I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 98 Secret
Seeing the young pastor's appearance, Sophie found it somewhat amusing.

It seems that the church girl is quite reserved. She wants to find someone but is also concerned about her own face. She doesn't even dare to ask questions, which is a bit like my past self.

That could easily cause you to miss out on love.
Almost a minute later, the little pastor finally seemed to have made up her mind. She clenched her little fists and tightened her face as if she wanted to knock on the door, but her hand stopped at the door frame. After a few seconds, she pressed her ear against the door, as if she wanted to eavesdrop on the sounds inside.

The soundproofing barriers in places like schools are usually not completely sealed off; they leave a space as a back door so that people inside can hear when someone comes looking for them, preventing unauthorized visits.

Doors are the medium for most soundproofing mechanisms; conversely, if you put your ear to the door, you can indeed hear sounds inside the room.

However, due to the silence barrier, some small movements are basically inaudible, and it's unlikely that you can hear ordinary conversations. It's already good enough if you can hear someone inside the house.

And this behavior is very impolite; it would be difficult to explain if it were discovered.

Angie shouldn't be unaware of this, which made Sophie curious about what she wanted to hear.
But after putting her ear to the oak door for a short while, Angie suddenly seemed to weaken and couldn't even stand up straight, so she knelt down at the door.

Um? ?

As someone who had been through it all, Sophie instinctively guessed what Angie had gone through.

Could it be that DuPont was incredibly audacious, bringing his girlfriend to the dorm and getting caught cheating?
But this expression is wrong. If she really caught them cheating, even if she felt ashamed about the affair, her face should show more anger. Why does she look like she's drunk?
Sophie's curiosity about the truth made her heart itch like it was being scratched by a cat. She really wanted to go over and listen to what was happening inside, but even invisibility couldn't block out her sense of touch.
Sigh, how about I go back and pretend to be passing by, then come and take a look openly?
Just as Sophie was struggling with her decision, she saw Angie sway and stand up, leaning against the door frame, and leave. Then, with a determined look on her face, she knocked on DuPont's door: "Hey, DuPont, are you in the dorm?"

The sudden sound brought the battle inside the house to a halt, but the hot-blooded youth was not deterred by such a difficulty. He had finally won, so how could he not take away all the rewards?
"Stop, Angie is coming."

DuPont ignored him, and when he was pushed again, he looked up with an annoyed expression: "What? I'm taking a nap. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Being directly rebuked, Anqi's already disturbed thoughts instantly became chaotic.

How should I respond? How can he lie with such confidence?
"DuPont!" The young pastor tried to remain calm, reminding himself not to be distracted by his surroundings. "I need to speak with Pastor Dorothy. I saw her with you earlier; do you know where she went?"

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe the priest is just in a bad mood and needs some private space to deal with it?” DuPont said, tracing the curves of her ample bosom with his fingers. The skin of the divine descendant was more delicate and fair than that of a human, and even though it was sweaty, it still felt incredibly smooth to the touch.

"If you're not busy, go back and rest. She's a grown woman, she won't get lost. Maybe she'll go back in a little while. Don't cause trouble for others, okay?"

Angie was furious when she heard this. How could it be that I was being unreasonable?
But more importantly, she really couldn't say it: "But, but I have something very important to tell her."

"What important thing could you possibly have to say? Isn't she the only other pastor in the church? A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold; you're really hindering her from making money..."

“Ah, ah??”

DuPont was pinched hard, but how could she possibly fight against DuPont, who had the upper hand?

"Okay, I need to rest. Please don't bother me anymore, okay? Maybe you'll see her go back when you get back to church."

Feeling both ashamed and angry at such blatant deception, the young pastor whispered, "Dupont, if you dare to disrespect a pastor, things will get very serious! And don't you have a girlfriend? Please don't do anything wrong!"

"I've never heard of a pastor who likes to gossip and interfere in other people's private lives. Can't you just stop already?" DuPont reached out and grabbed that round hand, sending a message: "Why is your little tagalong so fond of meddling in other people's business?"

"You, you mustn't bully her... Angie is a very nice person."

"Fine, fine, so I'm the bad guy, huh? I seduced you into depravity." DuPont chuckled, then suddenly said, "Alright, to prove my innocence, how about I open the door and show you?" Hearing this, the already narrow passage of warmth instantly tightened. Dorothy angrily threw down her pillow and glared fiercely, but her eyes, which were more alluring than angry, seemed to show more shame than anger.

Outside, Angie was startled when she heard this.

DuPont is a really bad guy. He dared to touch me when no one else was around. Now the priest is obviously in his room. What does he want by calling me over?
Does he still want to bully me?
Thinking of this, Anqi suddenly felt a little scared and left the room.

She had recently dreamt of what happened that night and didn't want to encounter anything else related to DuPont.

But the thought that if she could just muster her courage, Priestess Dorothy might be spared from falling into corruption, Angie clenched her fist and cast a blessing spell on herself. The holy power instantly filled her with strength: "Open the door, or I won't leave."

"Leave or don't leave, I never thought there would be a priest who likes to eavesdrop..." Dupont muttered, but was angrily poked by Dorothy. He whispered, "Why don't you just use invisibility to fool her? Have you lost your mind?"

The pastor suddenly realized that this was indeed a good idea. Angie, being shy, would naturally not do much testing, and she would have an excuse to explain when she got back.

Thinking of this, the female priest was about to cast a spell when she was suddenly kissed by the other party. The strong hormones made her a little dizzy, and she subconsciously responded. However, she quickly remembered her business, glared at the boy who had caused her many defeats today, and secretly cast a spell.

The pastor's figure disappeared from the bed, and DuPont breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the wooden cup on the table, took a sip, put on a pair of trousers, and opened the door: "Hey, aren't you annoying? Enough already?"

Seeing DuPont shirtless and covered in sweat as if he had just finished exercising, Angie's courage, which had been boosted by the blessing spell, vanished instantly. She took a step back timidly, feeling dizzy from the smell in the room, and stammered, "You, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I'm wearing pants, aren't I?" DuPont scratched his head, looking impatient. "See? Go back after you're done, and don't disturb my rest."

"Then, then step back a little," the young priest replied weakly.

She was genuinely afraid that DuPont might suddenly lose his temper and drag her into the room.

Somewhat baffling, DuPont still made way for her. Angie looked into the room behind the door and noticed that it seemed very damp, with a bright red stain on the still-wet bed.

Pastor Dorothy is indeed not here.

"You, on your bed..."

“I haven’t been feeling well lately and I’ve been sweating a lot, so isn’t it reasonable for me to want to rest?” DuPont said, raising an eyebrow with a mocking expression. “What, do you want to come in and sit down so you can take a look at my illness?”

Angie shook her head repeatedly, said "I'm sorry to bother you," and then fled in a panic.

DuPont smiled to himself as he watched the young pastor's figure disappear.

Hmph, you little brat, you think you can mess with me?

Once the door is closed, the room is filled with the beauty of spring, but outside the door, a half-elf is gritting his teeth in hiding.

Dorothy, you're such a good friend, you actually ate alone behind my back!

No, we have to attack her hard. She's going to church now, let's see what you have to say then!
(End of this chapter)