I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 81 Examination of Injuries (Fourth update, please subscribe for first time)
After accepting the 10 gold coins, the young paladin was caught in a dilemma. After a while, he asked again, "But both my mentor and the instructors in the training camp told us that we should not easily use the 'detect evil' function on nobles. No matter if what I did was right or wrong, I will definitely be expelled and sent for investigation."

"Is being expelled for the sake of justice really that terrible? If you don't go and kill him, he'll continue to bring disaster to the country." DuPont yawned and leaned against the corner, pretending to doze off. "Of course, what you're doing might not be effective. I remember that the necklace that rejects faction detection isn't particularly difficult to make, but it's always been priced as high as 2000 gold. If I had a guilty conscience, I would buy one and wear it, so that I could block those annoying divine spells."

"It's not that I'm afraid, but you always need evidence to do things. Besides, nowadays, detecting evil requires investigation before judgment. Unless it's a monster, how can you just unleash the Evil-Slaying Slash on sight?"

"Then you cast Detect Evil on me last night. As a mage, I have a certain degree of immunity, right?"

“First of all, you’re not a fully-fledged mage yet, and secondly, you’re a prime suspect from last night.” Deva’s head drooped lower as she spoke: “Of course, I was wrong about this, and I’m very sorry.”

An apology that doesn't even include showing one's chest? This paladin's instructor doesn't teach anything useful...
"No need for an apology. We mages are all quite rational. Just give me 50 gold coins as compensation for my reputational damage."

Hearing this, Deva breathed a sigh of relief, took out a money pouch from her spatial bag, fumbled around for a moment, and placed fifty gold coins in DuPont's hand, causing DuPont to glance at her sideways.

There's quite a lot of balance in here.
With her worries relieved, Deva's mood improved significantly, and she spoke with more confidence: "Paladins are supposed to act according to the law and virtue. That's a stereotype. You can't be a paladin if you're that extreme."

"By the way, you just mentioned the Evil-Slaying Slash? Are you a traditional paladin?" DuPont was somewhat surprised after hearing this: "I heard that you have to be inspired to become a paladin, is that true?"

“Yes, normally no one can become a paladin through learning. Of course, hearing the call doesn’t necessarily mean you have to accept it. If you don’t accept it, you don’t need to become a paladin.” Deva said with some distress, “But now the church has a system that teaches people with enough talent to embrace the oath and become specialized paladins. Although the success rate is not high, there are still many more of them than there are of us. The number is almost five times greater.”

"Such a large staff shortage?" DuPont asked curiously, "Do you guys ever argue?"

“Of course not. After all, we’re all fighting together to defeat evil, we’re all comrades in the same camp.” Deva said, then remembered something: “But paladins who embrace the oath of conquest and the oath of revenge are indeed not very popular. They are also the most numerous. However, these people don’t stay in the knight order for too long. Instead, they wander around like the adventurers, and there are basically no conflicts.”

"The oath of conquest and the oath of revenge—it seems that many people are no longer on the good side with these two. Is this really not a problem?"

"Whether there's a problem or not, the Grand Masters of the Knights are still debating it, but as long as we're facing evil together, it should be a good thing, right?" Deva looked troubled. "By the way, your academy is quite close to Beer Town. Are you familiar with that place?"

"I'm not familiar with it. I usually just wander around Damai Village in the north. Maijiu Town is a bit further west, a side road. But since it's a town, the conditions shouldn't be too bad. I've heard it's a frontline fortress in case of foreign invasion, though of course it's not as good as a city. When you get there, think about how to establish your authority. Otherwise, locals generally won't accept a leader who's parachuted in, especially since you're just a deputy with no local connections, only acting as an agent."

Speaking of this, DuPont remembered something: "I noticed you're not wearing a lady's badge. What is your religion?"

"Lady White Night Suren, her emblem is an eye surrounded by seven silver stars. Lady White Night and Lady Mystery have a good relationship and have always kept in touch. It is said that the Knights of the Lord of Dawn will be visiting soon."

Hearing this orthodox title, DuPont roughly understood the group's style of doing things. Just as he was about to try to get more information about whether the other party would use the Holy Slash, he suddenly felt his brain go haywire and his head was throbbing.

The unbearable pain made him cough, and faint traces of blood trickled from his nostrils.

"Hey? What's wrong with you?"

The effects of the nicardol you drank have ended, and you are now experiencing adverse reactions, including restlessness.

Depending on your constitution, the negative effects will end after 8 hours.

DuPont, suppressing his nausea, took out his staff, while the paladin beside him unleashed a divine spell.

"Detecting diseases."

As she spoke, she looked at the yellow light emanating from DuPont's body: "Hey, you seem to be sick, or maybe poisoned. I'll cast a protective spell against toxins and a healing spell on you later, and you should feel much better then." "...It's just that someone woke me up in the middle of the night for no reason." DuPont coughed, took out his staff, and activated the power contained within it. Soon, a gentle breeze swept over his body, and the splitting headache subsided considerably, but his mind felt somewhat drowsy, and drowsiness washed over him.

The Healing Staff comes with the third-circle divine spell: Exorcise Disease.

"You even have church items." Before Deva could ask any further questions, DuPont suddenly tilted his head and fell forward, landing directly in her arms.

"Huh??" Deva was a little bewildered by the scene. She checked his breath and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he was still breathing.

Is she asleep or unconscious? Why are her lips a little purple?

Deva was a little unsure, so she thought for a moment and pinched the boy's face, but he didn't react at all and remained lying in her arms.

I touched my forehead; it was a little hot. But the other person seemed to have used some kind of divine magic to relieve the heat. So, it didn't work?
Seeing the yellow light still emanating from DuPont, Deva thought for a moment and released a protective toxin, which gradually made the unhealthy glow on him fade away.

Wait, the other person just didn't sleep well, how could they be poisoned?

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the crossbow bolt that had fallen to the ground last night.
Gangster thugs are naturally ruthless, and the crossbows they use could very well be poisoned. Could this kid really be the murderer from that conflict?

She remembered that there was cloth attached to the crossbow bolt.
Thinking of this, Deva quietly cast a piety shield on herself, then reached out to touch the other person's clothes, but couldn't find the torn part.

It's also possible he changed his clothes, but you can also check if he has any wounds.

Driven by her desire to do as she pleased, Deva’s pursuit of the truth made her oblivious to the carriage’s gradually slowing speed. She laid DuPont’s body down on the carriage seat and reached out to unbutton his clothes.

The robe is easy to take off, but the inner garment is not so easy to remove.

After struggling for a while, Deva finally took off DuPont's shirt, only to find that there were no arrow wounds on his back, but there were several slash marks. However, these must have been left a long time ago. Even if he had taken a healing potion, the wounds from yesterday would still be red.

Diva turned DuPont from his prone position onto his front and examined his chest, finding no matching arrow wound. She then looked at DuPont's lower body.

Since there was no injury on his upper body, it's possible he was hit on the thigh. If there are no other injuries, then he should be innocent.

Thinking of this, Deva unbuckled the troll belt around DuPont's waist and pulled down the thin linen trousers, the vague outline of which made her face flush.

This size is wrong; it doesn't seem like anything this outrageous even in knightly novels. Is there something hidden inside?
Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but look at DuPont's face, only to see that he looked normal and was just asleep. Suddenly, a bold idea came to her mind.

She's never seen this before, has she?
No, no, that's too filthy. I'm not curious, I'm just seeking the truth!

The girl took a deep breath, her face flushed, and was about to undress when suddenly the carriage door opened, and a monotonous and rigid greeting came from outside: "Dear customer, we have arrived at the Mage Academy. For the sake of your precious study time, please get off the carriage immediately. Uh... what are you doing in my carriage?!"

The young paladin's brain went blank.

(End of this chapter)