Throat Slitting

The man's eyes betrayed utter terror as he used his last ounce of strength to reach a finger towards Du Pont, as if begging for forgiveness and pardon. But the young boy before him was simply expressionless, watching him lose strength bit by bit, until he removed his foot from the man's neck when the raised arm finally fell. He cursed his bad luck under his breath.

Although he knew some of the priests of this Church liked young boys, and he wouldn't have minded playing the cute kid if they met his standards, this old man should stay as far away as possible and not insult his eyes.

Looking at the man beneath him, who was almost completely dead, Du Pont leaned against the wall, his expression cold.

Unlike the first time he killed a cow, this time there was no fear or pity in his heart. Looking at the man's pleading expression, Du Pont felt nothing but deep disgust.

Was this what Boulderstone meant by "righteous cause"?

However, after calming down, Du Pont knew he was in a bit of trouble.

Although he had indeed encountered a pervert and was a victim, he didn't seek help after regaining consciousness. Instead, he directly killed the scum, which was obviously against the rules.

No leader would like a subordinate who caused big news. If he encountered some mud-slinging fools, it would definitely bring him a lot of bad influences and trouble.

But keeping this guy alive was even worse.

Unlike self-improving mages, the priest profession was somewhat like a warlock. Although Divine Magic and obtaining divine grace weren't inherited through bloodlines, most priests had a large family behind them. They could more easily take on the priest profession with the knowledge and connections accumulated by their families. As long as their perception wasn't too bad, they could easily become a noble priest, even without working hard, relying on the divine magic bestowed by the gods.

It could be said to be the most OP profession, even simpler than a warlock awakening their own bloodline talent. If they had enough talent and could gain the favor of the gods, it wasn't impossible to go directly from a level 1 cultivator to a high-level priest, all depending on the will of the gods.

Putting himself in their shoes, if Du Pont was lucky enough to survive an attack, he would definitely kill the other person once he recovered from his injuries. And if he let this pervert go, he might even turn around and say that he seduced him.

Could he, a powerless little apprentice, withstand that?

As an adult, Du Pont wouldn't entrust his life and future to a group of strangers to be fair, hoping that their noble qualities would help him get rid of trouble.

Some things had to be done by himself.

However, there were many spells with forensic functions. Directly attacking would be too stupid. Du Pont leaned against the wall as if he were frightened, blankly watching everything that happened in the room, until the System reminded him that he had gained 2000 Experience Points, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Ignoring the robe on the ground that was already stained with blood, Du Pont opened the door and shouted in the corridor with a crying voice: "Help, Cultists are trying to kill me!"

Du Pont's mournful cry alarmed the entire Church, even the High Priest, who wasn't in good health, was alarmed.

The people who arrived later were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

How could their own priest be killed by a little apprentice who came to volunteer today?

But soon, based only on the traces at the scene, the high-level members of the Church were all silent.

The dead man was called Simon, one of the only two official priests who came from Yarhel, the capital, this year, and the reason he came was that he had violated the Church's rules there, and was finally exiled here to atone for his sins.

The lower-level deacons and monks might not know what he had done, but the high-level members present were very clear.

Using his position to lure young believers and then carry out his dirty and disgusting desires.

This was originally a very serious crime, but Simon could be a priest in the capital, so he naturally wasn't a pervert without any foundation. His family paid a lot of money to redeem him, and exiled him to the barren land of the Northwest for 10 years as punishment, and gave the families of the victims a very generous compensation to quell the matter.

After that, Simon came here and had been living here for several months and had been relatively peaceful.

Originally, everyone thought that this guy had reformed and was heading towards redemption, but he didn't change his ways and even committed murder.

It's just that the person who died was himself.

This was an absolute scandal that could not be admitted. It could be said that once it was exposed, not only would the Church's reputation be damaged, but if it became a big deal, even the big shots in Yarhel who made the exile punishment might be held accountable.

You must know that this was a repeat offender, and he was so bad that he used Divine Magic to bewitch believers. If it was known to the public, it would definitely reduce the authority of the Church.

This was absolutely unacceptable.

Today, he was killed by this little apprentice who came to pray, but if you really investigate, how many times might Simon have succeeded before this?

Several high-level members communicated with each other using communication techniques. Dorothy took the frightened little volunteer away to comfort him, and Simon's body was also collected. Then the priests drove away those who were curious and came to watch the excitement.

Before long, a priest came out to clarify today's bloody incident.

"Our enemy, Shar, the Evil Gods who brought endless fear and pain, has begun to wreak havoc again. Veil of the Night, her weak claws, dare not wage a fair war with us, and are hiding in the shadows to carry out an evil plan. This has caused a heavy tragedy. The specific situation still needs to be investigated. Please remember your original intentions, and always be vigilant against those suspicious people. If you encounter anything strange, remember to report it in time, whether it is to the Church or the Academy."

The outside disturbances had nothing to do with Du Pont. At this time, he was lying in Dorothy's soft arms, sobbing and arching.

Dorothy comforted him softly. She didn't seem to know Du Pont's movements, but her slightly red pretty face still betrayed her true feelings.

However, thinking of the beautiful boy's experience in her arms, Dorothy's disgust for Simon deepened.

These guys from big cities were so self-righteous. They came to the so-called countryside in the Northwest and did whatever they wanted, as if no one could control them.

But this was ultimately something that might affect the reputation of the entire magic Church. Whether it was for her own future or for the Church, she couldn't say more, and even felt a little fortunate that Du Pont's faith was devout enough, and only thought that he had encountered Cultists who had infiltrated the Church and attempted to assassinate him. If he shouted and screamed, how much trouble would it cause? It was really a headache to even think about it.

So what should she do to prevent him from spreading this scandal?

Dorothy narrowed her eyes.