The Holy See of Light, the pioneering recruitment point of the six districts of New City.

In the small grocery room outside warehouse No. 1.

A boy dressed in a servant sat with a bright girl in white, avoiding everyone's sight and having a secret conversation.

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

The young man Wang Biaomumu responded blankly: "Oh!"

Wu Jinyan: "What did you say about what you assigned?"

Wang Biao shook his head and lowered his head with a gloomy look: "I don't know yet. The worst thing is to leave Xiangbei. Anyway, my mother can take it with me, so 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, and also, are you qualified to be a priest?"

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

Wu Jinyan: "Stupid... Listen, I'll teach you a way."

"What's the solution?"

Wu Jinyan looked around carefully and muttered in Wang Biao's ear: "Every time you pray, you imagine, just imagine a kind of light, warmth, loving, and justice... Then substitute it and use the best image to substitute it, so that you can accept it, and then tell yourself over and over again, let yourself be moved, and the best crying is touched, and it is thrilling..."

"I, I can't do it."

"Idiot, that's how I came here, I passed quickly, it was not difficult at all."

"Then, I'll try again."

"It's not a try, it's hard work. You must do it so that you can become an intern pastor, not be sent out, and stay in northern Hunan."

"Inner and other provinces are the same. Anyway, they are all remote areas and the same danger."

"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 been reopened. Serialists are restricted everywhere, and there are suppression and persecution. It is already dangerous and difficult enough. You must be guarded against all kinds of open and hidden arrows. How can you develop your faith? "

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

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

"Um."

The whispers of the young girl came to an end, and Wu Jinyan patted her skirt and stood up.

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

"Here you!" Wu Jinyan agreed, "I, I'm leaving, you, you must take care of yourself!"

Wang Biao was also a little excited and wanted to pull Wu Jinyan's hand. He hesitated for a moment and did not dare to take action.

But Wu Jinyan took a bold step forward, hugged him, and kissed him very quickly. A rosy rosy flew out of his face, and he pushed the door and ran out like he ran away.

Wang Biao touched the kissed cheek and smiled foolishly.

"Biaozi, Biaozi, how long has it been for a big shot?"

"Ah, here, here!"

Wang Biao hurriedly left the warm hut and came to the foyer facing the street in three steps.

As soon as I walked in, there was a lot of lively people, queuing up at the various registration windows one after another. Many teenagers like Wang Biao were busy, without placing the floor, documents, information, and seals!

Shouts, noises, noises, scoldings, only when you are very close can you hear what the opposite side is saying.

Wang Biao hurried back to his post. As soon as he stood firm, the intern pastor at the window level pushed him up and said, "You hold on for a while, I'll go to a big size."

"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 from the window.

The big man outside the window looked like a bandit, blocking it like a hill. He picked up paper and pen, looked at his eyes like a copper bell for a few times, and then 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 scolded: Damn, I finally finished the trouble!

For a moment, the hall became even more noisy, and Wang Biao couldn't even hear anything nearby.

The clergy in the Holy See kept shouting: Quiet, Quiet.

But no one paid attention to it. Unless there is a sequence 8 of the scene that can be suppressed, these people will not pay attention to what a Muggle said.

The recruitment sites are full of serializers, and there are all from all over the country. Most of them are not naturalized people from other places (no industry, no role, and no relationship with the proprietorship).

They are all under-level sequences that are not very good, and those who are slightly more popular and have a little bit of a human appearance will not appear here.

The reopened Jiangcheng has become a banner and a window, and people from all over the country have entered this miracle city every day, every moment, every moment.

However, the resources of the City of Miracle are also limited, and the positions they play are subject to the total population base (the sum of the new and old cities), which makes it increasingly difficult to naturalize the general sequence 9 here.

If you cannot be naturalized, you cannot find a "job", which forms a vicious cycle.

The increasing number of wandering sequences poses a challenge to all aspects of Jiangcheng, becoming a difficult problem that has become increasingly prominent and has to be solved.

The House of Lords has therefore formulated several measures, one of which is to encourage such purposeful development and recruitment.

North Hunan is big enough that many small towns isolated from jungle and dangerous roads have not been recovered. It is possible to organize all these people and use waste to alleviate the problem of increasing saturation of sequencers.

Therefore, the recruitment of the Holy See of Light was generally supported and encouraged.

Despite all these and other hidden worries.

"Here, it's written!"

Wang Biao took the registration form with a sweat, took a brief look, pointed to one of the columns and shouted: "No, there is a limit on the number of family members, at most ten people, you are too much more than that."

The strong bandit-like man was furious when he heard this, and slapped the window suddenly, yelling: "They are all people who make money with me. There are only so many people, so it's not enough to leave that!"

"A sequencer, the Holy See can only bear ten people for free, and you will bear the excess."

"Damn it, can you be comfortable with it?"

Wang Biao shook his head.

"Don't fool me, how can the one in front just now?"

"That's because all the people who exceed them have converted, and with the identity of the priest, naturally..."

"Okay, you forced people to enter..."

Wang Biao hurriedly said: "There is no coercion, it's all up to voluntary. If you are willing or not, you can refuse... next!"

"Wait, I have converted, and the whole family has converted. What should I do with the procedures?"

"Walking room No. 1-7, I will give in, next!"

...

Wang Biao had not stuck water for a day, and was already so tired that he was dizzy at night. He finally waited until the change of duty to retire from the front-line position.

"The vote count in the House of Commons is over. I heard that the results are very good. The pastors are very happy. All the senior leaders of the Order 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. He recalled Wu Jinyan's explanation and tried it.
Chapter completed!