"Oh, judging from the situation, the management here is quite good..."

The internal energy reserve of the micro reconnaissance robot is limited and needs to be recharged after action.

Taking advantage of the recharging time, Luo Ji and Ye Qingxuan reflected on the information he had collected.

After learning the information, Ye Qingxuan felt a little surprised.

Let’s not talk about the level of combat power. Under normal circumstances, a civilization with a development level only at the level of the Middle Ages generally has shortcomings in a series of fields including productivity.

They often have to face food shortages, various diseases, and even natural disasters, and most of the people are "disaster-prone".

Taking this as a premise, it is not easy to make people feel happy, and even make the happiness on their faces almost visible to the naked eye.

To be able to achieve this level can even be said to be ‘amazing’.

At the same time, judging from Luo Ji's description of the auditorium, this civilization seems to have a 'religious' element.

This also caused Ye Qingxuan to fall into brief contemplation.

Of course, due to limited information, Ye Qingxuan is still not completely sure about this issue.

While Ye Qingxuan was thinking about this, a sound of footsteps was heard outside her door. Ye Qingxuan, who heard the movement, quickly silenced her voice.

Not long after, a guard appeared outside the door and opened it. Then, a middle-aged man with blond hair walked in.

This middle-aged man was also wearing a white robe. After he came in, he looked at Ye Qingxuan briefly and then started to speak.

This time, Ye Qingxuan once again noticed that the other party must have changed several languages.

Judging from the current situation, the other party should have found those tribesmen who mastered multiple languages ​​at the same time to try to establish communication with them.

But unfortunately, Ye Qingxuan still didn't understand half of the words.

In the end, I could only use my hands to convey this meaning to the other party.

When the other party saw it, he nodded and, like the old man in front, said nothing and turned around to leave.

Within a few seconds, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of the cell door next door being opened.

It seemed that the other party was planning to try them one by one.

But the result is that there is no need to say much at all.

If you don’t understand, you just don’t understand. They don’t even need to pretend.

Among the crowd, it was Luo Ji who heard some clues.

However, it was not because he understood the meaning expressed in the other person's words, but because he noticed that compared with the old man before, this middle-aged man had one less language, but had a new language.

Facing a completely unfamiliar language, under normal circumstances, it is actually very difficult to memorize it effectively, especially when the other party has not repeated the expression to them and it has been a long time.

over a period of time.

But Luo Ji was different. When the other party spoke, his individual mastermind could directly record exactly what the other party said, and make quick comparisons when necessary.

With this ability, Luo Ji discovered that the middle-aged man spoke a language with an accent that was completely different from before.

Although it is not ruled out that it may be an issue with individual accents, even so, this special race has shown them no less than nine languages ​​one after another.

The number of languages ​​mastered by this special race in front of him really surprised him a little.

Before the other party left the cell where he was, Luo Ji saw the opportunity, quickly released a miniature reconnaissance robot, and followed him quietly.

He has some miniature reconnaissance robots that he has specially reserved in his hand so that he can mobilize them at any time when necessary.

After leaving the confession room, the blond man in a white robe walked slowly to a room deep in the courtyard.

Unlike those confession rooms, this room should be similar to the office of the person in charge here.

There were two guards standing at the door. In front of the desk in the room, a man with a pair of majestic wings behind him was sitting there, flipping through the documents in front of him.

In his hand, he held a quill made from the feathers of an unknown animal, dipping it in ink from time to time to write.

The guard outside the door obviously recognized this blond man, and at the same time, this blond man also had a good status.

After seeing the other party approaching, the two guards bowed respectfully to each other.

In response, the blond man nodded to the two guards and walked directly into the office without any obstruction.

The man sitting at the desk undoubtedly heard the noise.

He put down the quill in his hand and looked at the blond man who had walked to his desk.

"Director Boer, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you."

It seems that the other party failed to bring him good news.

This situation made the man known as 'Director Bol' couldn't help but sigh.

His full name is Henry Bol, and he serves as director here.

"Thank you for your hard work, Father. Say hello to the Bishop for me."

After signaling the guards to escort the priest back, Director Boer soon felt a headache due to the presence of Ye Qingxuan and others.

"Harold, you are really causing trouble for me. Can't you just let your warship land in Xilin City next door? It won't be me who will have a headache."

Amid Director Bol's complaints, the door to the lounge nearby was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with flaxen hair, still wearing military uniform, walked out.

"There are no priests in Xilin City who know so many languages, my friend."

"Harold, you have to understand that this is a confessional, not a shelter. These humans should not be sent to me anywhere!"

"It wasn't me, Henry, who sent those humans here. It was your Excellency the Bishop, and your Excellency the Bishop made it clear that he didn't want to deal with this matter."

Henry Boll obviously got a headache when he mentioned the bishop.

Looking at his friend who had a headache on his face, Harold couldn't help but asked in a low voice...

"I heard that your bishop made a mistake in the high priesthood of the Holy City, so he was demoted? I guess he is thinking about how to get back to the Holy City now, and he has no interest in staying here in a remote place far away from the Holy City.

The city takes care of these humans.”

As soon as Harold said these words, Henry Boer was obviously startled. He quickly glanced at the people in the closed office and subconsciously lowered his voice...

"My lord, Harold, the bishop who was transferred from the Holy City has a bad temper recently. If your words reach his ears, you will be in big trouble!"

Speaking of the latter, it seemed that he was worried that Harold had not realized the seriousness of the problem, so Henry Boer immediately added...

"Don't think that because you are from the military, he can't do anything to you. You made a mistake in such an important Holy City High Priest, and you can still come here to be a bishop. Just think carefully about who is behind him!"
Chapter completed!