The next few days were very peaceful.

In the morning, I went to the church to "report" and then read books in the library for a while, and then returned home to deal with the demon.

The players are also quieter, the mouse is trying to upgrade, while the turtle is in a decadent state after Bernie changed into a deeper wooden box.

The parrot didn't know where it flew, and it was never seen. However, the dog could see it every now and then, but most of the time it also didn't know where it slipped away.

All in all, everything seems calm.

Of course, these days have not been completely calm.

Because the children of Wright were treated very well, people have visited them one after another.

Basically, they are dock workers' families and small market vendors. Bernie can learn about the "circle of friends" of the Wright couple from this point of view.

But in fact, the composition of the city of Neham is very simple.

There are three types of mainstream citizens in this city: one is fishermen who go fishing in the sea, the other is craftsmen who polish silver jewelry and jewelry, and the last type is merchants who serve these people, including fixed shops and stalls.

In addition, there are some mobile vendors, market managers, dock workers, ship maintenance personnel, professional sailors, currency exchangers, etc., and the relative number is not that large.

Most of the areas where Bernie lives are clergy and big merchants, but compared with those of the Wright couple, such people are unwilling to contact Bernie.

Obviously, in their opinion, Bernie's identity is actually very embarrassing, and they will not have any good results when they meet him.

In fact, even if you come into contact with some ordinary dock workers, some people don’t want to see it.

...

"Deacon Bernie, Father Gal has something to ask you for, and is waiting for you in the library."

That day, Bernie came to the church and someone whispered to him, "It looks like he is not in a good mood."

When he spoke, some people around him also looked at each other, with different expressions, but there was no gloating, but they felt most of them regretful.

"Did you say something?"

Bernie asked casually.

"He has heard some rumors recently..." The priest stopped talking.

Seeing this, Bernie nodded and thanked him, and walked towards the library.

Sure enough, after meeting, the rich old priest's first words were to hold accountable.

"We are not allowed to treat others privately, Deacon Bernie, you have been a judge, and I thought you would understand this rule."

"So what is the definition of private?" Bernie asked pretending to be incomprehensible.

The old priest was a little impatient when he heard this, "You can think about your behavior in the past few days, Deacon Bernie, and then you can know what this definition is."

“Church law stipulates that the wealth collected by clergy needs to be handed over to the church.”

Bernie said strangely, "But there is no regulation on when clergy can help others and when can't help."

“As a deacon, you need to obey the priest’s orders unconditionally.”

"It is to obey, not to obey unconditionally." Bernie kindly corrected him,

"At the same time it is not an order, but an assignment. The fundamental principle is to follow the priest's assignment to help the believers, and in addition to that-"

He frowned as he said this.

"You claim that my current theological attainments are not enough to help others, but I have not used my theological attainments to point fingers at others. So if there is any mistake here, is it that those who are healed by me are in a worse state?"

The old priest choked and wanted to refute him. Think about it carefully, this kind of guy who is a judge is best at judging words.

So he said angrily: "You don't need to make a quibble. In short, I think you are completely disobeying the assignment when you are distracted from treating others. I mean, your current task is to improve your theological attainments and then you can better help others."

After he finished speaking, before Bernie could reply, he waved his hand, "Go back and read the book, don't let me hear you did anything you did not obey the assignment."

"Okay, Genshin Impact bless you, Father Gal." Bernie nodded, then turned around and left very simply.

Seeing the back gradually leaving, the old priest sighed helplessly.

Under normal circumstances, he is not so "sensitive", but who made this person's affinity too strong?

On the surface, everyone was very cold to him because of the above attitude, but in secret, Father Gal observed that this guy named Bernie had a generally good reputation...

This really made Father Gal unable to understand why.

In this case, in such a short time, even Bernie comes to the church every day for less than ten minutes...

Why do they think he is a good boy?

Just because he was born beautiful?

Shaking his head, Father Gal walked towards the outside of the church.

This Bernie is not an honest person and probably won't obey orders and stay at home to read books.

But Father Gal couldn't let him continue.

No matter what, the other party must stop him if he wants to increase his influence in Neham.

In other words, if all outsiders want to integrate into Neham and want to have a deeper understanding of Neham, they need to stop them.

If you can't stop it, then find a way to transfer him away.

...

On the other side, Bernie did not obey the orders honestly.

But he couldn't blame him for this, because not long after he left the church, he met a middle-aged man who was waiting for him on the roadside.

"I brought my mother, Deacon Bernie, please help me."

When he met Bernie, the bald man in a thin linen shirt hurried over.

"I said I could go to your house for treatment, but you still torment your mother."

As he said, Bernie looked at the blind old man wrapped in a headscarf on his back. After a little look, he saw the obvious affected area.

"When I was young, I was infected with the venom of the red-lined snake?"

"Yes, then my eyes were gone... Can you see?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Bernie replied, "Speak as he walks, I just need you to do me a favor."

"You said, I will definitely do what I can do."

The big man patted his chest to assure him.

"It's not difficult either. I need your help to process a piece of mites silver."

"Are you going to forge holy objects?" The man knew what he said.

As a blacksmith in Neham, he is no stranger to this.

"That's right."

"If it is a holy object, you have to provide drawings, and then I can tell you when it will be created..."

The two of them had a communication about this and finally came to Bernie's house. After healing with the Holy Light, the middle-aged blacksmith's mother was in much better condition.

So he agreed to continue tomorrow, and the man left excitedly with the old man on his back.

Bernie turned around and headed to the attic to continue his own desolation work.

However, after walking a few steps on the stairs, he vaguely smelled a rotten stench.

After being stunned, Bernie burst into laughter and then continued to move forward without caring about it.

Not long after, when he arrived at the second floor, a hoarse and low voice suddenly came from the corner of the second floor.

"Shadow Crow, a special monster born after ordinary crows were polluted by the breath of darkness, is good at hiding itself and is widely used by the hell forces to monitor some key figures."

Turning his head to look in the sound, a middle-aged figure who was covered with airtightness all over his body reflected in his eyes.

"What does it mean?" Bernie asked with a raised eyebrows.

"There is a shadow crow squatting on the roof of your house. I think this means that I don't need to say more."

The man sneered and walked over at the same time.

"My name is Gort, a miserable man who has been tragically traumatized by the local church. I have important things to discuss with you and Bishop Rhodes behind you."
Chapter completed!