Sorting Out

In Faerûn, you might not find a hospital, and you might not find a council hall, but you will definitely find three iconic buildings: a Church, a tavern, and a brothel.

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From Volothamp's Guide to Faerûn

Although it felt familiar, Du Pont didn't pay too much attention. After asking where to volunteer, Du Pont followed a few elderly people to the Church warehouse, preparing to receive the commoners who came to pray after the Apprentices dispersed.

The Church within the academy strictly belonged to this academy, but it also received commoners who came to pilgrimage every Sunday. These visitors were mostly dressed gorgeously and were quite wealthy. Some were directly the parents of the Apprentices, coming here to see their children and attend Mass, while others simply came because the academy's temple was the most luxurious and extravagant in the surrounding area, traveling hundreds of miles with a pilgrimage mindset.

There weren't many residents nearby. Those who came either needed help or needed the Priest to assist, using Divine Magic to treat diseases that rural doctors and folk remedies couldn't solve.

The Church treated most believers equally. The tasks for volunteers were basically just a few: distributing Holy Communion, explaining the path, guiding donating believers to the correct donation box, and receiving important guests to take them where they wanted to go.

Ordinary people in the Church could handle the task of distributing Holy Communion. The Priest was in charge of chanting scriptures and explaining them, which Du Pont basically didn't understand. The old deacons and old nuns were in charge of guiding donations, so the last thing Du Pont could do was the last task.

In a secluded place, Dorothy called Du Pont over alone. The Divine Bloodline beauty's scrutinizing gaze was like a wildcat sizing up a hamster, making even an old driver like Du Pont dare not meet her eyes.

It wasn't that Du Pont was cowardly, but the last time he only fell asleep in the infirmary for 40 minutes and directly lost 1 point of Constitution. He really couldn't figure out what Dorothy and that female physician named Sophie had done to him.

Although he was indeed not old, normally even if he exercised too vigorously, it shouldn't have made him so physically haggard.

He should note that even when he fought Gray Wolf and was bitten, it only temporarily reduced 1 point, which was completely unreasonable.

However, to Du Pont's relief, Dorothy didn't directly put on the pressure. She just touched his left arm with her clean, soft hand, and a faint green light flashed. The original scars and wounds all healed in the next second, and even the pain disappeared, leaving only some tingling itch.

The bandage fell off. Du Pont looked at his arm with some curiosity, but was poked in the chest by the person in front of him: "Very good. Oh right, aren't you short of money? Later, when you're more energetic, take those guests who need atonement to the confessional rooms one by one. Remember to be clever, but be sure to keep your mouth shut and don't talk nonsense. We have never had any problems with leaking guest privacy."

Du Pont blinked his eyes when he heard this, and obediently followed Dorothy to the backyard of the Church. After passing through several rooms and being checked by several guards, he finally arrived at a dressing room.

"Alright, go in and change clothes. Remember to be quick, it's almost 10 o'clock."

How mysterious, Du Pont thought to himself. He opened the door. There were no windows in the room, only a large wooden wardrobe, a mirror, and a chair. The room was dimly lit, but after he entered, the candlesticks embedded in the wall automatically lit up, and there was also a faint incense with a grassy scent in the corner.

Opening the wardrobe, all the clothes inside were the same style, a deacon's robe made of black and blue colors. But what Du Pont didn't expect was that this clothing also had an automatic body-shaping function when worn, and the size was just right.

Looking at the full-length mirror in the room, the black robe hung like a vertical night from his neck to his ankles. The lightweight magic cloth absorbed all stray light while maintaining breathability. The stand-up collar reached high under the jaw, tightly wrapping every inch of skin. Only when he stretched out his arm would a section of his wrist be revealed, and there was a worn silver buckle engraved with tiny Seven-Star Holy Symbol magic patterns. The cuffs and the ends of the robe were hung with silver tassels, and there was a pure silver ceremonial short knife at the waist, which, according to the System's reminder, could even be sold for 100 Gold Coins.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Du Pont couldn't help but admire that the Church's clothing was several levels more handsome than the Mage Apprentice Robe. He simply tidied up and went out. Dorothy looked at the young man in front of her and nodded with satisfaction. She stepped forward to help tidy up the seven-strand woven black silk rope of the robe, with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Those old stubborn people all say they don't look good in it. I've said long ago that this clothing was originally designed to be worn by young men. It's a pity that there are so few men in Haluar willing to be Priests now, and even fewer with well-proportioned figures. They still insist that there is a problem with the design. They really have no taste..."

Du Pont blinked his eyes and didn't dare to speak. The subtle airflow when the Priest spoke made his face a little itchy.

Perhaps it was because she was too close when tidying up his clothes, but the female Priest's somewhat plump body was always rubbing against his body, causing an embarrassing characteristic to appear in his body. He had to lower his head and pretend to be stupid.

The distance between the two was close to negative. Du Pont's change naturally didn't escape Dorothy's eyes. A hint of blush flashed across the female Priest's face, but she seemed to have seen nothing and continued to adjust the boy's sleeves, even somewhat wantonly looking at the boy's blushing face as he lowered his eyes.

"Although they are sinners, those who come here may all be people of very noble status. The attire for receiving them cannot be a problem. For the Church, maintaining elegance and etiquette is of utmost importance." The female Priest said to herself, as if explaining her behavior, but she took another step forward. Du Pont panicked and retreated, but behind him was the wall, where else could he retreat to?

Raising her waist and legs, the female Priest's rounded thighs were placed under Du Pont, and the bodies of the two were even closer. The Priest's smooth robe made of expensive silk gently rubbed against Du Pont's Friar's hem. The original embarrassment had completely raised its head, and even Du Pont's breathing was a little heavy.

Listening to the young beauty's uncontrollable breathing, the female Priest's eyes were playful. She chuckled lightly, and her slender fingers probed into the boy's robe, moving all the way down along his smooth skin, and pursed her lips.

Young and juicy.

But just as the female Priest was preparing to go further, the sound of a bell rang from above the Church. Dorothy snorted with some dissatisfaction and put her legs down, placing a pure Gold Coins Seven-Star Holy Symbol in Du Pont's hand. Her expression was a little unhappy when she spoke: "Alright, you look very presentable now. Those sinners who have come to confess are now waiting for redemption. Remember not to say anything, do anything, or look at the appearance of these sinners. You only need to start from room number 1, open the door and hand them the Holy Symbol, then lead these people to the confessional room. Wait aside while they are inside, and then switch to the next room after they come out. That's all your work."

"But if someone is willing to express his feelings, you can accept it. Your task will be over when all the sinners leave, but remember not to reveal the guests' information to anyone, and don't tell anyone that you have done this job, otherwise if something goes wrong, you will have to go to the Inquisition."

"Remember, don't do anything extra, this is very important!"

"Oh." Du Pont nodded blankly, following Dorothy to the waiting room, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the female Priest turned and left.

It's a good thing I was able to hold on, and this bell was timely enough. If it had been a little longer, I would have been embarrassed on the spot.

And while watching Du Pont enter the waiting room, Dorothy gently stroked her chest. Her overly active heart made her breathing a little rapid.

Suppressing her impatience, she found the white-haired girl who had been directing earlier and barely squeezed out a kind smile: "Angie, Du Pont may be back in an hour. When that time comes, please take back the Holy Symbol from his hand. I have something urgent to deal with."

The girl nodded blankly, and Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief before quickly returning to her room.

And as she walked away, the girl's face was a little troubled, and she rubbed her brow.

What is all this?

Is this the world of adults?

But that guy named Du Pont doesn't seem much older than me.