't it much warmer now?" DuPont lowered his head, somewhat reminiscing about some special foot massage parlors where the other person would wash his feet first, and then he could wash theirs depending on his mood. "It's not summer yet, so I think you should wear more clothes. What if you catch a cold? That could give you an upset stomach."

"It's none of your business..." the young pastor's voice was weak, her fair, straight legs crossed, as if she couldn't catch her breath: "Let go of me, or I'll get angry."

“Hey, naughty kids get disciplined.” DuPont placed her foot on his lap, his thumb rubbing her soft, tender flesh. In just one round, her toes, which had finally relaxed, clenched together again. He heard the girl under the covers let out a low, uncontrollable moan: “No, don’t…” “One of my mentors told me I should exercise more to stretch my muscles and bones. I see you don’t exercise enough, but you’re lucky to have met me. Considering your concern for me earlier, I naturally want to repay you. And don’t worry, it’s free.”

As he spoke, DuPont's fingers did not stop; while playing with them, he seemed somewhat puzzled.

Although his technique was indeed good, he didn't really go all out, so why was the other party's reaction so interesting?
Could the other party be special? That's a very low probability event.

Wait, the attribute of perception also includes the feeling of the outside world. Druids can even perceive the flow of the natural world. Does that mean that people with high perception will be exceptionally perceptive?

Perhaps...?

Thinking of this, DuPont couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

perhaps?

"No..." the young priest tried to cry out for help one last time, but her voice was so soft that she could barely hear it herself. For some reason, the strength she had lost made it impossible for her to stop that cunning figure.

DuPont whistled inwardly. He pulled back the covers and saw only a pair of hazy, misty eyes. The unfocused gaze seemed unaware that the two were looking at each other. A smile appeared on DuPont's lips as he softly asked, "Are you still angry?"

"Hmm," the girl replied vaguely, her voice barely audible, her eyes unfocused.

"Then I'll take it as you're not angry anymore." DuPont covered her with the blanket to keep her warm, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Alright, consider this my reward for your kindness earlier. Of course, if you're interested, I'd be happy to show you some more interesting things..."

Before DuPont could finish speaking, the previously frozen portal suddenly burst forth with a pale blue light, and a graceful figure emerged from it.

It's Dorothy.

The darkness was no problem for a well-prepared pastor. She was about to greet him when she found Dupont sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, while the church's rising star was huddled next to him, looking like a snail or a quail.

Hey?
The priest's sixth sense was naturally sharp, and Dorothy, after a moment's thought, looked at him with a playful expression and muttered to herself, "Why aren't they making a fire now that it's dark? Where did those two go?"

As if hearing her companion's call, Angie, who was on the recliner, finally came to her senses from the indescribable hallucination. She grabbed her blanket and glared fiercely at DuPont. Without even bothering to put on her shoes, she ran back to her room with bare legs. She breathed a sigh of relief when she closed the door, but her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

After her heartbeat finally returned to normal, the young pastor felt a chill in her legs. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and she gritted her teeth.

What exactly is going on?

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(End of this chapter)