"Um?"

When Sloan, who was about to issue an order to expel the guest, heard this and looked up at Hawke: "What?"

What's going to do about this guy?

Hawke pointed to the textile cloth that Sloan just now hugged in and looked at Sloan: "Sloan, you treat God's will like this, just put it aside, don't you save it? I seriously doubt yours to God.

Loyalty, this textile cloth, comes with God's will, why don't you have the intention of respect?”

Sloan's eyebrows were pounding.

"I don't respect you, weren't you just thrown on the table?"

“I’m different.”

Hawke shook his head: "I am still an agent now, not formal. You said that I have not completed the test of God on me yet, but you are different. You are the person who is God's words on earth, you are yourself.

As the saying goes, your status should be higher than the one in the Vatican.”

After all, from a certain perspective, it is not clear whether the Vatican can talk to God, but Sloan has a one-way dialogue with God.

Sloan pulled the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to refute it, but for a while, he couldn't find a point to refute it, so he took a deep breath.

"I'll put it down later."

"no!"

"So what's wrong?"

Sloan felt his head was about to explode.

Hawke ignored the expression on Sloan's face, looked at Sloan and said with concern: "When I came back just now, you didn't seem to remember what happened at all. I'm worried that you will forget it later.

After all, this is the first time I have been carrying out God’s will, and I feel a sense of satisfaction, so you should let it go now. This is my first mission, which is very memorable."

It's just a memorial meaning.

Sloan opened his mouth and wanted to say this, but looking at Hawk's expression, he knew that if he didn't do this, Hawk would not have plans to leave his office.

"OK."

Sloan, who was a little irritated, opened the drawer again, took out the textile cloth, and walked directly to his bookcase, opened the third bookcase, took out an ordinary book, and after opening it, he clamped the textile cloth into it.

There is the page where the translation is, and after doing all this, turn around and look at Hawke with your satisfied eyes: "You're done, are you happy?"

Hawke smiled, shrugged, and his tone was a little casual: "This is your job, why should I be happy? I just worry that you are old and if you forget this, so I kindly remind you, be happy

You should be the one who is Sloan, what does it have to do with me?"

Sloan: “…”
Chapter completed!