"Calm down, Wei Lun."

While speaking, Henry Boer patted Father Willon on the shoulder to signal the other person to calm down.

"There has never been a large-scale force on the scale of the Scarlet Group in the Lower City. It is natural for them to be pushed to the forefront."

"What is natural? Henry, what you mean is that just because they have become big, do they deserve to be targeted?"

"Well, although there is nothing wrong with the core content, I feel that your way of understanding can be slightly adjusted."

While speaking, Henry Bol sighed as he looked at Father Willon who looked unhappy.

"This time the matter has become serious, there must be a result."

"So the result is that we don't care about anything and directly attack the Scarlet Group so that they can kill them as a warning?"

Having said this, Father Wei Lun exhaled a long and heavy breath and looked very annoyed. He was extremely dissatisfied with this indiscriminate behavior.

"Don't think that I don't understand those nonsense. After all, I'm not a guy from the upper city. I don't allow forces of this scale to appear among humans, right?"

"As long as you understand."

Henry Bol, who said this, looked very helpless.

"In the final analysis, I can at most help you analyze this matter, but in reality, what can I do as the director of a confessional? Wei Lun?"

"..."

Father Willen had to admit that Henry Boll's words were to a large extent true.

Henry Boll's mind could help him turn around, but what else could he, an insignificant director of a confessional, do except take care of his own little piece of land?

But Father Willon obviously had no intention of letting him go just like that.

"Then help me think carefully about what we can do to preserve the Scarletts and the Scarlett Group. Over the years, our wingmen have had extremely poor missionary effects among the human groups in the lower city, but Mrs. Scarlett

But it has changed this status quo, which is already a huge achievement in itself. Isn’t it enough to save them? At worst, I will go talk to the bishop!"

"Farewell, Wei Lun, listen to my advice, that is a stupid thing to do, so don't get involved in this matter."

"Why? After all, didn't you ask me to take more care of them before? You might as well give up now!"

As these words were spoken, Father Willon felt a little dissatisfied with Henry Bol in his heart.

"They are new here and they don't understand the language. I did ask you to take care of them a little bit, but I didn't ask you to take care of them to this extent."

However, Henry Bol's words obviously failed to be accepted by Father Willon.

In the end, there was really no other way. Henry Boer made a gesture of surrender after sighing heavily.

"Okay, I'm really convinced by you."

While speaking, Henry Boer consciously lowered his voice, and his expression quickly became serious...

"Weilun, according to the information I have learned, this matter is actually an order given by the bishop."

As soon as Henry Boer said these words, Father Willon, who was filled with righteous indignation one moment, turned completely dull the next moment.

Obviously, this situation really caught him by surprise.

"How, how could it be possible?! This kind of thing actually requires the labor of the Bishop?! And why would the Bishop do this? I can't understand..."

At this time, Wei Lun's face was full of disbelief.

Originally, this matter was mainly in the hands of officials, so according to Father Willen's original idea, he was going to meet the bishop, prove the Scarlet couple's information to the bishop, and explain the stakes involved.

Convincing the bishop and putting pressure on the officials, he finally achieved his goal of rescuing the Scarletts.

After all, according to the status of the bishop, it is easy for Father Wei Lun to do this. It is basically a matter of one sentence.

But Father Wei Lun, who stays in his church in the lower city all year round and is busy with his own affairs, obviously does not understand their bishop...

"Weilun, you don't understand. After our Lord Bishop was demoted, day and night, he was thinking of performing great deeds quickly so that he could return to the Holy City."

"Isn't it good to make meritorious deeds? Isn't it considered meritorious to develop cultists among the humans in the Lower City?"

"Of course this is considered merit, but how much merit is it?"

At this moment, while Henry Bol agreed with Father Willen's statement, he immediately asked him a question.

"Developing believers is a long life, and from the current point of view, our bishop is obviously impatient. If he wants to develop believers on a large scale and make enough achievements, he must at least be in this remote place.

After staying in the city for ten or eight years, Wei Lun, you have calculated everything. During this period, how many stable believers have you developed? Hundreds or thousands? If you want to make up for the past mistakes and let him return to the Holy City, this

A little merit is simply not enough."

"..."

At this moment, Father Wei Lun was silent, because it was true that the development of believers could not be achieved quickly and often required more time and energy.

Looking at the silent Father Willen, Henry Boer patted him on the shoulder.

"For that bishop, how can those few human believers really achieve the feat of 'killing the unrest in the Lower City and quelling the human rebellion'? Not to mention that many of the people in power above have this in their hearts.

He believes that humans are simply not qualified to believe in our Lord, and he does not bother to develop believers among human groups."

Henry Boll's words basically hit the point, leaving Father Willon unable to even utter a single word at this time.

"Okay, Wei Lun, this matter is not that simple. Just leave it alone. If you can't resist, the Scarletts will die if they can't escape."

After a few words of comfort to Wei Lun, Henry Boer originally wanted to stay with Wei Lun for a meal, but Wei Lun was obviously worried about the situation in the church, so he did not stay longer.

During this period, Henry Bol's words undoubtedly played a certain role. Father Willen did not go to see the bishop again, but drove his mule cart directly back to the lower city.

At the same time, after watching his friend Father Willen drive away, Henry Bol, who was standing there, couldn't help but sigh softly, and then his pupils became a little darker.

As he said, this matter is not that simple!

"This really adds a lot of variables to me..."

While muttering to himself, Henry Bol turned around and walked into the house.
Chapter completed!