SWDnovel Chapter 55 The New Teacher
Chapter 55 The New Teacher
Ryan was rather cold this November. Fafnir, drawing on his limited geographical knowledge from his previous life, guessed that it might be due to a warm or cold current in the sea outside Ryan Harbor.
Of course, it's also possible that it's some kind of La Niña or El Niño phenomenon, though he's long forgotten what it actually is.
Fafnir remembers that at this time last year, he wouldn't catch a cold even if he wore only a single layer of coarse cloth long-sleeved clothing.
Now, he has to wear this priest's robe every day to keep warm.
Fortunately, he had two priest's robes, otherwise it would have been difficult to change and wash them.
He was able to apply for a priest's robe from the church every year, but Fafnir's share for the past two years was given to Clint and Elisa.
He gave his parents their clothing sizes without their permission, and they were both happy and touched by Fafnir's actions, but also somewhat helpless.
But Fafnir didn't really need that many clothes; although he had grown taller, his old priest's robes were still wearable.
It's fine for my parents to wear. Anyway, if you cover up the raven feather logo that represents the Church of the God of Death, it's a decent and warm outfit.
That evening, Fafnir returned to his dormitory after dinner and heard Mr. Victor knocking on the door.
"Hey, my little Fafnir, I was quite busy the other day and forgot to come and wish you a happy birthday, haha."
Mr. Victor joked, "I'm already ten years old, and I'm wondering if I need to respect 'you,' this growing child."
Should I address you directly as "Mr. Fafnir" instead of your nickname "Little Fafnir"?
"Haha," Mr. Victor seemed to have amused himself.
"Alright, Fafnir, I'm not joking with you anymore."
I'm sorry, I've been really busy lately and haven't had time to see you. How have you been doing at the East Side School for Underprivileged Children these past two months?
"Hello, haha, Mr. Victor, you're so funny," Fafnir chuckled, noticing that Mr. Victor's complexion wasn't as good as before, and he seemed somewhat tired.
"It's great. I get along very well with Aunt Anna, and I also get along very well with the children. Most of them are good students who are eager to learn."
"Mr. Victor, you should get some rest too. You don't look as well as before."
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm not tired. I came to see you so late tonight mainly to discuss two things."
Mr. Victor paused for a moment:
"First of all, congratulations, Fafner, you have been successfully promoted to First-Class Assistant Priest, fulfilling the requirement of serving as a Second-Class Assistant Priest for two years. A few months' difference in this two-year period is acceptable."
Your stipend for the next semester will increase to 12 silver shields. Your grade certificate should be issued in a few days.
The second issue is that several relatively free pastors from the Lorraine church are unwilling to be transferred to the East End School for the Poor Children.
Starting next week, Martha and Allen, as volunteers for the Church of the God of Death, will be transferred to the East Side School for the Poor Children.
Fafnir felt much happier after hearing these words.
These are all good things!
"Goodnight, Fafnir, get some rest. Oh, and this is my birthday present for you. I hope you like it."
Just infuse it with spirituality.
Mr. Victor said goodbye to Fafnir and casually placed a box on the desk.
"Goodbye, Mr. Victor. Thank you. Good night!"
After Mr. Victor left, Fafnir opened the box with great anticipation.
A silver badge appeared before Fafnir's eyes.
It looked familiar; Fafnir remembered where he had seen it before.
It's a communicator.
Fafnir saw Mr. Victor use it aboard the Anvil.
Fafnir was pleased, but it wouldn't be of much use to him for the time being.
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On Monday morning, Fafnir left home half an hour earlier than usual.
He waited for a while at the entrance of the grammar school and saw Martha and Allen walking over from the dormitory building.
Martha and Allen were both wearing faded old robes and carrying cloth bags.
"Fafner!" Allen waved to him from afar.
"Good morning, Alan, Martha," Fafnir said as they approached. "Did you bring everything?"
"I've got everything," Martha patted her cloth bag. "We each had our lunches, which we bought at the cafeteria last night, and the textbooks that the logistics department gave us yesterday. I also brought a few fountain pens and some discarded draft paper from the library."
"Then, let's go."
It takes nearly fifty minutes to walk from the grammar school to the East Side School for Poor Children, but Fafner is used to the route and doesn't find it tiring at all.
However, Martha and Alan were out of breath when they arrived at their destination, as it was their first time walking there.
"Fafner, do you walk this far every day?" Martha leaned against a pillar at the church entrance, panting heavily.
"I'm used to it."
Allen didn't say anything, and squatted on the steps for a while before standing up.
"By the way, Fafnir, have you and Aunt Anna been teaching for the past two months? It must have been very hard work."
"It is indeed tiring," Fafner said honestly. "Teaching nearly fifty people with only two people is too exhausting."
We often have one person lecturing on stage while another person tutors the students from below, or supervises them to prevent them from playing around and to make them pay attention in class.
We take turns doing it, and we often feel very tired by the afternoon.
The church doors were pushed open from the inside.
Anna stood in the doorway, wearing a dark apron and holding a rag in her hand.
She saw Martha and Ellen, paused for a moment, then wiped her hands and nodded to them.
"Are you the new teachers?"
"Yes, Aunt Anna," Martha bowed slightly, "I am Martha, and this is my brother, Alan."
"Come in, don't stand outside, it's cold today." Anna stepped aside.
It was warmer inside the church than outside, but not by much.
The children who arrived early huddled on the bench, breathing out white puffs of air and rubbing their hands. When they saw Fafnir walk in, the little ones immediately surrounded him.
"Professor Fafnir!"
"Teacher, why are you here so early today?"
Fafnir nodded to them and stepped aside to let the two people behind him pass: "These two are the new teachers, Ms. Martha and Ms. Allen. They will teach you to read and do arithmetic from now on."
All the children's eyes fell on Martha and Allen.
Luca stood up from the bench, looked at Martha and Allen curiously, and asked, "Mr. Fafnir, are they also teachers from the grammar school?"
"Yes," Fafnir said.
"Do they also know magic?" Luca asked curiously.
Martha crouched down slightly, looking Luca straight in the eye. "We don't know magic, but I can read and do math. Would you like to learn?"
Luca nodded.
Alan stood to the side, surrounded by several children asking him all sorts of questions. His face flushed slightly, but he answered them relatively calmly.
A girl tugged at his sleeve and asked him if he could write her name. Allen took out paper and pen from his bag and wrote it down stroke by stroke.
Anna, standing to the side, watched them interact with the children and whispered to Fafnir, "These two kids are pretty good."
"Yes, Aunt Anna, they are old colleagues of mine, and they are all very nice to me." Fafnir nodded.