Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Lu Lin continued: "And I just graduated from a college, and it doesn't matter. How can I join the job?"

Lu Chen could tell that this sister was still a little disappointed. She should have learned a lot of doctrines in the seminary and longed to be a clergyman, but in the end she gave up the hope of further study for the sake of her livelihood and her younger brother.

If there had been no changes at home, Lu Lin should have been able to enter the special college, because in the memory of the original owner, Lu Lin was in the same grade at the Ocalan Public Theological Seminary, and her grades were always among the top ten.

Without a way to advance to higher education, the major she studied was embarrassing. The church did not want it, and the doctrinal knowledge was useless for work. In addition, she had no work experience, so she finally found a clerical job.

In fact, Lu Lin's intelligence and ability are enough to find a better job, or get a promotion and salary increase.

But many people knew that she had a crazy brother. The leaders felt that something might have happened to this girl that day, and she was confused and unstable every day, so they kept her at the grassroots level for six years.

Lu Lin didn't dare to say she was dissatisfied, because the economy has been in recession in recent years and many people have lost their jobs. Her current salary is not high, but it can support the survival of her siblings and she cannot take risks.

In other words, the hardships of life have smoothed the edges of this former top student, and he has lost his enterprising and adventurous heart.

"Sister, do you really want to be a clergyman and listen to God's teachings?"

Lu Chen asked.

Lu Lin sat on the bed and stretched out. Her fat-free figure was highlighted under her white shirt. "Actually, being able to study scriptures every day is the second best thing. I just think the clergy's treatment is very generous."

Lu Chen looked at the other party with a sly smile on his face, and was a little surprised. He thought that this sister was a very brainless and loyal believer, but he didn't expect that he ended up focusing on money.

"How much money can an ordinary nun make?"

Lu Chen asked curiously.

"Um……"

As Lu Lin chatted, she gradually forgot all her unhappiness. She leaned back on the bed, holding her chin with one hand, and thought slightly, "I remember that two years ago, formal nuns, the lowest clergy, had a weekly allowance of three Six shillings for the pound.”

Strictly speaking, church clergy are not considered to be working, so their salaries are considered "subsidies"

Talking about Morning Support Church, the older girl seemed to be a little excited in her tone, "Not only that, in the local parish, the church will also allocate housing for clergy. They are all apartment-style, very spacious, and can be used." Check in with family and partners.”

Priests in this world can get married, and nuns don't just say that they will stay in the church for life. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many nobles willing to become clergy.

Lu Chen listened to what the other party said and simply understood it. It was all about allocating housing, a high salary, drinking tea and studying every day. Who doesn't love this job! ?

No wonder so many people go to study theology. Middle-class families grit their teeth and send their children to study, just to get them into a special seminary and become a priest.

It is simply an iron rice bowl, with no worries for the rest of my life.

"What about the higher level ones?"

Lu Chen became interested. Maybe Morning Support Church would be a good source of income.

"I only know that a formal priest can be assigned a private villa and keep it for life. However, if the child does not have a priest, it must be returned to the church after his death. In addition, the weekly subsidy is twelve pounds. Seven shillings.”

Lu Lin explained that she was not clear about the income and treatment levels at the upper levels.

It is true that she studied theology, but the teacher in the college was only a priest.

By the way, priests who give lectures in colleges can receive extra salary. The salary is considered as salary and the subsidy is considered as subsidy.

Strictly speaking, as long as clergy are not absent from Mass every Saturday and go to church to pray once every morning, they are free at other times and there is no hard requirement to work.

If you accept some job arranged by the church, it will provide you with additional salary, in addition to the basic subsidy.

The two chatted for a while, and Lu Chen roughly understood the influence of the Morning Embrace Church and the welfare benefits of the clergy. He denounced the church in his heart as a bunch of vampires.

The clergy barely had to do anything to spend the taxpayers' money of the Sistine Empire, and they were still in high and low positions in society.

Anyway, Lu Chen didn't believe that the clergy in the church had any extraordinary abilities. It was estimated that most of them were aristocrats.

"Sister, what does the night watchman do?"

he tried to ask.

Lu Lin's expression became a little serious, "I don't know. Although almost everyone in the Sistine Empire knows the existence of the Night Watch, which is a special operations organization of the church, almost no one in the public knows the meaning of their existence. In the textbook It is only mentioned that they are the guardians in the shadow of the Holy See.”

She recalled it and said: "There is such a saying to describe them, stay through the long night and embrace the light of dawn."

Lu Chen was thoughtful, thinking about the church's... night watchman.

From this phrase, combined with the fragmentary memory of the original owner, Lu Chen was certain that the Night Watchmen must be an extraordinary organization in the church.

"Chenchen, did you remember something?"

Lu Lin looked at Lu Chen solemnly, worry hidden in her beautiful eyes.

It was the night watchmen of Morning Support Church who sent Lu Chen back that year. Those men were dressed in black priest uniforms, and they all looked solemn like soldiers. They did not explain anything to themselves.

Over the years, Lu Lin has always wondered whether the catastrophe that the media never dared to report was a simple "fire"

If it was a fire, why did the church step in to deal with it, but in the end only one person survived, and he was completely crazy and was sent back by the night watchman?

"I just remember those people and I was a little curious."

Lu Chen shook his head and said that the original owner only had the time and place of the catastrophe, and knew nothing about the rest.

But judging from the hints in the space's "person selection interface", that catastrophe must have been extraordinary, and the impact on the original owner must also have far-reaching significance.

Lu Chen couldn't help but re-read the last memories of the original owner. Obviously, this identity was not that simple.

You know, the final comprehensive evaluation requirement for choosing this identity is higher than that of a princess!

The original "Lu Chen" must be extremely special, and some of his qualities may be important to several people in this world.

But it is a pity that "Lu Chen" died young.

He looked through his memories again, trying to find out why "Lu Chen" went to that abandoned building.

"Lu Chen" should be a "clairvoyant" and can hear the whispers of the ancient gods, and he can hear them all the time. If he is a person with a strong mind and a high enough spiritual attribute, he is likely to become the explorer of the world. Pioneers of truth were important talents both for the Sistine Empire and the Church.

Lu Chen felt that if the original owner was not really crazy, it was just because as an ordinary person, his mental power was not that high at first and he could not bear the mental pollution caused by those whispers. But he has been persisting. In this process, his mental power has improved every day. It is rising. This is actually a kind of tempering.

Maybe in ten years, maybe in twenty years, if he has not completely collapsed, then he will survive and become a man who can communicate with others normally and have insight into the truth of the world.

Again, it's a pity that he died.

Lu Chen looked through his memories and pieced together the fragmented and confusing details, just like playing a jigsaw puzzle, and finally restored the truth of three days ago.

He pieced together the poor boy's intermittent thoughts, and there was only one sentence, "I can't drag my sister down anymore, it's time to end it."

"Lu Chen" committed suicide. That night, he finally gave up.

The whispers of the ancient gods failed to defeat this strong-minded boy. It can be seen from the "crazy words" he said to his sister when he woke up at night. He felt that danger was approaching, or he was frightened. But in the end, he still said, "Run quickly."

He has been struggling, persisting, fighting against the existence that others cannot see or hear.

The fragmented and chaotic memories were reassembled by Lu Chen. When the boy opened his eyes in the middle of the night, what he saw was a pair of hands squeezing his neck. Those eyes that could only be seen from his angle were shedding tears, revealing sadness and despair. , constantly increasing the strength in his hands.

When a person is in a lonely world, struggling that no one else knows, and enduring suffering that no one can imagine every day, he has already developed a strong heart.

But it often only takes a moment to defeat such a person.

He was abandoned by his only and most beloved relative.

So he followed the guidance of the whisper, put on his cheapest coarse linen clothes in the early morning, and walked out of the house with bare feet.

It was a sunny morning, and the warm golden light shone on people's bodies. No one noticed such an inconspicuous boy walking through the streets, but he walked with his head held high and even had a smile on his face.

He thought to himself, this is good, my sister should have her own happiness, and this endless torture should end.

Walking through the streets, in a remote place, I entered the long-abandoned building.

But he was still afraid. At the end, the real weirdness approached, making this boy whose clear memory was still that of a ten-year-old scared to death.

He cried bitterly and mutilated himself in the dirty bathroom in order to regain consciousness. He left bloody handprints and wrote words that seemed visceral to others.

Lu Chen gradually pieced together the memory fragments in the menu. This was a task that required patience. He had not done it before, but he wanted to finish it now.

At the last moment of his memory, the boy stopped crying, wiped the tears from his eyes, and said to himself in the small, dirty, smelly bathroom: "I'm sorry, sister."

Lanis appears and the memory stops.

"Chenchen...chenchen..."

Lu Lin's voice kept ringing, bringing Lu Chen's consciousness back to reality, with an anxious expression on his face, fearing that his brother would change back again.

Lu Chen had complicated emotions hidden in his eyes. He glanced at Lu Lin and looked at the look in this sister's eyes.

If you knew the truth, you might want the person in front of you to become that crazy person again.

Regarding Lu Lin's behavior three days ago, Lu Chen had nothing to comment on. He could only say that this girl had done a good enough job.

And her frantic search for her brother later proved her regret. How could a moment of collapse offset ten years of upbringing?

He understood the meaning of the "I'm sorry" that Lu Lin whispered last night. Both siblings wanted to say sorry to each other.

But no one could reach it.

"Want to go for a walk?"

Lu Chen said.

Lu Lin was relieved when she saw Lu Chen came back to his senses and spoke normally.

I wanted to refuse, saying that I had to go to work in the afternoon, but after thinking about it, my brother had just recovered and needed someone to accompany him and communicate with him, so he might as well let work go to hell.

Seeing Lu Chen get up and open the door, Lu Lin said again: "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

Lu Lin blushed a little, "I haven't washed up yet."

Lu Chen smiled and said, "I'll wait for my sister at the door."

He walked out of the corridor on the first floor, came outside the building, and waited quietly.

About fifteen minutes later, Lu Lin put on a clean and neat coarse cloth skirt and came to Lu Chen's side.

She wanted to give directions, but for some reason she was speechless in this atmosphere.

The warm sunshine of the afternoon shone on the "siblings". Scattered figures walked by on the street, and the shouts of the market in the distance in the upper city could be heard faintly.

The cold wind blew through their hair, and a faint mist rose when Lu Chen said, "Sister, I'm sorry."

Lu Lin was confused for a moment and was silent for two seconds, "...I am the one, I'm sorry."

Under this warm and bright sunshine, it seems that there are souls drifting away with the sound of the wind.

…………

The capital of the province of Noah and the Grand See of Ocalan.

It is just a room with classical and gorgeous decoration. On the left side of the room are rows of bookcases, and in the cabinets on the right side are red wines produced from various places. At the end of the room, there is a long Nilan wooden desk next to the window. , an old man wearing a gray robe was holding a quill pen and writing documents.

Dong dong dong——

There was a knock on the door, and the old man stopped and said, "Please come in."

A middle-aged priest with a strong physique, gray hair, and a square face walked in carrying a suitcase made of mithril. The outer shell of the suitcase was hot-stamped with a dark thorn pattern.

"Archbishop, there are some old documents that need to be burned, but there are still a few incidents that were not handled very cleanly. I need you to take a look at them to see if they can be sent directly to the incinerator."

The middle-aged priest saluted and said.

"Which area of ​​files?"

The old man put down the quill in his hand. He was the provincial archbishop of Noah and he was always rigorous in his work.

"High-risk area."

The middle-aged priest replied.

"Do you want to burn documents in that area? Why didn't I get the application before?"

The old man frowned.

"It was the instructions sent by Cardinal Kural yesterday. You went to attend the Governor's dinner yesterday."

The middle-aged priest placed the suitcase respectfully on his desk.

The old man was silent for a moment, then took off the cross from his chest and placed it in the groove on the top of the suitcase. There was only a click as the suitcase opened.

The box was not small, but there were only two documents inside. The old man carefully took out the leather gloves from the drawer, put them on and took out the top one. After opening it, he saw the title record on it.

"Holy Catastrophe on the outskirts of Ocalan"

He was so shocked that he actually wanted to burn this document?

Cardinal Kural, what does it mean?