Chapter 363: The First Day on the Job

In the East District of Backlund, there is always a piece of land in this area where the poor gather that is clean and tidy.

This is not out of harsh punishment from the landowner, but the unanimous will of all the poor in the East District.

Not a single poor person would enter this area with filth to pray; that would be a desecration of the Dream, and also a desecration of the light of hope in their hearts.

This is the only church of the Dream Sect in Backlund, and also the largest church in the Loen Kingdom.

In any place, the Dream Sect is special; it is not an Orthodox Church, yet it possesses the highest missionary rights, able to build churches and erect Statues in any city or town.

And most of the time, the Dream Church is built in places like the East District of Backlund.

The Industrial Revolution is the trend of the world, and the Dream Sect has not blocked it, but with the existence of the Dream Church, the poor in the East District slums can also have a glimmer of insignificant hope.

And after that incident involving the sacrifice to an evil god, the Dream Sect even worked together with other churches to secure the Survival Act.

For these poor people, this is the greatest benefit.

"A new fellow believer?" Soon, Klein saw an old man wearing white Bishop robes walk out.

"Fellow believer, you have finally come. It is... Mr. John Constantine, right? So young, the future is limitless..." This Archbishop was incredibly enthusiastic from the start, making Klein somewhat unable to adapt.

Hum!

The Spirituality intuition of two "Fairy Tale Mages" naturally would not be wrong, and the only reason for them to act at the same time is that they sensed some development unfavorable to themselves.

"This is completely two different worlds..." Klein walked from the suburbs, passed through the East District, and then walked into this Dream Church.

"John, the higher-ups sent you to Backlund, surely not to let you be subordinate to me, right?"

He was here to take up his post, his application was approved with ease, and now he was already the Dream Bishop stationed in Backlund; with this status alone, he had already entered the upper class, and even the Royal Family and nobles would have to treat him with courtesy.

"Mr. Claude, I..." Klein looked at Bishop Claude, wanting to say something, but this Bishop Claude spoke truly too fast, leaving Klein unable to interject.

John Constantine was entirely a name Klein had picked at random, and he was not in Klein's appearance either, but the appearance of that John from his memory, achieved through face-pinching.

"Hello, I am here to take up my post." Klein handed the appointment letter he obtained from Bishop Chumen to a cleric of the Dream Church.

Klein reached out to grab Bishop Claude's hand, while Bishop Claude pressed lightly on his chest.

He was already very old, his hair had turned completely white, but his eyes were bright and spirited, and he was overjoyed to see Klein.

"I suspect the higher-ups want to temper you, and in all likelihood, they will transfer you back to headquarters later to continue your promotion, so we cannot go against the will of the higher-ups. From now on, the affairs of Backlund will be left to you!"

But he was a senior after all, and he would not strike at such an old man, so he suppressed his impulse.

Dream Phosphor erupted violently from Bishop Claude's hands, and Klein almost used his Spirit Body Thread to interrupt the opponent's movements.

Klein and the Archbishop opposite him felt their Spirituality jump at the same time, and each made their own reaction.

In his positioning, the identity of John needed to frequently attend various gatherings of upper-class figures, so being able to show his face was for the best.

"Is it the new Bishop?" This Dream Sect believer's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly welcomed Klein into the church and notified the original Archbishop of this church.

But the opponent had no intention of stopping; after a burst of Dream Phosphor, Bishop Claude disappeared directly...

Uh... Klein had black lines on his face, realizing what exactly Bishop Claude was doing.

"Bishop Constantine, do you need me to move the various documents to your office?"

The cleric on the side had an expression of being used to it, looking at Klein and asking.

"..." Klein suppressed his twitching brow and asked, "What did Bishop Claude go to do?"

"He should have gone to study machinery with Mr. Horamick of the Church of Steam and Machinery," the cleric explained.

"Under normal circumstances, if there are no important matters to resolve, we don't see Bishop Claude for a month."

"Then you might never see Bishop Claude again." Klein had already determined that he had been dumped with the responsibility by this Archbishop; as long as he was still here, this Archbishop would likely not return.

He had long known that the Dream Sect was full of oddballs, but this still left Klein somewhat speechless; the position of Archbishop represented things far greater than simple mechanical research.

The most direct thing was that the funds for the Dream Sect in Backlund, or even the entire Loen Kingdom, would flow through this church; that was a terrifying figure.

But Claude just couldn't wait to throw the responsibility and even the power to Klein.

"Makes sense!" that cleric echoed.

"..." Klein glanced at this cleric, feeling that he was not very normal either.

"Send those documents that need to be processed to my office. I should have an office, right?"

"I suggest you go directly to Bishop Claude's office, sir; it is rarely used even one day a month."

Are the clerics of the Dream Sect all this full of character? Directly suggesting I "usurp the throne"?

"... Prepare a new one for me."

"Yes."

Klein's mouth twitched, and under the guidance of the cleric, he arrived at an office deep within the Dream Church.

The environment here was very good; after all, it was the Dream Sect, they were not short on money.

Subsequently, this cleric began to call others to carry over some documents that needed to be processed.

"These are all documents that need to be processed?" Klein's expression suddenly changed, and he almost turned around and ran.

Before long, the documents in the office had piled up like a mountain.

"Tell me, when was the last time Bishop Claude processed documents?" Klein's eyes were a bit hollow.

"About fifty-four days ago," the cleric replied.

"I..." Klein's expression was slightly distorted.

"Put them here." But soon Klein relaxed and nodded lightly to the few clerics.

"Yes!" The clerics were all preparing to take their leave.

"Where are you going? Come help me finish these things." Klein looked at these clerics who were not very respectful, but rather gloating.

"In order to cultivate you, I also grant you the power to approve them; just bring them to me for a signature at the end."

Klein pointed at that huge pile of documents and said, and the faces of the few clerics instantly fell.