My Waste Husband
Chapter 1061

Chapter 1061

The night had gotten late, yet the Holy City was still bustling with people, discussing about the selection excitedly. The night before, everyone discussed who they thought would win. This time, most of the discussions were focused on Flynn.

As the only son of the European Bishop Morvyn, Flynn had always attracted a lot of attention.

Back when Flynn had been trapped in purgatory, the story of Morvyn leading dozens of masters to his rescue had already spread far and wide.

In the eyes of most, Flynn was a good-for-nothing who only created trouble for his father. He was also very soft and weak. However, Flynn's performance today was a total eye-opener forthem.

In a night market outside the Holy City, Flynn followed beside Henry and said, "Brother, it's not safe out here today. My father specifically warned me to stay indoors."

Henry rolled his eyes and said, "That's exactly what we want, what's the point of coming out if it were safe?"

"Brother, I don't understand." Flynn was confused.

Henry patted Flynn on the shoulder and said, "You know alot about the culture of Yan Xia, but do you understand the saying 'cutting up tangled threads with the swift cut of a knife'?"

Flynn thought for a moment and said, "To get all the troublesome people tangled up then kill them all in one shot?"

"Well... I guess you can also put it that way." Henry sighed and said, "Come on, let's take a few more rounds at the ghost market."

Henry led Flynn all the way to the ghost market. This time, the two of them were not the same as they had been the day before. Instead, like Tucker back then, they held and looked at various items for the fun of it, not buying anything. It annoyed many, and they were very quickly recognised.

"Isn't that Robbin?"

"He's so arrogant!"

"How can he not be? He was placed first in two rounds of the selection. If all goes smoothly, Europe will still be under the watch of Bishop Morvyn!"

"You're not wrong about that, but I think he depended entirely on luck, plus his individual strength is still so weak. What has he got to be arrogant about?"

"Isn't the fact that he's the successor of the European Bishop enough? He is arrogant indeed, but do you dare to do anything about it?"

"Just wait and see. We may not dare to do anything, but there's someone who would dare to do it. I really don't understand, with that level of power he possesses, he still dares to come out here instead of hiding away indoors at such a critical time. Come outside is easy, but it might not be that easy to go back in!"

"Shh! Are you tired of living? Keep your voice down. What does this matter have to do with us? Let's go, let's go."

Discussion after discussion arose one after another. Henry and Flynn acted as if they had not heard anything and continued to stroll around with swagger.

Andrew appeared from the front of the ghost market and headed straight at Henry.

"Looks like you're in a good mood today, Henry." Andrew walked up to Henry and said, "What you pulled off back there was pretty good."

"Heh heh, you flatter me, Lord Garfield" Henry replied with a smile.

"No, that was just the fact," Andrew said with a wave of his hand. "You were just a jailer, yet today you lectured the bishops in front of so many. Only giving you the title of a jailer, is just too unfair to you. Based on your performance today, I should at least present you with the title of Commander. Don't you agree?"

Henry's face expressed deep thought, then he snapped his fingers. "If you can give me your position of Commander, Lord Garfield, that'll actually be pretty good."

"What a big talker!" Another man appeared from behind and looked at Henry as he shouted, "How dare a young one like you speak so freely. You dare to provoke a commander? Don't you even know to bow to your Lord when you see him? How dare you stand tall and talk to him? Don't you know the rules?"

Henry looked at the person who spoke. It was a middle-aged man in his fifties, he had the features of a westerner with a naturally stern face.

"Jailer Zhang, I'm asking you now, why are you not greeting me as I appear before you?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Henry," Andrew said, "this is Lord Caspar. You're on pretty good terms with me, so it's fine if you don't do the formalities to me, but you should still abide by the rules."

Henry immediately understood this man once had a falling-out with him and therefore could not suppress him with his status, so he simply brought another man along.

Caspar put his hands behind him and said once more, "Jailer Zhang, are you still not going to greet me?"

"Caspar, what a high-ranking official you are!" Flynn chipped in, "Speaking of status, you should be greeting me first!"

Caspar's expression hardened, and he said, "Young Master Gaille, although you are the successor to the bishop, you have not been appointed as the bishop yet. So in terms of position, I don't have to salute you, but as for Jailer Zhang..."

"Shut it." Flynn glared at Caspar impatiently. "Brother Zhang is my benefactor. You're ordering my benefactor to salute you, why don't I kneel to you too?"

"Haha." Andrew chuckled and said, "Master Gaille, we're not here to joke around. As you know, Henry is a prison guard under my jurisdiction. I'm here to talk to him regarding the affairs of the association, Master Gaille probably shouldn't intervene in our matters, am I right?"

There was a change of expression on Robbin's face, but he did not say anything. After all, he was not a bishop yet. It really was against the rules for a successor of the bishop to intervene in the affairs of the commander. In that current situation, he would be very likely be targeted by the media.

"Let's go. Henry, we have something else to talk about." Andrew stepped forward, put his arm around Henry's shoulder, and led him aside.

Caspar stood by the other side of Henry, giving him no means of retreat.

"Lord Garfield, you..."

Henry opened his mouth to speak, but was instantly interrupted by Andrew.

"That's enough. I'm not in the mood to play these verbal games with you." Andrew said impatiently, "Henry, I'll give you one more chance. I'm the commander, and you're just an ordinary jailer. Even if Lord Gaille remains as the bishop of Europe bishop, I can still kill you before he officially gets on his seat. The city next to the City of Hell is where your forces lie, isn't it?"

"There are quite a lot of people in it," Caspar said. "I'm just wondering how interesting your expressions would be if the city was destroyed instantly."

Henry frowned a little. "Are you two threatening me?"

"What about it? Can't I threaten you?" Caspar asked back, "You're just a little jailer. You thought you could deal with several parties, but unbeknownst to you, you're just like a rat in a sewer in our eyes, running all about, all dirty and smelly and disgusting. I'm dying want to kill you, and that's all just a piece of cake."

"Henry, don't say that I didn't give you any chances. Think about it, you have to remember that no matter how much good you've done for Bishop Morvyn, you'd still be a jailer in the end." Sean led Henry into an alley. "Even if you do succeed in helping Bishop Morvyn continue his reign of the bishop of Europe this time, he can't break the rules and promote you to the rank of a commander either. To say the least, so what if you do become a commander? Take a look at what's in front of you."

Henry looked up to see that there were more than a dozen men standing in front of him, and all of them were in commander uniforms.