News of Bernie's transfer to Hammer Island spread quickly.

After he was informed that morning, someone in Morse Chapel was informed of the situation in the afternoon.

"Father Bernie, here are a few maps of Hammer Island that we have drawn from memory, and may be helpful when you arrive on Hammer Island."

While Bernie was in the church writing a handover report, a deacon with a vicissitude on his face walked in and placed a stack of parchment paper with lines on Bernie's desk.

"It was a pleasant surprise." After looking at the map, Bernie stood up and thanked him, "Thank you very much, Deacon Charlie. ”

"It's an honor to be able to help you."

The deacon, named Charlie, responded, and then sighed.

"It's just that I never thought you'd be in Morse Church for such a short time, I thought ......"

"Nothing stays the same, Charlie."

Bernie smiled, "Time may be short, but I think we will always remember what happened these days, which is obviously much better than the previous wasted days." ”

"It's true that there are some things that can't be measured by time."

The middle-aged deacon nodded earnestly, "Especially when we compare your age with what you've done these days, it's very obvious. ”

He bowed as he spoke, "I hope to work with you again in the future." ”

"I'm looking forward to that, too." Bernie returned the salute, and after watching the other man turn away, he sat down and continued to write his report.

A short time later, another deacon from the church walked in.

"Father Bernie, here are some of the ...... I learned when I was on Hammer Island"

……

The news of Bernie's departure caused a wave of sadness in Morse Church, with the clergy running in to say goodbye, and some sentimental nuns even weeping over it.

Although Bernie has not been here for long, he has made a very deep impression.

Young and polite, confident but not arrogant, kind to everyone, but also familiar with everyone's ability and focus on cultivating it.

This discerning eye has allowed everyone at Morse Church to perform at their best during this time, and they have been recognized and benefited from it.

Who wouldn't love a leader who can bring benefits to everyone and be intimate in private?

"I've met some fishermen on Hammer Island, and their belief in God is generally poor, so it's not a good job."

The old grave keeper, who had a good relationship with Bernie, also came to see Bernie at dusk.

He didn't have much to give, so all he could get out of his mouth was what he had seen and heard in his early years.

"There's a monastery on the other side of Hammer Island that houses a group of ascetics, and if you are short of men there, run and ask them. I remember that the mushroom soup they made was quite good, and it seemed to be mixed with some ......"

After a few small talks, the other party left the room slowly.

Bernie also walked out of the office room after writing the handover report at hand.

He had no personal belongings to pack in Morse Chapel, not even in his residence on Oak Street.

So despite Bishop Rhodes' claim that he could take a break before heading to Mace Hammer Island, Bernie didn't intend to delay anything.

The distance between the two places is not far, and he plans to leave tomorrow.

So today is his last day in Neham.

Morse Church is quiet at dusk, and the lazy sunlight outside the window shines through the stained glass, giving it a unique beauty.

But before Bernie could walk out of the church, an undisguised voice suddenly appeared, breaking the quiet atmosphere here.

"While there's no official explanation for this, I'm sure it's the first expansion to be released. Look, the next game plot must revolve around that big snake. ”

The sound was made by a butterfly flapping its wings slowly, and now it was swaying from the square outside the church to the church.

"Don't believe it, of course a big snake is not just all, isn't the key not those sea tribes?"

"A bunch of Sea Clan players on the forum have already broken the news, saying that their tribes are all messed up now, and they can still see some ......"

As she spoke, the butterfly staggered in the direction of a building deep in the church, stopping for a moment as it passed Bernie.

However, it was clearly not aiming at Bernie, and after a circle, it continued to fly inside.

"Of course, it's still in closed beta, so we may not see changes right away, so we can only see it later. Now let's get back to the Terrans. ”

……

"I'm sure I'm not mistaken, that level fourteen Terran player is hiding in this church......"

The voice grew farther and farther away, and the information involved vaguely told Bernie that something was already unfolding.

But this was not unexpected news, so after looking at its back, Bernie stepped out of Morse Chapel.

It wasn't too dark outside, but the wind around was much stronger than usual.

It seemed to be a sign of an impending storm, and many citizens talked about it as they walked down the streets.

When Bernie returns to his home on Oak Street, he is met by a group of people who have come to help him repair it.

"It looks like a heavy rain is coming."

One of the dozen or so laughed when Bernie walked over,

"I remember you said that the house needed to be repaired, so I got a group of people to come over."

It was Wright, who had baptized his seriously ill child.

"Thank you very much for your kindness." Bernie said apologetically, "But in order not to waste everyone's time, this house is still not repaired." ”

"What do you mean?" Wright was surprised by this.

"I will step down as Father Morse Church and take up my post on Mace Island." Bernie replied.

These words made the dock workers who had come to help repair the house look at each other.

"Why were you transferred to Hammer Island, when you were the priest of our Morse Church?"

One of the old men with gray hair asked dissatisfiedly, "Is it possible that some people above have caused you trouble?" ”

"Because I'm just a surrogate priest at Morse Church, not official."

"The official priest will be here tomorrow," Bernie explained. ”

"You are the best priest I have ever met, and I don't think anyone could be more suitable than you."

The old man said, but he also knew that this kind of thing was not something they could change, so he sighed and left happily.

Others also said goodbye and seemed generally depressed.

The news was brought back to their respective homes, and not long after, a broad-shouldered man hurried over.

"I wanted to carve some carvings on the handle of this holy object, but it was too late."

The big man said as he handed Bernie a small silver hammer the size of a palm.

"You try it, if it doesn't work, I'll change it again, and then I'll send it to you."

This was the blacksmith who had created the relics for Bernie, and the one he handed over was naturally an extraordinary artifact forged from the mythril.

"And this wool blouse."

Seeing Bernie looking down at the little hammer, the blacksmith pulled out a brand new garment from the small bag he was carrying on his waist.

"My mother had to sew you a set of clothes, but she only had time to sew this one. Maybe you don't need it, but I hope you can take it, and it's good to use it to press the bottom of the box. ”

"Of course you can't use it to press the bottom of the box." Bernie reached out and took the garment, raising an eyebrow at the same time.

"I really didn't think to prepare autumn clothes, press them to the bottom of the box, and I'm going to freeze myself."

This made the blacksmith grin unconsciously, and then chatted a few words, and after seeing that Bernie did not ask him to modify the holy relic, he said goodbye with a little reluctance.

Many people followed, each with their own gifts.

Basically, there are some easy-to-carry food, and a few have some shoes and clothes.

It wasn't until night fell and curfew began, that there were no new visitors.

But early the next morning, another group of people gathered, and as time passed, more and more people ran over.

Unfortunately, except for a few, most people did not see Bernie.

People were so stunned that they gathered here for a long time and didn't disperse.

It's not even just these residents who are uncomfortable with Bernie's departure.

A gopher was very confused about this, poked his head out of the dirt hole and waited for a long time on the side of the road, and then ran to the house several times before waiting for anyone.

As a result, there was only one empty house in the same place.

The one who lived in the house did not know where he had gone.

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