My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1008

"The differences between races..." Holding the cup, Henry blew on it gently, "Why don't you say that your world is different from the rest of us. See, tea is part of Yan Xia's heritage for twelve centuries and is beloved all over the world. It is you, whose bigotry has limited your eyesight!"

"Are you mocking our underground world?" Andrew smiled and put down his cup of coffee.

"No," Henry shook his index finger and said, "I'm just saying that there isn't such a big difference between races."

"Whatever," Andrew waved his hand impatiently. He brought up the race just as a conversation opener to discuss Alvin League's experiment. But Henry had disrupted his plan.

"Henry, we are both smart people. So I want to make something clear to you."

Henry made a gesture to indicate Andrew to continue.

Glancing over the coffee cup in front of him, Andrew said, "You should know how serious the secret you are hiding. Whoever knows the secret of the City of Hell can alter the progression of the world."

"Lord Commissioner, that's a little exaggerated, isn't it?" Henry said teasingly, with a face full of disbelief.

Andrew shook his head, "You're still not powerful enough. You don't understand how fearful those people are. Do you really think you can guard the secret with your late-stage Qi-transformation Realm ability? If it weren't for me who is hiding the secret from the world for you, you wouldn't be able to live in peace for these couple of months."

"So, I need to thank you, Lord Commissioner?" Henry held his fists in front of his chest.

"There's no need to be cynical," Andrew's face looked bad, "I know what's on your mind. I know why you ran into the Purgatory to save Robbin. You want someone to level with me. But are you sure that the Bishop will help you when he finds out about the secret you are hiding? You should know this. You and Sackcloth Visitor drink tea, but the Bishop and I drink coffee."

Henry shrugged, "Commissioner Andrew, maybe you should tell the Bishop about the secret and ask members of Recluse Association to vote. If they agree that you should be the one that I tell my secret to, I'll do it."

Henry was confident that Andrew would never say a word about the secret to anyone.

He wouldn't hesitate to trade his position in Recluse Association with the secret of the City of Hell. To add competition was the last thing Andrew would do.

There was a malicious look in Andrew's eyes, "Henry, you're deliberately setting yourself against me. Believe it or not, I can kill you before the Bishop arrives!"

A Qi-knife was formed in Andrew's hand.

Andrew had run out of patience with Henry. He wanted to get the information through force.

Henry snorted. He was not afraid of Andrew. If the fight broke out, it was hard to tell who would be the winner.

"What about this one?" The Qi-concentrating Realm master asked, "Commissioner Andrew said that you are the warden he appointed. Why didn't you greet the Bishop?"

"He doesn't need to," The bishop said, "This young friend has saved my son's life. He doesn't need to act inferior to me. It is I who should express gratitude to him."

The Bishop then held his hands in front of his chest and bowed to Henry.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to do this," Henry laughed, "I only wanted a better position in Recluse Association. If you wouldn't mind, grant me a promotion. I would be very happy if you could make me a commissioner."

"Haha," The Bishop laughed, "You really have guts to ask me that. I'll be very honest with you. The promotion is not up to me alone. It'll have to be approved from every upper level. But I can offer you personal help. If you have questions about cultivating Qi, I can be your guidance."

"I'm good then," Henry looked disappointed, "I can take care of my training. Who knows when you will have time to answer my questions. But if someone is going to kill me, you'll have to help me!"

"Of course," The Bishop nodded, "You have saved my son's life, and I will be sure to repay the same kindness. Alright then, I'm only here to meet my son's savior. I'm sorry if I interrupted something. I won't bother you any longer. Andrew, could you take a walk with me?"

"Yes, my lord!" Andrew bowed at the Bishop and turned to leave. On his way out, he gave Henry a glare.