Chapter 4501 Trouble

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

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

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

After learning about the information, Ye Qingxuan was a little surprised.

Leaving aside the level of combat power, under normal circumstances, a civilization whose development level is only at the level of the Middle Ages generally has shortcomings in a series of fields including productivity.

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

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

It can even be said to be 'remarkable' to be able to do this.

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

This also caused Ye Qingxuan to fall into a short thought.

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

And when Ye Qingxuan was thinking about it, there was a sound of footsteps outside her room door, and Ye Qingxuan quickly stopped talking when she heard the movement.

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

This middle-aged man was also wearing a white robe. After entering, the other party briefly looked at Ye Qingxuan, and then began to speak.

This time, Ye Qingxuan once again noticed that the other party should 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 a word.

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

The other party saw him and nodded, just like the old man in front, he stopped talking and turned to leave.

A few seconds later, Ye Qingxuan heard the door of the cell next door being opened.

It seems that the other party intends to try one by one.

But the result is not much to say at all.

If they don't understand, they don't understand, and they don't even need to pretend.

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

But it wasn't that he understood the meaning expressed in the other party's words, but because he noticed that compared with the old man before, this middle-aged man had one less language, but another new language.

Faced with 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 with them, and it has been a long time. for a period of time.

But Luo Ji was different. When the other party was speaking, his individual mastermind could directly record exactly what the other party said, and compare them quickly when necessary.

With this ability, Luo Ji discovered that the language spoken by this middle-aged man had an accent that was completely different from before.

Although it is not ruled out that it may be the problem of individual accents, even so, this special race has shown them no less than nine languages.

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 he was in, Luo Ji saw the opportunity and quickly released a miniature scouting robot, which followed silently.

He has some miniature reconnaissance robots, which are specially reserved in his hands so that he can mobilize them at any time when needed.

Leaving the confession room, the blond man in a white robe walked unhurriedly into a room located deep in the courtyard.

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

There were two guards standing at the door, and at 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.

Holding a feather pen made of unknown animal feathers in his hand, he dipped it in ink from time to time to write.

The guard outside the door obviously recognized the blond man, and at the same time, the blond man was of good status.

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

In this regard, the blond man walked into the office without any hindrance after nodding at the two guards.

The man sitting at the desk undoubtedly heard the movement.

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

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

It seems that the other party did not bring him good news.

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

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

"Thank you, Father, send my regards to His Excellency the Bishop."

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

"Harold, you have really caused me trouble. Can't you let your warship land in the neighboring Xilin City? It's not me who has such a headache."

Amid Director Boer's complaints, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with flaxen hair, still wearing a military uniform, came out of it.

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

"Harold, you have to figure it out. This is a confessional, not a shelter. These human beings shouldn't be sent to me anywhere!"

"It wasn't me who sent those humans here, Henry, it was your bishop, and your bishop made it clear that he didn't want to care about this matter."

As soon as His Excellency the Bishop was mentioned, Henry Boll obviously had a headache.

Looking at his friend who had a headache, Harold couldn't help asking in a low voice...

"I heard that Your Excellency the bishop made a mistake in the high priest of the holy city, so he was demoted? I guess his mind is full of how to go back to the holy city, but he is not interested in staying in this remote place far away from the holy city." The city manages these humans."

As soon as Harold said this, Henry Boll was obviously taken aback. 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 not been in a good 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 hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, so Henry Ball immediately added...

"Don't think that if you are from the military, he will have nothing to do with you. You have made a mistake in such an important priest of the holy city, and you can still come here to be a bishop. You should think about who is behind him!"

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