Demon Change the Earth

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The Holy See of Light, the pioneer recruitment point for the sixth district of the new city.

In the small grocery room outside the No. 1 warehouse.

A boy dressed as a servant and a bright girl dressed in white snow were sitting together, hiding from everyone's sight, talking secretly.

The girl Wu Jinyan said quietly: "I, I'm going to choose a saint."

The boy Wang Biao responded dumbfoundedly: "Oh!"

Wu Jinyan: "What did you say about the assignment?"

Wang Biao shook his head, his eyes lowered sadly: "I don't know yet, the worst is to leave Xiangbei, anyway, my mother can take it, it doesn't matter."

"How can it be the same? Why are you so unmotivated!?" Wu Jinyan was a little anxious, and his voice became louder, "You have to work hard. Also, do you have the qualification to be a trainee priest?"

"No, the priest said that my faith is not pious enough."

Wu Jinyan: "Stupid...Listen up, let me teach you a way."

"any solution?"

Wu Jinyan carefully glanced left and right, and whispered in Wang Biao's ear: "It means that every time you pray, you imagine, only imagine one, light, warmth, kindness, justice... Then substitute it in, use the most Substitute a good image, so that you can accept it, and then tell yourself over and over again, let yourself be moved, it is best to be moved to tears, sputtering..."

"I, I can't do it."

"Stupid, that's how I came here, and I passed the qualification soon, it's not difficult at all."

"Then, let me try again."

"It's not about trying, it's about working hard. You must do it, so that you can become a trainee priest, so that you won't be sent out, and you can stay in Xiangbei."

"It's the same in the inner and outer provinces. Anyway, they are all remote areas, and the danger is the same."

"How can it be the same? You belong to the Holy See in the province, and you belong to other dioceses outside the province. Besides, other provinces have not changed their opening. Sequencers are restricted everywhere, and there are repression and persecution. It is already dangerous and difficult enough. , but also to guard against all kinds of open and dark arrows, how can we develop, how can we develop faith?"

"Okay, I'll try it when I get back today."

"It's up to you, don't let me down"

"Um."

The whispering of the teenagers and girls came to an end, Wu Jinyan patted his skirt and stood up.

"Jinyan, Jinyan, Aunt Liu called you, Jinyan!?"

"Here we come!" Wu Jinyan agreed, "I, I'm leaving, you, you have to take care!"

Wang Biao was also a little excited, and wanted to hold Wu Jinyan's hand, but hesitated for a while, not daring to do it.

But Wu Jinyan stepped forward boldly, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek very quickly, a blush rose on his face, and he pushed the door and ran out as if fleeing.

Wang Biao touched the kissed cheek and smiled silly.

"Biaozi, Biaozi, how long has it been since you got a tuba!?"

"Ah, here we come, here we come!"

Wang Biao hurriedly left the warm hut and came to the entrance hall facing the street in two steps.

As soon as you walk in, there is a bustling scene. There are dense crowds of people queuing up at the windows of each registration point. Many young people like Wang Biao are busy, and documents, materials, and seals are flying around!

Shouts, noises, noises, scolding, only when you are very close can you hear what the person on the other side is saying.

Wang Biao quickly returned to his post. As soon as he stood firmly, the trainee pastor at the window level pushed him up and said, "Hold on for a while, I'll go get a tuba."

"ah!?"

"Hey, register, I've been waiting for two hours, damn it!"

"Oh!" Wang Biao hurriedly picked up a registration form and handed it out through the window.

The big man outside the window looked like a bandit, blocked there like a hill, picked up a pen and paper, glanced at it with copper bell-like eyes, and began to write.

At this moment, a melodious bell rang, and someone shouted: The counting of votes in the House of Commons has begun.

Someone else scolded: Damn, the torment is finally over!

for a while,

The hall was even more noisy, and Wang Biao couldn't even hear what the people nearby said.

The clergy of the Holy See kept shouting: Be quiet, be quiet.

But no one paid attention to it, unless a Sequence 8 who could hold the scene came, these people would not pay attention to what a Muggle said.

The recruitment site is full of sequencers, and there are people from all over the country. Most of them have no naturalization (no industry, no acting position, no naturalization without performance relationship) from other places.

They are all low-level Sequence 9s who are not very good at mixing, and those who are a little bit human and promising will not appear here.

The re-opened Jiangcheng has become a banner and a window. Sequencers from all over the country pour in. Every day, every hour, and every moment, people walk into this city of miracles.

However, the resources of the City of Miracles are also limited, and the positions played are restricted by the total population base (the sum of the new city and the old city), which makes it more and more difficult for ordinary Sequence 9s to become naturalized here.

If you cannot be naturalized, you will not be able to find a "job", thus forming an endless loop.

The increasing number of wandering sequencers has posed challenges to all aspects of Jiangcheng, and has become an increasingly prominent and thorny problem that must be solved.

One of the several measures enacted by the House of Lords is to encourage this purposeful outreach and recruitment.

Northern Hunan is large enough, and many small towns isolated by jungles and dangerous roads have not been recovered. It is entirely possible to organize these people and use waste to alleviate the problem of increasing saturation of sequencers.

Therefore, the recruitment of the Bright Holy See is generally supported and encouraged.

Despite all these worries.

"Here, it's finished!"

Wang Biao took the registration form sweating profusely, glanced at it roughly, pointed to one of the columns and shouted: "No, the number of family members is limited, up to ten people, you are too much."

The strong man like a bandit was furious when he heard the words, he slapped the window suddenly, and shouted: "They are all people who live with me, there are only so many, and you can't leave that one behind!"

"One sequencer, the Holy See can only afford ten people for free, and you will bear the excess by yourself."

"Damn, can you accommodate me!?"

Wang Biao shook his head.

"Don't fool me, boy, what about the one in front just now?"

"That's because all the above-mentioned personnel have converted, and with the status of religious people, naturally..."

"Well, you force people into..."

Wang Biao quickly said: "There is no coercion, it's all voluntary. If you want to, you can refuse...Next!"

"Wait, I have converted, and the whole family has converted, what should I do?"

"Windows 1-7 in the inner room, please make way, next one!"

...

Wang Biao didn't stick any water and rice all day, and he was already dizzy and dizzy at night. He finally retired from his front-line post when he was replaced by the guard.

"The counting of the votes in the House of Commons is over. I heard that the result is very good. The pastors are very happy. All the senior leaders of the church are together and are preparing to celebrate tomorrow."

After hearing the news, Wang Biao quickly filled his stomach, came to a prayer room and knelt down, recalling Wu Jinyan's explanation, and tried it.

Everyone is working hard, and you should also work hard.