The words of his friend Henry Boll made Harold's eyes flash with a hint of thought.

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

As soon as these words were said, Henry Bolton, who was sitting there, changed his face, his eyes swept across the closed door, and then said in a slightly collapsed tone...

"Oh, my lord! You can shut up, Harold! You will kill me sooner or later with this stinky mouth!"

"Relax, Henry, you've been relegated to this remote city to be the head of the penitentiary, what else can they do?"

"You still said?!"

Looking at Henry Boll who was about to go berserk, Harold spread his hands innocently and expressed his surrender.

Apparently, he hadn't planned to capsize the boat of his friendship with Henry Bohr.

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 to be the director of the penitentiary.

He and Henry Bol were good friends who grew up together. Although they didn't have any background, his friend was talented and virtuous, and he was already an archbishop at a young age.

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

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

Some people will think that this is still a director after all.

But what about reality? The director of the Confession House is simply an idle job waiting to die!

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

The main job here is to lock the erring believers in to face the wall to repent, and then release them or continue to lock them up depending on the situation.

The content of the work is not complicated, and anyone can basically do it in a decent manner.

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

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

But he was not a mediocrity, Henry Bohr, when 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 will stay here for the rest of your life! ’

This is more uncomfortable than killing him directly!

The nasty **** above just wants to destroy him mentally and make him suffer shame every second of his life!

In fact, during the first period of time, Henry Bohr was not thinking about changing the status quo while trying to struggle.

But after repeated attempts to no avail, he gradually realized that he really couldn't change the status quo, and Henry Boll, who was gradually desperate, did not think about committing suicide altogether.

Harold, who was serving in the Border Patrol at the time, asked for a leave of absence directly. After all, it took a lot of effort to persuade him to stop him.

Ten years have passed since then.

Ten years is enough to change a lot of things.

In the past ten years, with the growth of age, Henry Bohr gradually matured and slowly opened his eyes.

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

However, Henry Boll looked away and lay flat, but Harold, who was a little friend, did not.

In the past ten years, he has watched his talented friend gradually turn into a walking corpse who lives in the dark.

During this process, Harold had doubts more than once, whether he had done something wrong at the beginning, and he should not have prevented Henry from committing suicide, so that Henry could at least die as the 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 each other.

Although in the border patrol army, he is also an officer who manages a small fleet under his command, but with this little strength, he can't help the other party...

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

"Okay, let's talk business."

After so many years, his situation has already been nailed to death, and he himself is more desperate than seeing it.

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

To put it bluntly, Harold can't change the status quo, and he should know that.

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

"You said that this group of humans deliberately pretended 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 we couldn't clearly understand the meaning of the other party's signal, at least they didn't intend to attack us, and they cooperated very well after that."

Speaking of which, Harold paused.

"At the same time, we have also searched the other party's spaceship. The interior is dirty and the food has been exhausted. It can be seen that they may have suffered."

"Besides that, the main thing is that pretending they don't understand doesn't do them any good, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com can't change their status quo. What's the point of them doing this?"

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

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

In this regard, Henry Bol just pinched 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 keep them locked up in my penitentiary, 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 followed my instructions. It doesn't matter."

As he spoke, Harold winked at Henry Boll.

He had to admit that he was a little gloating.

But his schadenfreude was well-intentioned.

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

But thinking about it from another angle, it's better to throw it in the confession, and let his friend have something to do, which is better than living in a hurry every day.

For his friend's dumping behavior, if he hadn't been able to beat him, Henry Boll would definitely have beaten him hard.

"The main reason is that we don't know what the origins of this group of humans are, and there is no way to deal with them at will."

Having said this, Henry Boll felt his head grow again.

My good guy, after so many years in this penitentiary place, this is the first time he has encountered such trouble, and he is really not used to it.

"In the current situation, I'm afraid I can only try to establish communication with them first, and then things can only be arranged if they can communicate."