This was a good position to inherit, but he needed to be alive to reap the benefits it sowed.
"Do you really love what you do?" Jacob asked out of nowhere.
"Only b*stards like doing what I do." Huswart swore, "To be honest, people in this line are willing to do anything. You name it, we'll get it done."
"The only exception is that we're still humans and we have hearts. Sometimes, there are things we can't bring ourselves to do, but what choice do we have? I wasn't well educated. If I want to lead a good life abroad, this is my only way in. If this wasn't the case, then why wouldn't I work a proper job here?"
Huswart seemed to have reached the peak of sadness, "I entered this country by sneaking in illegally from another border. Back then, the officials were stricter towards illegal immigrants. They almost never gave us a shot at a proper life."