The next few days were very quiet.

Every morning, I go to church to "report in", then read a book in the library for a while, and then return home to deal with the demon.

The players are also quieter, with the rats trying to level up and the turtles in a state of decadence as Bernie changes to a deeper wooden chest.

The parrot didn't know where it flew, and it was never seen, but the dog could be seen every now and then, but more often than not, it didn't know where it had slipped away.

All in all, everything seems to be uneventful.

Of course, it's not exactly nothing these days.

Because the children of the Wrights are being treated very well, people have already visited them one after another.

Basically some dock worker families and market vendors, Bernie can learn about the Wright's "circle of friends" from this.

In reality, however, the composition of the city of Neham is very simple.

There are three main categories of citizens in the city: fishermen who go to the sea to catch fish, craftsmen who polish silver and jewelry, and finally merchants who serve these people with fixed shops and stalls.

In addition, there are a number of itinerant traders, market managers, dock workers, boat maintenance workers, professional sailors, money changers, etc., which are not so many in relative numbers.

Bernie's area was mostly populated by clergy and businessmen, but they were reluctant to come into contact with the Wrights.

Obviously, in their eyes, Bernie's identity is actually very embarrassing, and their acquaintance with him will not end well.

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

……

"Deacon Bernie, Father Gal is waiting for you in the library."

When Bernie came to church that day, someone whispered to him, "It doesn't seem to be in a good mood." ”

As he spoke, some of the people around him also looked at him, with different expressions, but there was no schadenfreude, but most felt pity.

"Did you say what it was?"

Bernie asked casually.

"He's heard some rumors lately......" the priest said.

Seeing this, Bernie nodded to the other party and walked in the direction of the library.

Sure enough, after meeting, the first thing the old priest said was accountability.

"We're not allowed to treat others without permission, Deacon Bernie, you've been a judge, and I thought you'd understand the rules."

"What is the definition of privateness?" Bernie asked, pretending not to understand.

The old priest was a little impatient when he heard this, "Think about your behavior in the last few days, Deacon Bernie, and then you will know what this definition is." ”

"Canon law requires that the wealth collected by the clergy from their work be turned over to the church."

"But there's no rule about when the clergy can help others and when they can't." ”

"As a deacon, you need to obey the priest's orders unconditionally."

"It's obedience, not unconditional obedience." 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 believers in need—"

He frowned as he said this, as if puzzled.

"You claim that my current theological attainments are not enough to help others, but I am not using my theological attainments to point fingers at others. So if there's a mistake here, it's that the people I'm healing are worse off? ”

The old priest wanted to refute him, but if you think about it, this kind of inquisitor is the best at chewing words.

So he said angrily: "You don't have to quibble, anyway, I think it's completely disobedient for you to be distracted to treat others now." What I mean now is that your task now is to improve your theological attainments so that you can better help others. ”

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand without waiting for Bernie to reply, "Go back and read, don't let me hear anything about you doing anything disobedient to your assignment again." ”

"Well, may God bless you, Father Gal." Bernie nodded, then simply turned away.

Watching the figure gradually disappear from sight, the old priest sighed helplessly.

Under normal circumstances, he would not be so "sensitive", but who made this person's affinity too strong.

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

This really made Father Gall wonder why.

In this case, in such a short period of time, even Bernie does not come to church for more than ten minutes a day......

Why do they think he's a good boy?

Just because he was good-looking?

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

This Bernie is not an honest man, and he probably won't follow orders to stay at home and read.

But Father Gal could not have allowed him to continue.

In any case, if the other party wants to increase its influence in Neham, it must be stopped.

In other words, all outsiders who want to integrate into Neham, who want to know more about Neham, need to be stopped.

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

……

On the other hand, Bernie really didn't follow orders.

However, he couldn't blame him for this, because he hadn't left the church for a long time when he ran into a middle-aged man waiting for him on the side of the road.

"I've brought my mother, Deacon Bernie, and you'll take a look."

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

"I said that I could go to your house for treatment, and you still tossed your mother."

Bernie said as he looked at the blind old man with the turban on his back, and after a little look, he saw the obvious problem.

"Got the venom of the red snake when you were young?"

"Yes, and then the eyes have been out of sight...... Do you think it will work? ”

"Maybe, maybe not." Bernie replied, "Let's go, I need you to do me a favor." ”

"You say, if I can do it, I will do it."

Dahan patted his chest and promised.

"It's not difficult, I need your help processing a piece of Mithril."

"You're going to forge a holy relic?" Dahan heard this.

As a blacksmith in Neham, he was no stranger to it.

"That's right."

"If it's a holy artifact, you'll need to provide a drawing, and then I can tell you exactly when it will be made......

The two exchanged ideas about this, and eventually made their way to Bernie's house, where the middle-aged blacksmith's mother was significantly better after being treated with the Holy Light.

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

Bernie turned back to the attic and prepared to do his own dissection.

However, after taking a few steps up the stairs, he faintly smelled a rotting stench.

After being stunned, Bernie smiled dumbly, and then continued on his way disapprovingly.

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

"The Shadow Crow, a special monster born from the contamination of ordinary crows by the aura of darkness, is good at hiding itself, and is generally used by the forces of hell to spy on some important targets."

Turning his head to look at the voice, a middle-aged figure wrapped in himself and impermeable came into view.

"Who are you?" Bernie asked knowingly.

"There's a shadow raven crouching on the roof of your house right now, and I don't think I need to say much about what that means."

The man sneered and walked over as he stepped over.

"My name is Gold, a wretched man who has been afflicted by the local church, and I have important matters to discuss with you, and with Bishop Rhodes behind you."