Do ratmen dream of the sacred tree of spirits?

Chapter 74 Farewell

Mr. Victor gradually taught Fafnir these relatively simple second-tier spells, such as Water Curtain, Wind Slash, and Earth Shield, through guided spellcasting.

As for the more complex second-tier spells, such as the "Spirit Mark," the spell Mr. Victor used to mark the smuggled spirit amber on the "Anvil,"

Fafnir cannot learn this now; it requires advancement to Enlightened One and a more stable spiritual state before it can be used.

This semester is coming to an end again.

……

"Victor, are you leaving soon? The Eastern Regional Council has decided that you need to go and take office at the end of July."

"Yes... Teacher Ze Ruo, some temporary adjustments have been made to the regions. The Eastern Region is highly vigilant about the arrival of the demons, and messengers from various locations have been reassigned in different ways."

By the way, where will you be transferred to in September?

"Victor, you'll have to walk your own path from now on. I'm getting old, so I should probably go back to the First University and do what I used to do. Hehe, come visit me when you have time, and see your juniors."

"Haha, of course, teacher, thank you for these three years. I will never forget your guidance during my doctoral studies..."

……

Fafnir personally received a promotion order from Mr. Victor.

Looking at the words "Now promoted to a fourth-level priest of the Church of the God of Death,"

Fafnir felt a little dazed.

To be honest, it's a bit unbelievable that I've been with the Church of the God of Death for less than three years.

A fourth-level priest signifies a full-fledged priest of the Church of the God of Death.

Unless it is a resolution of the Eastern Regional Synod of Bishops, a fully ordained priest cannot be excommunicated by the Church.

Moreover, as a fourth-degree clergyman, one receives an annual stipend equivalent to a full gold pound rank series.

From now on, Fafnir's salary is comparable to that of his parents, who were senior financial officers.

"Congratulations, my little Fafnir! Haha, are you happy?"

"Thank you, Mr. Victor," Fafnir said, feeling a little embarrassed. To be honest, he felt he hadn't done anything and had somewhat "received something for nothing."

"I'm so happy, thank you so much."

"You deserve it, Fafnir, and with your current extraordinary level, you could become an important fighting force under Kingsley, even in the Lorraine Territory Police Department."

Oh, and there are also promotion orders for Little Martha and Little Allen. They'll be issued in a couple of days, promoted to Level 2 Assistant Priests. They've worked hard these past few years. Let's take a group photo and have a meal together then.

I never expected the two little ones to be so exceptional; they've already mastered meditation and clairvoyance so skillfully. I originally thought their aptitude would make it very difficult for them to grasp these techniques.

It seems I misjudged him...

"Yes, Mr. Victor, I'll go tell them the good news right away." Fafnir was genuinely happy for Alan and Martha; this was wonderful.

"By the way, Fafnir, come drop me off at six in the morning on the last weekend of July, right at the school gate."

"...Of course, Mr. Victor."

……

It was still dark outside, around four in the morning. Fafnir, still unable to sleep, finally got up. He couldn't wait any longer and got up to wash, change into his priest's robes, and get ready.

The raven feathers on his chest have now turned silver.

……

Mr. Victor approached the carriage, wearing the black priest's robe with a golden raven feather embroidered on the chest.

Fafnir recalled three years ago,

Three years ago, at this same school, Mr. Victor sat in his carriage and said with a smile, "In that case, we're colleagues."

Three years later, Mr. Victor was leaving.

Mr. Victor walked to the door, glanced at the people present, and smiled: "So many people have come?"

"How could we not come to see off His Excellency the Bishop on his promotion?" Bishop Kingsley joked.

Mr. Victor shook his head and didn't reply. He walked up to Fafnir and looked down at him.

Fafnir looked up and met those eyes. He saw Mr. Victor's approval and satisfaction.

"Little Fafnir".

"Mr. Victor."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Mr. Victor reached out a hand and patted him on the shoulder:

"My little Fafnir, you'll have to walk your own path from now on."

Fafnir nodded.

"Don't neglect your spell practice, and continue filling the spiritual gaps. I've left you plenty of spiritual amber... Feel free to write to me if you have any questions."

"thank you."

"I've already spoken to Kingsley about the East Side School for Poor Children. He'll be keeping an eye on it. If you encounter any difficulties, just contact him."

Fafner nodded again.

Mr. Victor withdrew his hand and turned to Martha and Allen:

"Little Martha, Little Allen," he said solemnly.

"You are now Level 2 Assistant Priests, so do a good job."

"Thank you, Mr. Victor." Martha bowed slightly to Mr. Victor.

Allen nodded: "We won't let you down."

"I know, keep it up." Victor smiled.

He walked up to Sister Fanning, and the two locked eyes for a moment.

Sister Fanning said, "Let's go, stop dawdling."

Mr. Victor smiled and said, "Sister Fanning, thank you for your help over the years."

"It's no trouble at all, since you haven't really been involved in school affairs anyway."

A few people around laughed, and Fafnir smiled too, but the smile didn't last long.

Mr. Victor walked up to Kingsley, and the two shook hands.

"The security of Lorraine is in your hands," Victor said.

"Don't worry." Kingsley nodded, released his grip, and took a half-step back.

"Thank you all for coming to see me off."

Someone said "Have a safe trip," and someone else said "Take care."

Mr. Victor walked toward the carriage, but after a couple of steps, he stopped and turned back.

"Little Fafnir".

Fafner looked at him,

Mr. Victor paused for a moment:

"You're no longer the rat-man kid who knelt in the hallway scrubbing the floor three years ago."

Fafnir waited for Mr. Victor to continue, his nose tingling slightly.

"You are a fourth-level priest of the Church of the God of Death, a teacher at the East District School for the Poor Children, a future enlightener, a messenger... or even a cardinal."

I believe in you.

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"You got to where you are today not because of my help, but because you moved forward on your own. Never forget that."

Fafnir wanted to say that you helped him so much, that you made him who he is, and that he remembered every single day of those three years.

But in the end, Fafnir only said one sentence: "Thank you, Mr. Victor, I will never forget it."

Mr. Victor smiled.

He waved, turned around, opened the carriage door, and got into the carriage.

Fafner stood at the entrance of the grammar school, watching the carriage drive further and further away. The carriage moved very slowly, as if to give those who were seeing it off a few more glances.