Bernie spent the next two days at leisure, basically going to church in the morning to report, and then he could go back to "read".

And despite the lack of staff in the church at the moment, Father Gal never asked Bernie to help.

For two days, Bernie didn't even recognize all the people in the church.

The priest's attitude apparently also made the people in the church aware of it, so the attention that had been attracted by Bernie's miraculous rescue of the baby gradually dissipated, and almost everyone cooperated with the parish priest's "cold treatment" of Bernie.

However, a small number of people expressed dissatisfaction with this situation.

"They shouldn't do it, they don't have the right to do it."

An old friar, who was guarding the cemetery next to the church, nagged Bernie as he passed by,

"How can we exclude our fellow believers? Have they been deceived by the devil? ”

"It's true that I have some personal shortcomings." Bernie smiled at the other.

"You don't understand, Deacon Bernie, you're still young." The old monk shook his head, "This is not how it should be. ”

"Then maybe it's God's arrangement."

"Mr. and Mrs. Wright came to you yesterday." The old monk then said, "I was prevaricated by Father Gal. ”

"Because of their children?"

"Yes, they want you to help see their child again, and they say the child is seriously ill again."

"And if they come back, can you tell them my address?"

"I'd love to do it!"

The old monk nodded solemnly, "You are a good man, Deacon Bernie, and good people will always be favored by God." ”

"Yes, good people are always favored by God." Bernie nodded.

The two said goodbye, and Bernie continued walking towards the street where he lived.

Without the opportunity to experience, his first extraordinary ability naturally has no platform to improve.

The other body of light doesn't affect anything.

This ability only requires him to drain the stored holy light, and then bask in the sun to accumulate new ones, back and forth, and his proficiency can keep rising.

Bernie didn't pay much attention to this, and his mind was all about the inscription rune sequence for the past two days.

In fact, with the constant "reading" at home, Bernie has been able to complete this sequence in no time.

All this depends on the leisure given by Father Gal, otherwise the time would have been at least doubled by the inscription at night alone.

However, in addition to the daily inscription sequence, he is not without excitement at home......

"Hi, are you MM or GG?"

When I entered the room and walked down the stairs to the top attic, I suddenly heard this greeting in my ears.

Looking up through the gap in the staircase, Bernie unsurprisingly saw the head of a green-haired parrot through the attic skylight, which was lying on the window probing in a sneaky appearance.

"I'm a man."

As he walked into the attic, Bernie saw a text message reply floating out from the turtle container on the low table.

"Okay."

The parrot who was peeking out of the window spotted Bernie and couldn't help but shrink his neck, but the bubbles of sound were still bubbling out of his head.

"Your game nickname is a real sissy."

It looks like it's finding fault.

The turtle didn't hear back, apparently unwilling to bother with it.

Then the bird tilted its head, turned around abruptly, pouted its buttocks, and came down with a pop of the skylight, and smashed the high-altitude projectile into the turtle container.

Then, before the turtle could react, the bird shrunk its ass and disappeared.

The faint stench permeated, and Bernie glanced inside the container to see that the other party was lying motionless, a pile of bird poop on his head.

Probably mad already.

Bernie shook his head at this, and then tapped a plate on the low table to the container,

So the smell was temporarily blocked.

Then he raised his hand to close the skylight.

The parrot just now has been hanging around for the past two days, and it can make a lot of noise every once in a while.

For example, he teases the "NPCs" passing by, uses the backpack function to wander around stealing things, and occasionally stands on the street and makes a classic yelling that makes passers-by laugh, and the bird itself is quite proud of it.

But the dog with it was missing, probably because it was thought that it was enough to have a person watching......

Thinking about these players, Bernie slowly closed his eyes and entered the world of black mist.

The dim red candle still shines around us.

Bernie, who appeared in the high-backed chair, turned his head to look around, and could see rows of mysterious symbols faintly in the surrounding space, as if they were projections.

That was actually a sign that this rune sequence was about to take shape, or rather, it was already so close to the door.

However, Bernie didn't kick it right away, but opened the black book and wrote a message to add friends on it, and the target was still Bazel.

As a result, a hint appears on the parchment that it cannot be added repeatedly.

Bernie nodded.

If there is no refusal message, then the other party obviously did not dare to refuse.

And now that there is such a reminder of repeated additions, it proves that he didn't find a way to clear his "friend application" either.

In other words, Bazel was still able to dream about the scene when he was dreaming.

So you need to be patient......

Bernie then flipped the page to the fairy's page and went to the detective.

It turned out that the gray-haired mouse was now slumped against the rock wall, chewing green mushrooms with his teeth and rubbing the mushroom pulp on his stomach with his paws.

It had a not-so-serious wound on its stomach at this point, which had become slimy from the rat's movements.

"What's going on?"

Seeing this, Bernie thought about it, put on his vest and sent a message to the other party.

"Did you find the black jar?"

Not long after the message was sent, the other party had a reply.

"Found it, but I can't get close."

"Why?"

"There's a cat squatting there, and it's got a human face, and it looks very scary...... Uncle, did you see the cat when you saw the jar? ”

"No, maybe I ran over recently."

Bernie replied, "Just one shouldn't be difficult to deal with, just find a way to lure it away, it's convenient to have a backpack." ”

"That's what I thought, too, but I accidentally got a stone on my stomach while walking just now, and I'm busy treating the wound."

Scratched by a stone......

Seeing this, Bernie didn't know what to say, so he returned the cheer and ended the call.

He was then ready to get down to business.

Just after entering the state, I suddenly felt a slight movement in my body outside.

Exiting the world of black fog and looking open, Bernie saw a black crow pecking at his finger.

And when it felt that Bernie was already looking at it, it suddenly shuddered, and then softened and spread out into a letter.

Bernie raised an eyebrow at this, then picked it up and glanced at it.

The letter was written by Tracy, who was in the Rowland Islands.

The letter mentions some of the current situation after their return, and mentions that the sealed female devil has been contained in the depths of a temple in the Rowland Islands.

It is mentioned that the church higher-ups did not track down the devil who broke the seal, and that the boy who investigated Mulberry City did not seem to have any clues.

One of the most important is a piece of information -

Bishop Rhodes received news that Bazel, who was stationed in Innie Heights, was heading in the direction of the Rowland Islands and seemed to have something important.

And if he wants to get to the Rowland Islands, he will inevitably pass through Neuham, so I hope Bernie will keep an eye out for it and maybe find any clues.

"It's already here......"

After reading the letter, Bernie's fingers tapped on the low table in front of him.

It is a great honor for some pious people to suddenly encounter a dream related to God, but if the person is a person who often acts profanely, the likelihood of suspicion is higher, and it is inevitable that they will think of seeking help from someone they trust.

Who will be the one Bazel trusts and has the ability to answer his questions?

It may not be certain, but his father, who was an adjugate bishop based in the Rowland Islands, was certainly the most likely candidate.

By this time the letter had proved this, and Bazel was ready to go to his father for clarification.

It's just that it's useless to simply bring Bazel in, and there is another thing to do......

Thinking like this, Bernie suddenly remembered the bird just now.