Chapter 290 Vivian's Dog
Muwan County, Bagpipe Town.
The children from the Glass Island Church School will be organized by the school to take an annual trip here.
After all, there wasn't much to do on Glass Island—every inch of land was valuable. The best view was probably on the island in the lake where the Temple of Silver and Tin was located.
But these children must always be allowed to see the natural scenery outside, so that they know that Avalon is not all about factories spewing thick smoke and rumbling, and trains roaring on the rails.
This will also help children's future employment.
The clergy resources within Glass Island were already saturated. Not only were there newly graduated priests and deacons, but even bishops were plentiful. There were nine churches on Glass Island, each overseen by at least one bishop of the fourth level or higher.
But in many places outside, even in a large city, there is only one bishop. Most small towns do not even have a bishop, and there is only one priest.
There was no other way the church could recruit people through such coaxing and deception. After all, the Nine Pillars Church had a lot of work to do.
People have to be sent to attend every birth, wedding, and funeral in the entire town, and this alone is enough to keep them busy... Especially funerals, where a real priest of the extraordinary level must be present at the burial to prevent the deceased from turning into an undead.
They also have to lead believers in prayer every day, maintain the nine-pillar statue once a week, listen to confessions and provide psychological therapy, take care of orphans, make holy water, farm in the fields behind the church, and sanctify ritual instruments... It is definitely not enough for a few extraordinary people to be busy, and this will definitely require the assistance of a large number of ordinary people.
On the contrary, the extraordinary work of treating patients that doctors cannot cure, dispelling undead spirits and curses, which is the main job, only accounts for a very small part of the work in a day. In some days, it may not even be done once.
There were fewer than a hundred priests a year who graduated directly from the Royal Law University's seminary and received canonization... This was definitely not enough. Hence the existence of church schools—not universities, but a kind of secondary school.
After graduating from elementary school, you can enter a church school, and after completing six years of church school, you are basically an adult.
Then you can go to the church for internship and learn how to become a qualified pastor from the grassroots level.
Graduates of the Royal Law University typically reached the second level of proficiency, with some even reaching the third level before graduation. They typically intern and train at churches on Glass Island. Once they reach the level of priest or bishop, they are directly assigned to various regional churches as administrators or candidates for bishop.
After their Transcendental rank increases further, they may even be transferred back to the Theocracy to receive further promotions above Bishop. This can be considered a career group, with life plans essentially aiming for Bishophood—if they still haven't become a Bishop by the age of forty, they'll be ridiculed by their classmates.
And these students who come out of church schools make up the majority of clergy in the church.
Most of them cannot become a transcendent until they are thirty years old. They can barely master a certain transcendent skill, but that is their limit.
After they reach adulthood, they will be sent to various remote towns according to the needs of the church.
When they graduate, they are just adults. Suddenly leaving their parents and being exiled to a backward rural area alone can easily cause them to lose their balance.
After all, their inability to become transcendents suggests they lack a strong aptitude for the path of devotion. This suggests they simply don't enjoy devotion... but that's not necessarily the case. Perhaps they lack the foundation and opportunity for devotion.
This kind of "suffering" experience is actually to forcibly stimulate their dedication.
If they understand what dedication means in the process of helping people in poor areas, they will have the opportunity to become official extraordinary people.
——But that requires them to really go.
Therefore, in order to reduce students' resistance, church schools will regularly arrange holiday trips specifically designed to fool children.
Take your children on vacation and travel to resorts with the best natural scenery.
Let them experience the beauty of nature, realize that leaving the glass island may not be a bad thing, and even look forward to working in the countryside after graduation. This will prevent widespread resistance after graduation, leading to a complete refusal to come.
When they finally graduate and find that the goods are not what they expected, it is too late to regret - why is this place so ordinary even though it is also in the countryside?
But since I'm here, why not serve for half a year? Maybe after half a year I'll become a real pastor.
Even if I leave after half a year, a new trainee pastor will be transferred in after another six months.
——How pitiful. Vivian thought.
At this moment, the little girl in a dark blue nun's dress, with silver hair and silver eyes, happened to be playing and playing with her classmates with a sweet smile on her face.
Perhaps it was because she had elf ears, or perhaps it was just because of her lovely and pretty face, but a large crowd naturally gathered around her, and she became the focus of everyone's attention wherever she went.
"Well, I'm going to go shopping alone!"
Vivian put one hand behind her back and waved the other in front of her, bending slightly and smiling sweetly: "I'll be back soon!"
"Be safe, Vivian!"
"We're waiting for you right here!"
Her classmates also responded enthusiastically.
Vivian hummed happily and walked in a skipping manner.
But before she had walked far, her steps slowed down. From the innocent and lovely little girl, she became calm and elegant, and the carefree and lovely smile on her face gradually faded and became calm.
When she turned a corner, she saw a man with long, curly and wet hair like seaweed standing there silently.
He was tall and thin, with a gloomy and dangerous aura about him.
——He is the type of person who would be considered a poet if he holds a pen, a painter if he holds a paintbrush, or a wandering singer if he sings, but if he stands there and does nothing, he would be considered a fugitive.
But Vivian was not afraid at all.
She raised her head and looked at the man.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
She retorted, "I remember I gave you freedom."
"Owner."
Yeats bowed respectfully, his words even being humble: "I have finally found you."
"You don't have to find me."
Vivian said coldly: "You are no longer my dog."
"I have something to report to you, my lord."
"I won't listen."
Vivian refused without hesitation.
"Related to divine entities."
"...Never mind, I'll listen."
Vivian corrected herself.
(End of this chapter)
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