The World Civilization Million Lords

"Oh, judging from this situation, the governance 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.

Ye Qingxuan, who knew the information, was slightly surprised.

Not to mention the combat power level, under normal circumstances, a civilization with a development level 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 'disasters and disasters'.

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

To be able to achieve this level, it can even be said to be "amazing".

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 made Ye Qingxuan fall into a brief contemplation.

Of course, due to the limited intelligence, Ye Qingxuan is not yet completely sure about this issue.

And just when Ye Qingxuan was thinking about it like this, a footstep came from outside her door, and Ye Qingxuan who heard the movement quickly closed her voice.

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

The middle-aged man was also wearing a white robe. After entering, the other party briefly looked at Ye Qingxuan a few times, 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 clansmen who have 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, he could only gesture with his hands to convey the meaning to the other party.

After seeing the other party, after nodding, just like the old man in front, he stopped talking and turned to leave.

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

It seems that the other party is planning to try one by one.

But the result is that there 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 also heard some clues.

But it wasn't that he understood the meaning of 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 a new one.

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 it to 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 make a quick comparison when necessary.

With this ability, Luo Ji discovered that the language the middle-aged man spoke had a tone that was completely different from before.

Although it is not ruled out that it may be an individual accent problem, even so, this special race has already 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 reconnaissance robot, which followed silently.

He has a part of the miniature reconnaissance robot, which is specially reserved in his hand, so that he can be mobilized at any time when needed.

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

In his hand, he held a feather pen made of an animal's feathers that he did not know, and he dipped it in ink from time to time to write.

The guards outside the door clearly recognized this blond man, and at the same time this blond man was in a good position.

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

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

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 come to his desk.

"Director Bol, 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 called 'Director Bol' couldn't help sighing.

His full name is Henry Bohr, and he holds the post of director here.

"Thank you for your hard work, Father, and say hello to His Excellency the Bishop for me."

After signaling to the guards to **** the priest back, Director Bo Er quickly felt a headache because of the presence of Ye Qingxuan and others.

"Harold, you really caused me a problem. UU reading www.uukanshu.com Can't you let your warship land in Xilin City next door? It's not me who has the headache."

In the complaint of Director Bol, the door of the lounge on the side was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with flaxen hair still wearing a military uniform walked out.

"In Xilin City, there are no priests who know so many languages, my friend."

"Harold, you have to be clear, I am a penitentiary, not a shelter, and these humans 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 take care of this."

The mention of that bishop gave Henry Bohr a clear headache.

Looking at his friend with a headache, Harold couldn't help but asked in a low voice...

"I heard that your bishop made a mistake in the big sacrifice in the holy city, so he was demoted? I guess he is now thinking about how to get 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, it was obvious that Henry Boll was taken aback. He quickly glanced at the office worker who had been closed, and lowered his voice subconsciously...

"My lord, Harold, the bishop who was transferred from the Holy City has a bad temper recently. If your words reach his ears, you will be in big trouble!"

Speaking of the back, it seems that he is worried that Harold has not realized the seriousness of the problem, so Henry Boll immediately added another sentence...

"Don't think you're from the military, he can't do anything about you. He made a mistake in such an important holy city sacrifice. If you can come here to be a bishop, think about who is behind him!"

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