"Allen! Where are you? Something has happened, go get the package I left at your house! Hurry!"
Lann's maneuvered boat practically crashed into Auridon's small pier.
The villagers standing in a circle stared bewilderedly at Bernie's fishing boat.
The bottom of this small boat was already a crimson red from the bleeding of two people.
A few village women surrounding Madam Donald hurriedly stepped forward wanting to say something.
But upon seeing Bernie's deathly pale face, they hesitated and stopped in their tracks.
It was clear they had something important to say, but at the moment they couldn't discern which was more important compared to Bernie's situation.
Lann was alone; he only had the energy for one person.
As Lann dragged Bernie ashore, he didn't even notice so many people watching, which was unusual at other times.
"Good heavens! Bernie... I'm going! I'm going now!"
