The words of his friend Henry Boll caused a flash of thought in Harold's eyes.

"I heard that your bishop is the illegitimate son of a certain 'metropolitan'..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Henry Bolton's expression suddenly changed as he sat there, his eyes frequently swept across the closed door, and then he expressed in a slightly collapsed tone...

"Oh, my lord! Shut up, Harold! Your foul mouth will kill me sooner or later!"

"Relax, Henry, you have now been demoted to this remote city as the director of the confessional. What else can they do?"

"You still say?!"

Looking at Henry Bol, who was about to go berserk, Harold spread his hands with an innocent face, expressing surrender.

Obviously, he had no intention of letting the boat of his friendship with Henry Boer capsize just yet.

However, it can also be seen from this that Harold has always been very dissatisfied with the fact that his friend was demoted to this remote city as the director of the confessional.

He and Henry Bol were good friends who grew up together. Although he had no background, his friend was talented and of high moral character. He was already an archbishop at a young age.

Judging from the situation at that time, within five years, his friend would be able to take a step further and become a higher-level red archbishop.

What he didn't expect was that at this point in time, his friend became a victim of the high-level struggle.

Some people may think that this is still a strength after all.

But what about the reality? The director of the confessional center is basically a sinecure waiting to die!

Not to mention being the director of a confessional in a remote city.

The main job here is to imprison the believers who have made mistakes to face the wall to repent, and then release them or continue to imprison them depending on the situation.

The work content is not complicated, and anyone can basically do it decently.

But this also means that Henry Boll’s so-called ‘director’ is actually not very important.

Some 'second generation' people may like this kind of relaxed job where they can just eat and wait for death. For a mediocre person, this may not be a bad thing.

But Henry Bol was no mediocre man. He was young and promising at the time!

Putting him in such a position where he can only eat and wait for death, with no way to change the status quo, is equivalent to telling him, 'You can stay here for the rest of your life!'

This is worse than killing him directly!

The evil bastard above simply wanted to destroy him mentally and make him suffer humiliation every second of his life!

In fact, during the initial period of time, while Henry Boer was trying to struggle, he did not think about changing the status quo.

However, after repeated attempts to no avail, he gradually realized that he really could not change the current situation. Henry Boer, who gradually became desperate, thought of simply committing suicide and finishing everything.

Harold, who was serving in the Border Patrol at the time, took a leave of absence directly and tried hard to persuade him.

Ten years have passed since then.

Ten years is enough time to change a lot of things.

In these ten years, as he grew older, Henry Boer gradually matured and also slowly looked away.

If you think about it carefully, the high-level struggle was so fierce at that time, so it was good that he was still alive. What else could he be dissatisfied about?

However, Henry Boole looked away and lay down, but Harold, his childhood friend, did not.

In the past ten years, he had watched helplessly as his talented friend gradually turned into a walking corpse living in a muddleheaded way.

During this process, Harold doubted more than once whether he had done something wrong in the first place. He should not have prevented Henry from committing suicide, so that Henry could at least die as the best version of himself instead of living like a walking zombie.

At the same time, he also hated himself for being incompetent and hating that he couldn't help the other person.

Although in the border patrol force, he can be regarded as an officer in charge of a small fleet, but with this strength, he can't help the other party...

Seeing the anger and dissatisfaction in Harold's eyes, Henry Bol couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, let's talk about business."

After so many years, his situation has long been nailed down, and he himself is more desperate than looking away.

Henry Ball knew that Harold was fighting for him, but what was the use?

To put it bluntly, Harold can't change the status quo. He should also know this. If he continues like this, he may get burned one day.

Henry Bol, who did not want his friend to continue to struggle with this matter, appropriately changed the subject.

"Are you saying that this group of humans are deliberately pretending not to understand?"

"Unlikely."

Harold shook his head.

"At that time, the other party sent out a signal while approaching us. Although we still can't clearly understand the meaning of the other party's signal, at least they had no intention of attacking us, and they were very cooperative after that."

At this point, Harold's voice paused.

"At the same time, we have also searched the opponent's spacecraft. The interior is quite dirty and the food has been exhausted. It can be seen that they may be in trouble."

"In addition, the most important thing is that pretending not to understand will not do them any good, let alone change their current situation. What is the point of them doing this?"

At the end of the sentence, Harold couldn't help but cast a look of contempt at Henry Bol.

It seems to be asking the other party, 'Why did you ask me such a stupid question?'

In response to this, Henry Bol just pinched his eyebrows and did not respond. After all, he simply wanted to change the topic.

"Then what are we going to do with this group of humans now? We don't understand each other's language, so it's impossible to keep them locked up in my confessional, right?"

"It's useless for you to ask me. I am only responsible for following orders and bringing people to the earth. I handed the people over to the local church, and the bishop of the church left the people to you. What happened after that has basically been explained to me.

It doesn’t matter anymore.”

As he spoke, Harold winked at Henry Bol.

He had to admit that he was a little bit happy about his misfortune.

But his gloating was well intentioned.

He really did not expect that the local church bishop would throw people into the confessional so casually.

But think about it from another angle, it would be better to throw him in the confessional, it would give his good friend something to do, which is better than living in a state of confusion every day.

Regarding his friend's blaming behavior, if Henry Boer could not beat him, he would definitely give him a severe beating.

"The main reason is that we don't know the origins of this group of humans at all, and we can't deal with them at will."

Having said this, Henry Bol felt that his head had grown bigger again.

Good guy, after living in this confessional for so many years, eating and waiting to die, this was the first time he encountered such trouble, which made him really not used to it.
Chapter completed!