Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 380 A monastery is also a temple
"Phew! God help us, it's done."

Kraft rushed into the office, used his last bit of strength to throw himself into a chair, and collapsed into a huddled mass as if his bones had been removed.

"It's rare that you can even say a few good words to God the Father in private?"

Raymond pushed the cooled breakfast forward, but the nominal abbot lacked the strength to lift a finger, completely immersed in the softness of the cushions, and seemed unwilling to get up before the next meal.

However, he pushed the plate forward mainly as a formality, to make room for the clerk, not expecting the other person to bother eating a few bites, just as he never expected someone to get up and work voluntarily.

Since those two unfortunate kids who were banished down the mountain returned, Kraft has been frequently traveling between the operating room, the laboratory, and the ward, occasionally appearing in the restaurant and at morning prayers, but rarely appearing in the dean's office.

That's often how life is; you have to lose something for every choice you make.

You only realize how precious a superior like Green is—someone with a regular work-life balance and someone you can always reach when needed.

You can't say that Kraft wasn't doing anything productive; it's just that his understanding of what constitutes a productive job might differ slightly from others'.

He can be drawn by sudden curiosity or responsibility, and devote himself wholeheartedly to new problems and solving them.

The next step is either to completely solve the problem, or to prove it's a hopeless dead end. In fact, even if he encounters the latter, he will still try his best.

As a colleague and collaborator, his character is trustworthy; as the leader of a loosely organized group, his abilities are sufficient to drive the group's technological progress; as a mentor, his academic vision and scholarly attitude are worthy of emulation.

But if this guy is your direct supervisor, then that's really something else.

"There's been a lot going on lately," Raymond said, opening a new document and discussing the monastery's recent situation.

If you didn't do it yourself, you probably wouldn't have imagined that a monastery with only a few dozen people could generate so much work, with almost every decision leading to a series of follow-up feedback.

"This year's autumn floods have lasted longer than in previous years, which may hinder grain procurement. We need to prepare in advance."

"The villagers seem to have a good impression of the monastery, so we need to consider whether to resume regular Masses and confessions. If so, we need to make arrangements for manpower, venues, and funding in advance."

"The construction of the manor will involve some land that is not clearly demarcated. We need to communicate with the owners of the surrounding land in advance to avoid unnecessary disputes."

“We contacted two churches in the surrounding villages and towns, and they mentioned that they used to send people to study here, but we don’t have the resources to do that now, so…”

Some of the issues concerned winter food supplies, some were unavoidable duties of the monastery, and others were land and economic disputes—just hearing about them was enough to give one a headache.

Kraft shifted his posture, frowning and nodding in thought, clearly he hadn't expected so many miscellaneous tasks to come up with, and he had no choice but to handle them.

Eyes surrounded by dark circles are tightly closed; it's hard to say whether they're resting or unwilling to face reality.

It's not that he lacks the ability to handle things, but these matters are mostly tedious and time-consuming, and require relevant experience. Grain purchases and land allocation are relatively easy to handle, but the training and development of church members seems like something he shouldn't be handling.
It's a small matter if you fail to cultivate them properly, but it's a big matter if you cultivate them incorrectly.

Moreover, if we focus our energy on these things, who will take care of the patients? Who will perform the surgeries? Who will handle the pharmaceuticals? Who will deal with any abnormal issues?
We can't do something that puts the cart before the horse!

Kraft increasingly realized the importance of talent. Tricking Raymond into joining them was indeed the best decision he could have made. It was a pity that one senior monk was still too few. "Raymond, as the holy scriptures say, our greatest king, when he was conquering all directions, was always at the front lines fighting the enemy. At night, he was busy maintaining his armor and sharpening his weapons, and had no time for anything else."

Raymond had a bad feeling. He knew very well what someone's attitude was toward canonical theology. They rarely brought it up, and whenever the topic was steered toward the classics, it was always for a specific purpose.

Does this mean that our king is not devout or negligent in his duties? Of course not. He entrusted his power to Saint Jacques with unwavering trust, and the latter did not disappoint, bestowing the Lord's authority and mercy upon the people.

"This precisely illustrates that everyone has their strengths, and one cannot have the energy to attend to everything. You are well-versed in the scriptures and skilled in human affairs, just like Saint Jaeger, and are well-suited to serve as the Grand Master of the Knights and the Abbot of the Monastery."

"Do these things as you wish; I want to focus my energy on medicine."

Before he could react and stop the mouth from continuing, a promotion had already been made, and in the blink of an eye, he became the second most important person in the parish.

It sounded wonderful, but Raymond felt like he'd been struck by lightning.

If his workload is permanently doubled, then he's probably not far from meeting the prerequisites for becoming a saint.

However, Kraft's conscience and reason made him realize that one person couldn't handle all the work; he needed someone else who could manage everything to help share the burden.

Yes, faced with the increasing number of visitors to the monastery, the growing complexity of management, the difficulty in training professional personnel, and the need for duty shifts and handling emergencies, they urgently need a new position to solve these problems.

The person in this position must have sufficient learning and training background to be competent in the series of tasks they will face after taking the job, including:
Allocate resources and grasp the overall situation; manage administrative documents and compile various data; cooperate and communicate with various departments to coordinate and arrange; guide and teach other monks and supervise them to complete necessary assignments; and finally, ensure long-term on-duty status, deal with emergencies, and summon superiors when necessary.

How familiar this sounds! Such a top-notch talent... no, such a diverse talent, must have a resounding reputation, right?
“Prosecutor Raymond, don’t worry, we will select two chief residents to share some of your workload.”

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"Ah, you've probably never heard of this before, the chief resident on-call officer, a magical person who's on duty seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day. You can teach them to do everything you need to do—of course, with the volume of business here, we're far from reaching that workload for now."

Kraft found it increasingly reasonable; a hospital is a monastery, and so is a monastery.

After all, this is not the Dunlin Church, where career advancement is stagnant and people are waiting for their turn every year; it is a burgeoning new order of knights.

It can both share the work of the monastery and quickly train people who can handle various positions. After the rotation, they can be assigned to positions to take charge independently. It is a brilliant idea that is a win-win-win situation: the chief resident gains work experience and a new position, Raymond reduces his workload, and Kraft gains freedom.

Perhaps this is the original intention of the resident chief on-call physician system.

"I've already considered the candidate. There aren't any surgeries that need an assistant right now, so I'll assign Kup to you. Let him learn the medical and logistical aspects."

“The second one should be Field. I think this kid is quite responsible. He can learn from you how to handle various church affairs. That way, he won’t sit next to Dominic all day long sighing and worrying about this and that.”

"And what about you?" Raymond glared at the instigator who was about to shirk responsibility.

"Me? I need to find the thing that killed the previous resident, to prevent it from sending us to meet our Heavenly Father as well."