Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 364 First Day on the Job

In the eastern part of Backlund, in this slum area, there is always a patch of land that is clean and tidy.

This was not a harsh punishment from the landowners, but rather the unanimous will of all the poor in the East End.

No poor person would enter this land to pray with filth; it would be a desecration of dreams and of the light of hope in their hearts.

This is the only church of the Dream Order in Backlund, and also the largest church in the Kingdom of Rune.

The Dream Cult is unique everywhere. It is not an orthodox church, but it has the highest authority to proselytize and can build churches and erect statues in any city or town.

Most of the time, the Dream Church is built in places like the East Backlund district.

The Industrial Revolution was a global trend, and the Dream Church did not try to stop it. However, with the existence of the Dream Church, the poor in the East Side slums could still have a glimmer of hope.

Following that incident of the evil god's sacrifice, the Dream Cult, together with other churches, secured the "Survival Act."

This is the greatest benefit for these poor people.

"This is a completely different world..." Klein walked from the suburbs, through the East District, and then into this dreamlike church.

He came to assume his post, and his application was easily approved. He is now the Dream Bishop of Backlund, and with this title alone, he has already entered high society. Even royalty and nobles have to treat him with respect.

"Hello, I'm here to take up my post." Klein handed the letter of appointment he had received from Bishop Truman to a priest of the Dream Church.

"Is this the new bishop?" The Dream Cultist's eyes lit up, and he quickly welcomed Klein into the church and informed the original archbishop of the church.

"A new church member?" Soon, Klein saw an old man dressed in a white bishop's robe come out.

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

"Fellow believer, you've finally arrived! You're... Mr. John Constantine, right? So young, you have a bright future ahead of you..." The archbishop was incredibly enthusiastic from the start, making Klein feel a little uncomfortable.

John Constantine was just a name Klein randomly picked, and the current version of him doesn't even resemble Klein; rather, it's a modified version of the John from his memory.

In his mind, the identity of John required him to frequently attend gatherings of various high-society figures, so being able to make connections was the best option.

"Mr. Claude, I..." Klein looked at Bishop Claude, wanting to say something, but Bishop Claude spoke too fast, leaving Klein no time to interrupt.

"John, the higher-ups sent you to Backlund not so that you would be subordinate to me, right?"

"I suspect the higher-ups want to train you, and they'll most likely transfer you back to headquarters for further promotions. We can't go against their wishes, so the affairs of Backlund are now in your hands!"

Klein and the archbishop opposite him both had a sudden flash of inspiration and each reacted in their own way.

Klein reached out to grab Bishop Claude's hand, but Bishop Claude simply pressed his hand to his chest.

hum!

The spiritual intuition of the two "fairy tale wizards" was naturally correct, and there was only one reason why they acted at the same time: they sensed a certain development that was detrimental to themselves.

A dreamlike phosphorescence suddenly erupted from Bishop Claude's hand; Klein had almost used the Spirit Thread to interrupt his opponent's actions.

But after all, he was a senior, and he wouldn't lay a hand on such an old man, so he suppressed his impulse.

But the other side showed no sign of stopping. After a burst of dreamlike phosphorescence, Bishop Claude vanished without a trace...

Uh… Klein was speechless, realizing what Bishop Claude was doing.

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

The priest standing to the side, with an expression of complete indifference, looked at Klein and asked.

"..." Klein suppressed the slight throbbing in his brow and asked, "What did Bishop Claude go to do?"

"He must have gone to study machinery with Mr. Horamik of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery," the priest explained.

"Normally, we won't see Bishop Claude for a month unless there are important matters to attend to."

"Then you may never see Archbishop Claude again." Klein was certain that he had been blamed by the archbishop, and as long as he was still here, the archbishop would most likely never return.

Klein already knew that the Dream Cult was full of oddballs, but this still left him speechless. The position of Archbishop represented far more than just mechanical research.

The most obvious benefit is that the funds for the Dream Cult in Backlund and even the entire Kingdom of Rune will flow through this church, which is a terrifying amount.

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

"That makes sense!" the priest agreed.

"..." Klein glanced at the priest and felt that he was not quite normal either.

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

"I suggest you go directly to Bishop Claude's office, which is rarely used even once a month."

Are all priests in the Dream Cult this temperamental? They directly suggested I "usurp the throne"?

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

"Yes."

Klein's lips twitched as he was led by the priest to an office deep inside the Dream Church.

The environment here is great; after all, it's the Dream Cult, so they're not short of money.

Then, the priest began to call on others to bring over some documents that needed to be processed.

"Are these all the documents that need to be processed?" Klein's expression suddenly changed, and he almost turned and ran away.

Before long, the office was piled high with documents.

"Tell me, when was the last time Bishop Claude handled documents?" Klein's eyes were a little unsteady.

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

"I..." Klein's face twisted slightly.

"Put it here." But Klein quickly relaxed and nodded slightly to the priests.

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

"Where are you going? Come and help me get these things sorted out." Klein looked at these priests who were not very respectful, but rather seemed to be gloating.

"In order to train you, I will also give you the power to approve, and in the end you just need me to sign it."

Klein pointed to the huge pile of documents and said, and the priests' faces immediately fell.

(End of this chapter)