Theological Seminary

Happy times are always fleeting.

Inside the carriage, Xia Er said with a hint of despair:

"Martin, is it absolutely necessary for me to attend this school?"

He actually wants to go to university?

Zhou Mingrui didn't even help Klein get into college!

"Young Master, you're joking again. I've already asked for leave for you many times before. Your basic attendance rate is essential, otherwise it may affect your graduation grades and your future."

Martin, the personal servant, said in a serious tone.

Hehe~

My cold is getting better a little too early.

Why didn't anyone tell me beforehand?

Do children of noble families also have to go to school?

"I understand the reasoning, but the seminary courses are really boring."

When Xia Er thought about his plan to study theology and use the Book of Revelation of the Night as a textbook, he felt a little...unable to contain himself.

"Young Master, you yourself said you are interested in the occult. Once you graduate from Backlund Theological Seminary, you will be able to join the Church of the Night."

"First, you can skip the monk path and become a deacon directly. After becoming familiar with church affairs, you can become a priest. With some more contributions and experience, and with the support of the master and mistress, you will definitely be able to become a bishop who leads the affairs of the local diocese."

Martin comforted his young master, saying that this was not the first time. Young Maynard simply liked mysterious things and disliked thick religious texts, and so did Shael.

"My future has really been planned out perfectly by my mother."

Do you think it's possible for me to change my major?

"History, Medicine, Engineering, Mechanical Engineering?"

Xia Er didn't really want to study theology in a world where there really is a God; he always felt something was off.

"Young Master, you can be willful, but if you really are, the results you achieved last time might be canceled."

Martin offered a tactful suggestion.

In his view, there was nothing wrong with becoming a respected church bishop in the future; he didn't want his young master to go astray.

If he were to switch to another major now, the wife would need to re-plan the young master's future, and there might not be enough time to make the most adequate preparations.

The result of my last act of willfulness was that I moved out to live alone.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

Chael paused for a moment, then drew a crimson moon on his chest by making four clockwise dots.

Well, theology it is. My major is "The Book of Revelation of the Night," not "The Book of Storms," ​​so I can barely accept it.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Chael abandon those sudden, whimsical ideas. He drew the Crimson Moon to thank the goddess for her protection.

Xia Er stopped talking and quietly looked at the street scene outside the window. Only when he personally experienced life in this era did he discover some things that he had never paid attention to before.

For example, being a priest in a small rural town is easy, but there's no money in it.

For example, Blackthorn Security Company (the Tingen City Nightwalkers Squad) is short-staffed, but the Night Church in Tingen City is not.

For example, if Chael had followed the proper procedures, he could have become the bishop of St. Samuel's Cathedral. Although his position was below that of Archbishop Anthony, these bishops were responsible for the church's secular affairs. They were in charge of the church's operation, receiving believers, counting donations, and other matters, and they could also receive the church's support and protection.

I used to think that joining a church was an opportunity for ordinary people to change their fate, but it turns out that joining a church is not, becoming an extraordinary person in the church is.

No wonder I don't see ordinary people struggling to make ends meet trying every means to join the church. It turns out the hidden barriers are still quite high.

Even if one passes the test to become an extraordinary being and joins the church, it is still the path to advancement for those on night watch.

If Charles, or rather Maynard Jr., could become the bishop of St. Samuel's Church, he probably wouldn't encounter any danger in his entire life unless the world ended.

...

The seminary of the Church of the Night is located in the North District.

The Maynard family's carriage stopped outside the gates of the Theological Seminary at Backlund University. Shael stepped down from the carriage, dressed in a black and red theological student robe, holding a copy of "The Book of Revelation of the Night" in his hands—a typical attire for aspiring clergyman.

Regardless of other factors, the standard robes of the clergy of the Church of the Night were very beautiful, and Xia'er liked them very much. He trusted the aesthetic sense of the aesthetically-minded Church of the Night.

Nighttime Selection: Only the finest products.

Martin, the personal servant, did not come in. This was an unwritten rule, after all, this was the largest and most prestigious talent training department of the Church of the Night. Outside, one could be a nobleman, but once inside the school, one was just a seminarian. One had to always remember the church's doctrines, set aside one's status, and interact with every believer of the goddess on an equal footing.

Xia Er leisurely admired the scenery within the seminary. Even though she had seen it once before in her memory, seeing it in person now was still quite interesting.

Even during the day, the extraordinary inspiration brought by the Mystic People still allowed Xia'er to sense many unseen things.

Many natural spirits roam the seminary campus. Xia Er thought with amusement that perhaps some of the senior students, mentors, and professors were living and studying just like in the real world.

Even if they die, they can be summoned back to continue contributing their faith to the Goddess of Night. This is a truly secure job.

"Maynard, you've been absent for several days, haven't you?"

As Xia Er secretly watched the two nature spirits having a tryst under the tree, a young male voice came from behind her.

"Henry, that was a sick leave."

Chael turned his head and saw that the person who came up to talk to him was one of Maynard's good friends. He smiled and said.

"You're sick again because of your strange and mysterious students researching you? Last time it was poisoning, what is it this time?"

Henry knew immediately that Chael had caused another incident, and his expression became one of anticipation and curiosity.

"It's just a cold."

"Besides, I wasn't poisoned last time."

When Xia Er saw the other party digging up "his" embarrassing past, he deliberately put on a stern face and said.

"Yes, you weren't poisoned. You just accidentally poisoned your hunting dog."

"Maynard, you'd better watch out. I'm genuinely afraid you'll ruin yourself one day. Are those things really that attractive to you?"

"It's good that you haven't completely lost your mind and still know to use your poor pet to test the medicine for you."

Henry, upon hearing that it was just a cold, wore an expression that was hard to tell whether it was relief or disappointment.

"The goddess will protect me."

Chael gently patted the "Night Revelation" she was holding.

Strictly speaking, Maynard Jr. did not fail last time.

He actually managed to concoct a potion.

However, not every hunting dog is named Susie.

That failure also left some psychological scars on Maynard.

He never drank anything he had concocted again.