The main hall of the Cathedral of San Cassel is still as splendid as the Share once visited, and the various relief frescoes are full of classical atmosphere.

After bidding farewell to Brother Zachary, stepping into it, stepping on the white ground made of special Holy Light Stones, no dust on the surface of the black shoes could touch it.

Surrounded by white-robed monks, they were either talking softly to each other, looking down at a book, or admiring a mural.

Charles, who had been instructed, did not wander around or ask for directions, but went up the third floor of the church of San Cassel from the staircase in the depths of the lobby, and then came to a door marked with the location of the Ministry of Evangelism.

After tidying up his clothes, he raised his hand, and a dull knock sounded in the light-filled hallway.

"Please come in."

There was a response from inside, and Charles pushed the door open.

Rectangular vertical glass windows, a light yellow coffee table in front of the window, a bookshelf full of books, and a brown desk with stacks of papers.

The high-backed chair behind the desk, and the middle-aged man in a cardigan with meticulous hair sitting on the chair.

It's more of a department than a study.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was bowing his head and writing a letter, and after Charles came in, he looked up and did not speak again, looking very busy.

Charles was unimpressed, and with the Eye of Truth, he saw the name of the man, Siegel. Saivi.

The rustle of the tip of the pen against the paper in the study continued, and soon after, the writing object resembling a fountain pen was put down by the middle-aged man, who then looked up at the young man sitting across from the desk.

"Charles. Cranston? He asked, his gaze pausing for a moment on the color of the young man's hair and pupils.

Because this Siegel is actually also a chauvinist with black hair and black eyes.

"Yes." Charles replied.

The other party is thin, with ordinary facial features, the upper lip and two mustaches are the same as his hair, which is combed very smoothly, and the appearance of black hair and black eyes is very kind at first glance.

"Hello, I'm Siegel. Saivi. ”

As he spoke, he got up and shook Charles' hand, and then without sitting down, he picked up the kettle in the corner of his desk and poured him a cup of instant tea for Charles, saying as he poured, "It's not easy to get you from the Demon Hunting Department and the choir, especially a chauvinist like me, who is not very familiar with everything here. However, thanks to the support of the archbishop. ”

His voice seems to be very kind, probably because he belongs to the same "human race", or it may have an element of winning people's hearts.

However, Charles only smiled at this, pretending to be shy and did not respond, but thanked him after taking the cup of tea.

The other party didn't do anything homely, and quickly got to the point after mentioning it a little.

"The gospel department is still in the planning stage, so there is no task to arrange, you come today to make a preliminary report, and when my side is completely busy, when the work can really begin, I will inform you in advance."

This was a bit unexpected, and he thought he was going to get busy when he came.

But for him with stable demand, this is naturally better. So Charles nodded.

Seeing this, the mustachioed Siegel sitting in a chair pulled open the desk drawer, took out a stack of things from it, and handed it to Charles.

"These are our documents, our benefits system, our job requirements, and our salary, you can take a look."

Charles took it and looked down, and saw that there were a lot of things, but in fact they were not too varied.

A book called Newspaper Interviews, a stack of sheets full of text, a quill crossed with a parchment scroll on the back, and a document with basic information about Charles on the front.

A white notebook with a cross of thorns on the cover, and a special magic pen similar to a fountain pen that Siegel used to write his letters—something that didn't need ink to work, and Charles knew what it did when he took it.

"After the formal planning is completed, we are assigned tasks, travel to various parts of Turin to cover the news, and then write articles for publication in our church's internal newspaper, as well as other major newspapers that are very influential in Turin, which is the basic part of our work."

As Charles looked at the things, Siegel explained: "During this time you can watch the interview book and learn about the rules and regulations of our department, and of course, if possible, you should visit the various newspapers in Turin and talk to the senior reporters." ”

As he spoke, seeing Charles nodded, he explained: "Our remuneration is determined according to the quality of the interview content, because it is not local, it takes a long time, so the minimum is 5 contribution points, and the maximum is not limited, but whether you can quickly earn the contribution value of the church depends on your own ability, I think it will be good for you to go to the newspaper to study." ”

"Thank you, I will." Charles nodded again as if earnestly, his gaze never completely off the stack of papers in his hand.

Because among them, there are not only various rules, but also a list of magic that can be exchanged.

The Church's list of theoric spells Charr had seen it once when he was in Pita City, and he had never seen it since, so he could see it very seriously now.

In the dense list of divine spells, the lowest illumination spell requires five contribution points to redeem, and the highest is a fifth ring-level resurrection spell with 300 points.

Higher spells are not recorded.

Charles saw the sacred spider web technique that Brother Zachary had used that night, and needed 100 contribution points.

The Divine armor with strong defense requires 70 and the shield requires 50.

Of course, if you want to redeem these, you must be promoted to the third ring, otherwise you will not change even if you want to change churches, because you will not need them.

Among them, Charles also saw the requirement to advance to the second ring - 60 contribution points.

"Seems like a lot? But if that's true, then I shouldn't have to work hard to get to the ring. ”

muttered secretly, for the money, monthly salary and rules and regulations recorded in the information, he just glanced at it casually and didn't care much.

However, after discovering one of the rules, he was slightly stunned, and then asked, "You have to work in pairs when you go out on a mission?" ”

Siegel, who was looking at Charles, nodded. "That's right, we mainly think about safety, and two people can take care of each other when they go out."

"Can it be alone?"

"Nope." Siegel shook his head: "This is the rule set during the headquarters meeting. ”

"Okay." Charles sighed, and then didn't look any further.

It's nothing to look at, it's basically the same thing, there are a lot of rules, but when it comes to going out on a mission, no one is watching.

Spells are also a basket, but it's a pity that no amount of contribution is in vain

"By the way, about your stigmata inscription." Siegel said suddenly: "The inscription stigma was originally intended to only engrave what you had learned before, but I have read your information, and you will only purify it now, right?" ”

"Yes." Charles nodded, since he joined the church, he has not had the opportunity to do more tasks, running back and forth, and he has not completely established himself until now.

"That's ......" Siegel pondered for a moment, then took out a note and wrote a line on it: "I'll give you a special application, and the two spells of expulsion and healing are equal to the purification level, if you don't want to engrave purification, then this is also the other two options for you." ”

After he finished speaking, he handed the written note to Charles: "The third room on the left corner is Master Steven's office, I said hello, you can find him." ”

"Okay, thanks."

Looking at the note, Charles knew that it meant that he could leave, so he got up and left, but before that, the mustache Siegel gave him another advice.

"It will hurt to engrave the stigma, so be mentally prepared."

……

"How much more pain can it hurt?"

Muttering secretly, Charles walked out of the ministry of the Gospel and didn't care.

After a few knocks in the office, the young man stepped in, and in a few moments, a scream of astonishment reverberated through the door and into the hallway.