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Last night, Fafnir spent quite a while helping Martha and Allen with their training. After setting up a temporary framework for the first-order Water Ball technique, he also explained some bookkeeping knowledge to them. Fafnir has been teaching them bookkeeping for some time now, and he believes that Martha and Allen will soon be able to take the bookkeeping qualification exam at the Finance Committee in Lorraine. He had already taken the exam himself, and it wasn't very difficult.
Good morning, Fafnir.
As usual, the three of them walked together from the grammar school dormitory to the East Side School for Poor Children. The early September morning was already a bit chilly. Fafnir pulled up the collar of his priest's robe, and Martha and Allen also changed into priest's robes with brown raven feathers on the chest. As they walked, they still attracted a lot of attention, which made them a little uncomfortable.
The three of them turned into the familiar alley and saw a carriage parked in front of the church in the distance. It was black and bore the coat of arms of the Lorraine City Hall. Fafnir slowed his pace.
Two people were standing at the church entrance. One was Teacher Anna, who was wearing an ordinary gray robe and had a rather unpleasant expression on her face.
The other was a half-elf who didn't look very old. He was dressed in a dark suit, with a silver sacred tree emblem pinned to his chest. He had unconventional pointed ears and his hair was slicked back and shiny.
He was talking to Anna with his head down when Anna shook her head, and the man's face darkened.
"—I already said, this is Bishop Leiden's will," the man's voice was loud, and Fafnir heard it clearly: "From today onwards, I am in charge of this school, and you just need to cooperate."
Anna opened her mouth, then saw Fafnir approaching: "Fafnir, this gentleman says he is the head of the school."
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The man turned around, following her self-light, and looked down at Fafnir. His gaze lingered for a moment on the silver raven feather on Fafnir's chest, then looked at his face: "You're Fafnir Beckett?"
"It is I," Fafnir replied. "And you are?"
“Tyril Gideon,” the man said, standing there without reaching out, “Bishop Leyton has appointed me as the administrator of the East End School for the Poor Children. From this day forward, I will be in charge of all matters concerning the school.”
He paused for a moment: "You're a Level 4 Priest? You continue to oversee teaching; you don't need to worry about anything else."
Fafnir was silent for a moment. The Leyton bishop's men had arrived quite quickly. "What?" Tyrell Gideon retorted, "You have a problem with that?"
"No, welcome," Fafnir shook his head. "But I'd like to ask, since the East End School for Poor Children is affiliated with Grammar School, shouldn't the school's finances and personnel be managed by Sister Fanning, the headmistress of Grammar School?"
"I forgot to mention," Tyrell Gideon said curtly, "that the East District School for the Poor Children has been decreed by the Lorraine Council to be an independent entity, no longer part of the grammar school. Do you have any further questions?"
"there is none left."
Tyrell nodded, took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it—it was a letter of appointment, stamped with the seal of the Council of Lorraine and the signature of the Bishop of Leiden. "See it clearly?"
Fafnir glanced at it and nodded.
Tyrell put away the letter of appointment and walked into the church. He walked around the classrooms, then went to the backyard and looked around. "The conditions are terrible," Tyrell said. "Bishop Leiden values this school highly and has allocated funds to improve the facilities. All these old, dilapidated tables and benches need to be replaced, and this shed in the backyard can be torn down. The new school building needs to be—"
Fafnir followed behind him. Tyrell turned around and looked at Fafnir: "How long have you been here?"
"It's been over a year."
"After more than a year, it's come to this?"
Ms. Anna couldn't help but say, "Mr. Gideon, when Fafnir came here, there was nothing here except this church. It was only cleared out with the consent of the church leadership. It's already quite an achievement that he managed to do this."
"You don't need to interrupt here," Tyrell said impatiently. "I'm not denying his work, but this is a new phase."
He walked out of the church, stood at the door, and looked at the dilapidated houses and potholed roads in the alley. "The environment around here is too bad. Bishop Leiden's idea is that the school should look like a school. The walls need to be repaired, the gate needs to be replaced, and the road in front of the school gate needs to be repaired. We can't let the visiting dignitaries think that our church can't even run a school properly."
Tyrell turned around again, her gaze sweeping over Martha and Allen: "And who are these two?"
"They are Martha and Allen, assistant priests of the second rank, and teachers at the school," Fafnir explained simply.
Tyrell simply said "Oh," without asking any further questions.
"Also, do you have classes from 3 to 5 pm that aren't regular classes? Starting today, all of them will be canceled, as they negatively impact the school's image."
Fafnir turned around: "Mr. Gideon, those children..."
“I said, stop,” Tyrell Gideon interrupted him. “I’m speaking on behalf of Bishop Leyton. If you have any objections, go talk to him directly.”
Fafnir stood in the doorway, looking at Tyrell Gideon's face.
His face was expressionless, appearing quite indifferent. "I understand."
"Alright, that's all for today," Tyrell straightened his clothes. "I'll come back tomorrow. You can go about your classes as usual and do whatever you need to do."
He got into the black carriage, which drove out of the alley and soon disappeared from sight.
In the afternoon, after finishing his morning classes, Fafnir took a carriage to the city hall.
Bishop Leiden's office was on the third floor of the town hall. The corridor was long, covered with a deep red carpet, and the walls were adorned with an oil painting of the sacred tree.
Fafnir stood at the door for a moment, then gently knocked.
"Come in."
Bishop Leyton sat behind his desk, flipping through a document, with Edmund Grey standing beside him.
"It's you?" Bishop Leiden looked up and glanced at him. "It's Fafnir Beckett. What is it?"
"My esteemed Bishop of Leiden, I apologize for bothering you, but I would like to inquire about the afternoon classes at the East End School for the Poor Children from 3 to 5 p.m.
"Didn't Tyrell tell you? Stop." Bishop Leyton looked down at the documents again.
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“Those children,” Bishop Leighton put down the documents and leaned back in his chair, “are not formal students, and the afternoon classes are not formal courses. The Church has no obligation to provide education for every child who wants to learn to read. Our resources are limited, and we must use them wisely.”
Also, remember, don't come looking for me unless it's important. I'll let it slide this time, considering you're still young.
Fafnir understood that Bishop Leiden had told him to leave.
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