Victim

The words of his good friend Henry Ball caused a thoughtful look in Harold's eyes.

"I heard that Your Excellency the bishop is the illegitimate son of a 'metropolitan'..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Henry Bolton, who was sitting there, changed his face, his eyes swept over the closed door frequently, and then expressed in a slightly broken tone...

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

"Relax, Henry, you have already been relegated to this remote city to be the director of the confessional, what else can they do?"

"You still say?!"

Looking at Henry Ball who was about to go berserk, Harold spread his hands innocently, expressing his surrender.

Apparently, he wasn't about to capsize the boat of his friendship with Henry Ball.

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

He and Henry Ball were good friends who grew up together. Although they had no background, his friend was talented and noble, and he was already an archbishop at a young age.

Judging from the situation at the time, within five years, my friend would be able to go one step further and become a higher-level red-clothed archbishop.

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

Some people will think that this is still a strong point anyway.

But what about reality? The director of the confessional is simply a idle job waiting to die!

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

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

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

But this also means that Henry Boll, the so-called 'director', is actually not very important.

Some of the 'second generation' may like this kind of light-hearted idle job, which is a good thing for a mediocre person.

But he, Henry Ball, was no mediocrity. He was young and promising!

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

This is worse than killing him directly!

That vicious bastard above simply wanted to destroy him spiritually, making him suffer shame every second of his life!

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

But after repeated attempts to no avail, he gradually realized that he really could not change the status quo, and Henry Boll, who was gradually despairing, had thought of committing suicide altogether, and it was over.

Harold, who was serving in the Border Patrol Force at the time, asked for leave directly. It took a lot of hard work to persuade him.

Ten years have passed since then.

Ten years is enough to change a lot of things.

In these ten years, as he grew older, Henry Boll gradually matured and at the same time gradually looked away.

Thinking about it carefully, the high-level struggle was so fierce at that time, it was not bad that he was still alive, so what is there to be dissatisfied with?

However, Henry Bole looked away and lay flat, but Harold, who was a friend of the boy, did not.

During the past ten years, he watched helplessly that his talented friend gradually turned into a walking dead living in a daze.

During this process, Harold doubted more than once whether he had done something wrong. He shouldn't have prevented Henry from committing suicide, so that Henry could at least die as his best self instead of living like a walking dead.

At the same time, he also hated himself for being incompetent, hating himself for not being able to help the other party.

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 opponent much...

Seeing the anger and resentment in Harold's eyes, Henry Ball couldn't help sighing.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

After so many years, his situation has long been crucified, and he himself is not so much looking at it, it is better to say he is desperate.

Henry Ball knew Harold was trying to defend him, but what was the use?

To put it bluntly, Harold can't change the status quo, and he should be aware of this, if he continues like this, he might end up on fire one day.

Henry Boll, who didn't want his friend to continue entangled in this matter, changed the topic appropriately.

"You said that this group of humans is deliberately pretending not to understand?"

"Not too possible."

Harold shook his head.

"At that time, the other party was approaching us while sending out a signal. Although they still couldn't clearly understand the meaning conveyed by the other party's signal, at least they didn't intend to attack us, and they cooperated very well afterwards."

Having said that, Harold paused.

"At the same time, we have already searched the opponent's spaceship. The interior is relatively dirty and the food has been exhausted. It can be seen that they may have suffered a disaster."

"Besides, the most important thing is that pretending not to understand will not do them any good, and there is no way to change their status quo. What is the point of their doing so?"

At the end, Harold couldn't help but cast a disdainful look at Henry Bole.

It's like asking the other person 'Why did you ask me such a stupid question? '

In this regard, Henry Bole just pinched the center of his eyebrows and did not respond. After all, he simply wanted to change the subject.

"Then how do we deal with this group of humans now? We don't understand each other's language, so it's impossible to lock them up in my confession all the time, right?"

"It's useless for you to ask me. I'm only responsible for following the order and bringing people to the ground. I handed them over to the local church, and the bishop of the church threw them to you. After that, I basically told you It's irrelevant."

While speaking, Harold winked at Henry Ball for a while.

He had to admit that he had a little bit of schadenfreude.

But his schadenfreude was well-intentioned.

He really didn't expect that the bishop of the local church would throw people into the confessional so casually.

But thinking about it from another angle, throwing it in the confessional would be good, it would give his good friend something to do, and it would be better than living in a muddle every day.

For his friend's behavior of throwing blame, if he can't beat him, Henry Boll will definitely beat him up severely.

"The main reason is that we don't know what the origin of these humans is, and we can't deal with them at will."

Speaking of this, Henry Bole felt his head was getting bigger again.

Good guy, it's the first time he has encountered such troubles in this confessional for so many years, and he is really not used to it.

"In the current situation, I am afraid that we can only try to establish communication with them first. Afterwards, we can only make arrangements if we can communicate."