Little Boy and the Bad Priest

Qi is undoubtedly a magical power. In the hands of a Monk, it can be used to enhance attacks, deter enemies, increase jumping ability, and even release fireballs like magic. It can be seen as a supernatural ability similar to spells.

Fighters, on the other hand, don't have so many fancy abilities. They only use Qi for one simple effect: healing injuries.

Although it lacks creativity, this ability is also very practical. Sometimes on the battlefield, there isn't time to drink healing potions, but Qi can be activated instantly, restoring injuries almost equivalent to a large healing potion.

It can be said that using it once saves 20 Gold Coins.

However, Du Pont was a little dissatisfied.

He had hoped to comprehend Action Surge, but now he was stuck on this Qi ability, which meant that if he wanted to learn Fighter on his own, he would need at least 2500 Gold Coins, or he could accumulate 2000 experience points and choose Fighter when leveling up.

Directly using experience points to obtain a second class was like killing the goose that laid the golden eggs. Doing so would mean he would never be able to use a small amount of experience points to improve his multiclassed class. In terms of cost-effectiveness, it would be better to be a pure-class Mage, avoiding the experience point penalty that comes with multiclassing.

But where would he get so much money?

Then buy books and learn on his own?

At a tenth of the price, it was something he could afford now that he had a small fortune, but even with all the books, he would probably need several months or even a year to master a new class, making him basically no different from the natives.

The old system's Fighter wasn't so troublesome, lacking combat styles and Qi, but mastering two combat feats wouldn't be much easier than these requirements. Furthermore, it wouldn't grant Action Surge, the core ability that changed the fate of Fighters. Doing so would be like turning back the clock, completely not worth it.

While he was thinking, the door of the confessional opened again. Still, no one appeared, only the emotionless summons: "Next."

Room three was also the last room here. Du Pont humbly opened the door again, but this time his pupils shrank.

He had seen those high heels before.

However, this time the 'sinner' didn't seem to recognize Du Pont, simply saying nonchalantly: "Lead the way."

After escorting the third guest into the room, Du Pont had another Platinum Coin in his hand. Playing with the still-warm coin, he felt his mind in turmoil.

Although he didn't have accurate information, based on the demeanor of the first two and the information he had seen, this confessional was completely different from those open to the public. These 'sinners' were not so much here to atone for their sins as they were to conduct some secret business in this church.

This could be seen from the fact that none of them left through the entrance.

But if that was the case, why would someone like him, who had no significant connection to the church, be here?

Frowning slightly, Du Pont thought of a possibility.

Perhaps the key was that he had no connection to the church, and normally wouldn't recognize these people.

Judging from the arrangement of this confessional, all the 'sinners' didn't want to see other sinners. They came here to 'atone' but also demanded absolute privacy. Only by ensuring these prerequisites would they confess to the Priest in the confessional.

In this situation, to avoid accidental encounters, someone was needed to lead the way. And someone like him, with low strength, young age, and no background, was naturally well-suited to do this intermediary reception work. Moreover, he was fully exposed, making it easy for these 'sinners' to seek accountability if something went wrong. And in the event of a problem, he could also serve as a witness, providing the most effective and truthful third-party information.

Realizing this, Du Pont couldn't help but curse inwardly.

No wonder the tips were so generous. It turned out that if something went wrong, it could really threaten his personal safety. Dorothy's instructions were absolutely not to be forgotten.

But even with such a small probability, he actually recognized the third sinner.

He didn't know many people. This guiding didn't involve covering his face, so everyone could know who he was. Wouldn't sinner number three hold a grudge against him then?

Just as Du Pont was pondering, the door opened again. Still, no one walked out, only the calm voice saying: "You can leave now. Remember to return the Holy Symbol to the Priest who guided you."

Not long, about 10 minutes.

Getting up and leaving, when Du Pont left the reception room, the warm sunlight made him feel warm. He raised his hand to shield his forehead.

He was just here to work part-time. Whether you're plotting or confessing, don't involve him.

However, when returning, Du Pont didn't see Dorothy. He only saw the silver-haired girl he had seen before. Looking at her pure eyes, Du Pont felt inexplicably guilty, especially after handing her the Holy Symbol. She just nodded to him and slipped away, as if talking to him was a waste of time.

Is the church this busy?

Opening the door to the changing room, Du Pont was about to take off his robe when he suddenly heard a somewhat eerie male voice.

"Want to face your fears..."

Hearing this, Du Pont was immediately shocked.

Damn it, I've already transmigrated to Faerûn, how can there still be a Main God Space?

"Want to overcome your weaknesses..."

Du Pont didn't speak, only vigilantly scanning the roughly 20-square-meter changing room, trying to find where the voice was coming from.

But just then, Du Pont felt his brain become a little dizzy. An invisible force seemed to control his mind, binding him to this place.

Only he was acting strangely, but behind him, the male voice was still chanting a strange poem.

"Beautiful youth, I am a servant of The Lady, an angel who has come to the mortal realm to help you..."

"I sense your hesitation. Respecting The Lady's will, I have come to the mortal realm specifically to seek your trace."

"Do not try to find me. I am not in reality. Your consciousness is where I am now. I am a divine envoy, I am a gift, I am the fear you are about to overcome..."

"Open your heart to me, faithful follower of The Lady." The voice grew closer, even seeming to come from behind him, removing Du Pont's half-removed robe: "Do not fear. This is just a small trial. I will bring you The Lady's grace, unlock your original restraints, and allow you to gain a new understanding of this world..."

As he spoke, a hand rested on Du Pont's shoulder. In the candlelight, a man's figure suddenly appeared, unable to resist swallowing saliva as he looked at the beautiful youth before him.

Most of the apprentices in the Mage Academy were physically weak. It was rare to see someone so handsome with such a good figure.

Suggestion is truly a useful Divine Magic...

"Obey, beautiful youth. You will gain glory and grace. Under The Lady's gaze, you will gain new authority." The man continued to hypnotize, his fingers impatiently wanting to tear off the youth's underwear. But before he could succeed, his toes suddenly felt a piercing pain. The pain made him kneel on the ground, and the casting concentration he was trying to maintain was completely interrupted. He raised his head and saw a pair of ice-cold pupils, red with rage.

"You've got the wrong target, you idiot!" Du Pont grabbed the man's hair, pulling up the pervert's body that had fallen to the ground in pain. Without any hesitation, he slashed the ritual dagger at his waist directly across the other party's neck.

Silver light flashed, blood spurted out, and the man in the Priest's robe fell to the ground, covering the wound on his neck with both hands. He spat out blood and tried to release Divine Magic, but just as the light carrying the breath of life was about to appear, Du Pont stepped on his neck from behind, pushing back the spell that was about to be completed.

"Die, you bastard!"