endless debt

Chapter 803 Domestication
"Ah, big trouble."

Palmer sank into the sofa completely, and covered his face with the pillow as if avoiding the question.

"As you said, Woxilin only has you, and you are the whole of her world. She can't bear to live without you, so she turned into that weird look."

While Bologo was speaking, the pen in his hand did not stop. Obviously, he regarded Palmer as an observation sample.

"Haven't you noticed this before?" Borrog hesitated, before coming up with an appropriate word, "Woxilin is too... possessive of you?"

Palmer shook his head, "We didn't have many friends before, let alone the matter of aggression and possessiveness, so I didn't feel anything. It wasn't until I went home this time that I realized that something was wrong."

"Think about my engagement..." Palmer belatedly said.

Hearing him say this, Burlogo also noticed this problem, and he said tentatively, "Could it be that your engagement to her is also a manifestation of possessiveness?"

Burrog was surprised by his own analysis, "This makes sense, you guys go to work thousands of miles away, the ghost knows who you will meet, maybe you will be fascinated by the women outside, Woxilin Let’s just stop doing it and catch you first from the legal level.”

Palmer sank almost completely into the couch.

"Well... what are you worried about?"

Seeing Palmer's appearance, Burlogo asked again, "You love her, she loves you, and you two are engaged, what's the problem?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

A dull voice sounded from under the pillow, Palmer picked up the pillow and sat up, saying very seriously.

"I thought, maybe I'm not ready yet."

"Ready to get married?"

"Probably, I'm not the same as Serley's bastard. I'm very loyal. When I think that my life no longer belongs to me, but I have to share it completely with another person, and I have to bear a part of her." ...I'm not saying that I'm afraid of taking on the responsibility, but I'm afraid, what if I can't do it?
Love is fun, but marriage is responsibility. "

Palmer said to himself, "I finally crossed that hurdle before, and felt that I could face Woxilin, but after crossing, the deeper connection gave me a headache again."

"That's true. After all, you and Woxilin have such a close relationship, and there is no other development direction except marriage." Burlog nodded, collecting sample data very seriously.

"So, what have you been writing about?" Palmer asked.

"Some things that you will feel offended, I suggest you not to continue to ask." Bologo didn't change his face.

Palmer sighed and lay down again.

"Suddenly there is a feeling of growing up."

"Palmer, you have been an adult for many years."

"I mean psychologically, the transition from a boy to a man."

"It doesn't matter, your current mental state, it seems that you are still a boy, and you still have a long way to go if you want to transform into a man like Vaughan."

"It may not take a long way, maybe a marriage is enough."

"Tamed into a real man?"

"Domestication, domestication, the word sounds so weird, it sounds like I really am a wild dog running wild," Palmer's voice lowered, "and then bound to a warm den."

"I read that statement in a book," Borrog recalled. "I liked that book."

Boluogo continued, "You are a wild dog who is having fun. One day you met someone, you fell in love with her, and felt that you couldn't do without her. In order to be with her, you would rather give up your freedom. Wear a The shackles called her, walk with her here."

"Sounds awful."

"It's not bad. The wild dog's freedom was not really deprived. He chose to put on shackles and expressed his commitment and devotion to love in this way, just like the signature of the alliance contract."

Palmer looked at the ceiling, his eyes were a little dazed, and Bologo knew that it was meaningless to continue talking about these things with this boy. Now he is still in a state of love and has no preparation for marriage. To oppress his mind, it is better to help him solve the nearby problems.

Burrog sat closer. "Vorcilynn will come sooner or later, won't he?"

"That's right, I said I was going to die, but I'm already looking after the house for her, and let her live closer to me, or simply live in the reclamation room. As for the work, it depends on how the decision-making room arranges." .”

Burrogo knew that Palmer was a whiner, a whiner, but when it came down to it, he was solid.

"Actually, I can move out," Burlogo looked around the living room, "or you can move out, but it may be a lot of trouble for you to move."

"Huh?" Palmer's voice rose, "We're partners!"

"An extra roommate?" Borrog asked. "Then we might have to move to a bigger house."

Palmer was completely sluggish. It seemed that he didn't want to discuss matters related to Woxilin for the time being. Thinking about it, he and Wuxilin had kept a distance all these years, and the distance suddenly shortened. become flustered.

"Maybe I'm afraid of becoming like Dad," Palmer said in a very low voice.

Palmer was so used to being free, he couldn't imagine himself becoming Vaughn, something completely different.

"Why don't we talk about work, how is the situation of the Night Clan?" Palmer asked.

"It doesn't matter, if one appears, kill one, and if two appear, kill one pair." After hunting for a long time, Bologo has become very good at hunting these bloodthirsty monsters. "Among the undead I have faced, night Clans are relatively easy to kill, and they only need silverware and sunlight to greatly limit their immortality."

"Our next job is to continue hunting the Night Clan?"

Burlogo said, "No, according to Lebius, the decision-making room may want us to solve the problem of the Great Rift."

Palmer clearly knew what kind of problem was hidden in the big rift, his expression collapsed instantly, the light that was about to go out, the ruins of the sacred city that was about to be completely annihilated, and the evil of this world that was about to break through the seal...

"It's terrible, I'm just a believer."

The rank of a former believer can still deal with many difficulties, but with the development of the situation, if Palmer is thrown into an incident at will, he doesn't think he has a chance of surviving.

I can only look forward to my own good luck.

"About the part of the Great Rift, we don't need to worry about it. The decision-making room is making preparations, and we just need to implement it at that time," Bologo said, "I still care about the Night Clan's affairs, and I am going to visit Threi next. .”

"Then you might have to go tomorrow," Palmer said.

"what happened?"

"Haven't you heard? Thurley is in a deep sleep, but it's not a long sleep, it's a literal sleep," Palmer explained to Burrowgo about Thurley's recent condition. "Now he goes out to drink at night, By coming back and falling asleep and doing the cycle of being innocuous, he was clearly sending a signal to everyone 'this has nothing to do with me'."

Palmer glanced at the time, "In other words, Thrai is sleeping now, and no one can wake him up unless he gets enough sleep, not to mention the endless corridors in the Undead Club, if he If you don’t take the initiative to come out, few people can find his room.”

"I also believe that this matter has nothing to do with Thurley," Borrog said. "The Undead Club also has its own rules, such as completely leaving the world."

Palmer said, "But as a Night Clan lord, he must know something."

"Yes, I'm trying to pry something out of his mouth."

"But he is Thurley, let alone whether you can beat him or not, are you sure interrogation will be useful to him?" Palmer said with a chokehold.

"Why are you fighting with him?" Burrog was puzzled.

"Otherwise? Do you know other interrogation methods besides violently extorting a confession?"

Palmer never denies that Burlogo is a master of playing violence into art, but he feels that this master is a bit too path-dependent.

Bologo's thinking froze for a moment, and he also realized that if he asked directly, Serley would definitely keep silent and use violence?At that time, it may be uncertain who will use violence against whom. No matter how old Serley is, he was once a Night Clan lord. God knows what kind of power he possesses.

A figure that was about to be forgotten by Bologo suddenly appeared in front of Bologo's eyes, and Bologo instinctively realized that this person might be the key to prying Threy apart.

"Do you still remember the incident when we raided the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce before the time axis disorder event?" Burrog asked.

"Of course I remember." Palmer nodded, it was the first time he experienced a large-scale operation.

Under the reminder of Burrogo, a similar figure emerged in Palmer's almost forgotten memory.

"You also met?" Palmer asked hesitantly.

"Of course, I'm just taking it as a coincidence, but it looks like this might be the crux of the matter," Burlogo said.

(End of this chapter)