Du Pont watched the few people in church attire approach, and a thought immediately flashed through his mind.
Fuck, that old bastard Lavoisier set me up.
Unless one could find another path to acquire a new class like he could, the Perception Manual was dispensable to an ordinary mage. But to priests, it was their most important attribute.
Perception was related not only to intuition, observation, and sixth sense, but also directly affected one's ability to sense and comprehend the world during meditation and prayer rituals. During those rituals, it could even allow their thoughts to transcend galaxies and connect with Gods in the Outer Planes, letting them understand divine intentions more deeply and learn what the Gods were thinking at that moment.
Although every church's doctrines had clearly stated what their Gods liked and disliked, someone considerate who busied themselves on their behalf was obviously far more noticeable than someone who merely recited prayers with the crowd. The chances of gaining divine attention would increase greatly. If they did the right things and received higher-level divine spells, they could advance their priest level.
Having figured that out, the Perception Manual in his hands, which could only add icing to the cake for him, was practically a necessity for the church. And the cooldown on Lavoisier's manual was clearly recorded by the church as well. Yet now, he had lent this hot potato to him.
Could a third-level little mage like him really contend with the church?
That was complete bullshit. A force like this could crush him with a single finger. They would not even need to file an incident report. Wouldn't that mean the Undead Companion he had found was about to be swindled away?
Wait. Since Lavoisier himself knew, why had he handed this thing over to