Varrela Calendar Change

"I remember Varrela Calendar Year 158 lasted for almost a full Old Calendar year," Gao Yuan's voice came from the side. "This Varrela Calendar Year 159 ended a bit too quickly..."

"Old Gao, let's not talk about the Varrela Calendar problem for now. I've found a more serious issue."

Chen Fan raised his hand and placed it on Gao Yuan's shoulder, a gesture full of awkwardness, adopting a solemn and earnest posture.

"If this continues..."

"Our Goddess might have a tendency to be a chatterbox!"

One: [?]

Gao Yuan: ???

Just imagine.

As time goes on, one Old Calendar day equals one Varrela year, and further down the line, a few minutes or even seconds will equal one Varrela year.

At the same time, the change of each Varrela year requires the Goddess's Divine Decree.

Then...

How much of a chatterbox would this Goddess have to be to continuously issue Divine Decrees one after another!

[This unit believes your thought process is a bit problematic.]

One voiced its complaint from its exclusive VIP complaint spot.

As for Gao Yuan...

He was still frowning, pondering the meaning behind Chen Fan's words.

Goddess, chatterbox?

These two words, which couldn't be more unrelated, directly caused Gao Yuan's brain to overheat.

"Cough!"

Afraid that the information baby would get stuck in a rut, Chen Fan quickly interrupted Gao Yuan's thoughts: "In short, the duration of each year in the Varrela Calendar is constantly shortening, right?"

Seeing Gao Yuan nod, Chen Fan asked another question:

"Why is that?"

Gao Yuan snapped out of his contemplation and glanced at Chen Fan with a strange look.

"What's so strange about that?"

"Because the Goddess said to change the year!"

Chen Fan: "..."

Damn, I feel like Gao Yuan's look just now was like looking at an idiot.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now."

Seeing that the information baby didn't have much useful information in his head, Chen Fan quickly changed the subject: "Remember that Isa from earlier?"

"Why does changing the Varrela Calendar have to be so... grand?"

"Isn't this a calendar only used within the Church?"

"Hmm?" Gao Yuan was stunned for a moment. "Isn't there anything about this in the Library?"

Before Chen Fan could ask, One proactively clarified:

[No, absolutely not.]

[Even the specific time of the Varrela Calendar's change is not extensively recorded.]

After confirming repeatedly, Chen Fan nodded to Gao Yuan with certainty: "There really isn't."

"That's strange..."

Gao Yuan raised his hand and scratched his head: "This matter isn't a secret."

"Let alone the Church, you could just grab a random passerby and they'd know the reason."

Under Chen Fan's confused gaze, Gao Yuan casually said something that shocked him immensely:

"On the day the Varrela Calendar changes years, the Goddess will descend from the God Kingdom to the world."

This short sentence brought tons of shock to Chen Fan.

Before Chen Fan could recover, Gao Yuan's voice continued to sound:

"At that time, all the believers in Varrela City will go to the Land of Divine Descent to attend the Divine Descent Ceremony."

"As God Chosen, we will stand before everyone and pray to the Goddess along with the Archbishop."

East Main Church Side Hall.

"Priest Isha."

A hoarse, mechanical voice came from the front, interrupting Isa's thoughts: "What are you thinking about?"

Looking at the pair of mechanical eyes glowing red under the black hood, Isa's face changed slightly as she came back to her senses, and she subconsciously apologized.

"Quinton, I'm, I'm sorry..."

"Hmph."

Quinton, dressed in a priest's black robe, snorted coldly, then used his mechanical hand to straighten his black robe, ensuring there wasn't a single wrinkle on it: "The Archbishop is coming soon, Priest Isha, it's better to be serious."

"Be careful not to give them a handle."

"Not everyone is as easy to talk to as that God Chosen."

Listening to the implied warning in his words, Isa felt a cold sweat break out on her back.

She was drenched in sweat.

Watching Quinton turn around, Isa composed herself and turned her gaze towards the metal door of the side hall.

I need to focus!

Isa secretly warned herself.

The change of year in the Varrela Calendar was a major event. Except for the Pope, all clergy would be busy with it.

Speaking of which, what did the Pope look like...

She hadn't seen the Pope's shadow in all the time she had been a member of the clergy.

She heard the Pope always stayed in the North Main Church. It would be great if she had a chance to see it...

"Isa."

A familiar voice came from behind her again: "Quinton and you are both priests, you don't actually need to be so afraid of him."

Isa snapped back to attention.

Her body trembled slightly, and her pretty face, hidden under the hood of her black robe, was a little distorted:

She had zoned out again!!

She had just said she needed to focus, and in the blink of an eye, she had zoned out!

"Isa?"

Seeing Isa frozen in place, the voice behind her sounded again.

Isa slowly turned around, and after recognizing the other person, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Deacon Carlisle?"

She raised her head slightly, looking up at the tall, thin deacon in a white robe.

Isa was silent for a moment, her small face tense, trying her best to appear calm and composed:

"...What did you just say?"

Carlisle couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at the black-robed priest in front of him, whose height was below average, he shook his head with a smile: "Isa, your old habit hasn't improved at all."

Isa fell silent.

The wide black hood completely concealed Isa's rich facial expressions.

"Isa, don't forget, you are already a priest," Carlisle repeated in a low voice, "You don't need to be so afraid of Quinton."

"Do you remember the method I taught you before?"

Isa was silent for a moment, then under Carlisle's gaze, she nodded gently, causing her wide black hood to move up and down as well.

"...Deacon Carlisle, you are right."

"Yes, that's it." Carlisle nodded with satisfaction, "Just agree with a couple of sentences, so others won't notice you've zoned out."

"...Deacon Carlisle, you are right."

Carlisle: "..."

Just as Carlisle was about to say something else, a steady, powerful sound of footsteps came from outside the open side hall door.

"The Archbishop is here."

Carlisle lowered his voice and reminded Isa: "Isa! Priest Isha!!"

"..."

The footsteps outside the door gradually approached. Under Carlisle's anxious gaze, Isa slowly turned around and, like the other God Chosen, turned her gaze towards the side hall door.

Just as Carlisle breathed a sigh of relief, a faint voice came from under the black hood in front of him.

"...Deacon Carlisle, you are right."

As soon as the words fell.

A figure in a deep red robe appeared at the side hall door.

Dozens of bishops in purple robes followed closely behind the deep red figure.