I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 58 The Other Side of the World

Seeing DuPont's expression, Judy knew this must be urgent, so she immediately called to the cook next to her to watch the potato chips. DuPont glanced at them and took out the chips with a slotted spoon: "These need to be taken out as soon as they start to change color. They won't taste good if they change color completely."

"Oh, oh." Judy took the potato chips on a half-meter tray, and DuPont lifted them a couple of times to drain the oil: "You can add some fine salt and chili powder as seasoning, remember to add a little and sprinkle it evenly."

Judy did as she was told, then popped a handful of food into her mouth, nodded in satisfaction, and nodded to DuPont while holding the tray: "Let's go."

Following the upper-body man's steps, DuPont discovered that although Judy's legs were not long, her pace was extremely fast, and he was actually having some difficulty keeping up.

Hearing the panting behind her, Judy was a little surprised. She sniffed and noticed a faint smell of blood on DuPont: "What happened? Are you injured?"

“Yes, we’ve encountered cultists.” DuPont nodded, but then Judy handed him a bottle of healing potion: “Then treat the wounds first. What if something happens if you try to tough it out like this?”

"I'm alright, I'm not seriously injured." DuPont wasn't lying. After summoning the skeletons, he activated Berserk in the Stinky Cloud spell. In this state, his skin became as hard as iron, giving him great resistance to slashing damage. In addition, his natural defense allowed him to withstand the swords and blades of those skeleton soldiers almost without taking any damage. He just looked particularly disheveled, with his clothes all torn to shreds. "This potion is quite expensive."

Judy shook her head, waving the potion in her hand: "What's the big deal about the price? It's not good if it causes long-term health problems. Even if it's not your own team's priest, they'll still charge you. Besides, I'm not going on any more adventures now, so you can use it."

Refusing again would be too formal, so DuPont took the medicine and gulped it down. Seeing his performance, the halfling was very satisfied: "If you have money, you should spend it; if you're sick, you should get treatment. Being generous makes it easier to find suitable teammates. The money you can earn by taking risks together is much more than what you save on these things."

DuPont put the bottle away and chuckled, "I'm just used to being poor."

"We'll have money in the future. With Man Shi's guidance, even if we can't become mages, we can still be warriors. But this guy is too unreliable. He's been gone for a week now, and I don't know when he'll be back."

"He said it might take half a month or a month, but there's nothing threatening him around, so he'll just treat it as a vacation."

“That’s true.” The two of them had already reached the top floor when they saw eight iron golems standing at the entrance. DuPont couldn’t help but look down at the floor beneath his feet.

This is the absolute backbone of the golem army, a powerful construct with a weight of 5000 pounds, strength of 35, and magic immunity. Its challenge level is 13, and even a high-ranking barbarian would be crushed if he faced it in a confined space.

There are eight of them in this short corridor?
The quality of this project is quite good.

"Lavoisier, I have a friend who wants to see you." But Judy didn't take a step forward; instead, she called out directly to the rooftop.

A short while later, a somewhat lazy voice rang out in the hallway: "Friend? This apprentice?"

“Yes.” Judy held up the potato chips in her hand: “His menu has some new dishes recently. He’s quite an interesting young man.”

"So you're planning to recommend him for a job in the kitchen? You can handle this small matter yourself. You can name your salary if it doesn't exceed 1000 gold coins per month."

Judy grunted upon hearing this and looked up at DuPont.

He still didn't know why this guy was looking for Lavoisier.

“That’s right, Dean.” DuPont pointed to his spatial bag: “I encountered a very special being while I was out executing a contract today. I think only you can possess it, so I made a special trip here.”

"You? An apprentice who's not even level 5?" A burst of barely suppressed laughter suddenly echoed in the hallway. After laughing for a while, he said, "Judy, I thought something serious had happened. Is your little one a bit irrational? Has he been reading too many knight novels?"

Judy was a little embarrassed when she heard this. She looked at DuPont, but he didn't change his expression. Instead, he said with great confidence, "It's related to the church."

"The church? Oh, DuPont. I remember now, you were killed last week by some charlatan church lackey. I can just imagine how many fools would look on the dark side after that. You certainly deserve a reward for that."

“This is just a small matter, and that’s not what I’m talking about.” DuPont shook his head. “Dean, I’m a third-year student, a third-level apprentice. In my spare time, I’ve read the Varro Monster Guide and the works of the gods. Please believe me, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to send Mr. Judy to find you for such a trivial matter, wasting your precious time.” “Oh? That’s interesting.” The voice in the hallway turned cold, but the iron golems that had been standing still suddenly took a step back and pressed themselves against the wall. “Come in. I hope you don’t talk big, or I won’t mind assigning you to the architecture department.”

DuPont: "."

Reaching the end, the final gatekeeper turned out to be a magnificent golem crafted entirely of mithril. Filled with awe at the dean's wealth, DuPont and Judy stepped towards the dark door. In an instant, darkness enveloped them, and they experienced a profound sense of weightlessness.

When DuPont opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find himself on a beach. The white and soft sand covered his deerskin boots. The humid air and warm sunshine made him a little dizzy. There was a pile of beautiful women's shoes not far from the portal entrance, but a pair of somewhat familiar high heels made DuPont's eyes narrow.

“This isn’t Harua,” said a thin man wearing sunglasses, shirtless and wearing only shorts, lying on a sofa. Around him, a group of women were laughing and joking, occasionally feeding the men fruit, while others cheered on the four competitors ahead.

No, these aren't people. They're two succubi and two lustful demons playing beach volleyball. They have wings but don't use them, and the swaying motion of their bouncing makes DuPont a little dizzy.

The owner of those shoes wasn't seen. Could this be a coincidence?
"Hey, I didn't call you here to watch a show with me," Lavoisier teased. Judy handed him some potato chips, which he popped into his mouth, chewed, and nodded. "Even though your magic level isn't that great, being able to develop new dishes proves you're quite clever. So, what's up?"

The moment DuPont opened his spatial bag and took out the sack, many people who were enjoying themselves turned their attention to it. Even the succubus, who was in the middle of the game, looked surprised and lost the ball.

"Wow, this seems to be the sacrifice the Ghoul King has been looking for recently. I remember the bounty was astronomical, even including direct ascension to demonhood and a blessing."

"Alright, girls, your entertainment time is over. I have to go to work now. But remember to keep your mouths shut, your real names are in my hands." Lavoisier snapped his fingers, and although the girls were a little reluctant, they obediently stepped aside.

Lavoisier first gave DuPont a high-level fake life form, and then another spatial portal opened in front of the two of them: "Judy, you shouldn't go there, it's too dangerous. DuPont, go in by yourself, remember to put it in your spatial bag before you go in, and don't be surprised by anything you see afterward, but remember to keep your mouth shut."

Judy nodded, gave DuPont a reassuring look, and then turned and left. The young spellcaster looked at the door in front of him, mustered his courage, and stepped inside.

Compared to the last time when the feeling of weightlessness lasted only about half a second, this time it felt like a minute. DuPont stared silently at the endless darkness before him, wondering whether this was a necessary process or an unnecessary test.

Fortunately, the darkness ended, but in an instant came a deafening roar that made my ears ring.

Looking up, I saw that the moon in the sky was four times larger than usual. The huge stars in the sky shone brightly, and countless lightning bolts roared across the night sky. Meteors with a destructive aura fell from time to time, and the energy that burst forth in an instant illuminated half of the sky. There were countless huge and magnificent figures in the sky, and they spewed out deadly breaths with different attributes, but they only had one enemy in front of them.

That's our direction.

On the city wall, countless golems were fighting against the tide of enemies. Most of them were dark shadows and their specific appearances were not clear, but their enormous strength was able to quickly dismantle the clay golems. Skeleton golems and steel golems were behind them, but rusty bone cracks also quickly appeared on their incredibly hard bodies.

The next moment, a pitch-black figure swooped down from the sky, opening its mouth to spew out purplish-red flames. The terrifying energy caused DuPont to feel a deadly heat even a hundred meters away.

DuPont instinctively wanted to cast a shield spell, but he had already used up all his first-level spell slots. Looking at the deadly breath in front of him, he felt a rare sense of calm and for a moment forgot where he was.

The next second, the terrifying breath struck a semi-transparent shield. The arcane light blocked the breath completely. By the light, DuPont saw a man in a silver robe with a cold expression directing his defenses. Hundreds of spellcasters stood on different magic circles in the castle, unleashing terrifying arcane energy at the sky and the terrifying enemies climbing the castle.

Mages were frequently killed as their heads exploded and they fell to the ground, but their bodies would instantly turn into a pale blue arcane dot without shedding a single drop of blood.

As the crisis subsided and DuPont regained consciousness, he smelled the thick, bloody scent in the air, and only one thought remained in his mind.

"Blood, a bloody battle?"

(End of this chapter)