Endless Debt.

Bologo could feel that his consciousness was waking up from the darkness, but this time after his sanity stabilized, he didn't open his eyes immediately, but waited a little bit in anticipation.

It might sound boring, but it's a rare joy in Burlogo's day-to-day life.

First, a small slit was opened, and the light in the blurred field of vision was a little dim. Bologo speculated that he might have been in a coma for a while, and the sky had darkened again. It is also possible that he was lying in a closed room.

His nose moved slightly, and he sniffed vigorously. Bologo didn't notice the smell of disinfectant, but only a familiar smell of wine.

It's time to solve the mystery.

When he fully opened his eyes, what came into his eyes was not the familiar gray and white ceiling in the ward, but the gorgeous suspended ceiling. Even in the dim light, Burlogo could still clearly see the expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls.

Sitting up from the soft bed, from the gorgeous decoration and the position where he fell last, Bologo could conclude that he was in a certain room of the Undead Club.

He looked down and checked his body. Those tattered, blood-stained clothes had been replaced by a neat set of pajamas, but there was something wrong with the size of the pajamas, and Burlogo was too loose in them. .

At this time, a faint snoring sound came from the side.

Bologo turned his head vigilantly, only to see a strong figure lying on his stomach not far away from him, his head was completely stuffed under the pillow, and dull grunting sounded one after another.The double bed was so huge that Burlogo completely ignored the guy next to him.

"Ser... Sally?"

Borrog moved his butt silently, keeping himself away from Thurley.

The snoring stopped, and Serai slowly pulled his head out from under the pillow, his face was covered by his disheveled hair, and the scarlet light in his eyes became dim due to sleepiness.

"Oh? You're awake."

As Selei said, he turned over, his whole body facing up, and after a while, he turned his head sideways again, leaning on his head with one hand.

It has to be admitted that, with Serley's aristocratic aura and excellent appearance, all the women who dated Serley will feel excited when they wake up on this bed and see this scene.

But Bologo is not a woman, he doesn't want to date Seri at all, let alone how he feels about this situation, he didn't punch Seri into the wall, which is already a great testimony of the deep friendship between them up.

"Don't worry, don't worry, nothing happened between us."

Seeing Bologo's body language full of resistance, Selei explained in a timely manner, "I only date elegant ladies. I'm not interested in a perverted murderer like you."

"Oh, very good."

Burrog nodded vigorously, and got off the bed very smoothly.

"Your clothes are rotten, so I lent you my pajamas. As for your weapons, they have been cleaned and placed by the door."

Thurley is considerate as an exclusive butler.

"Ok."

Burrog walked to the other end of the room, glanced over, and saw countless oil paintings hanging on the walls... Not only oil paintings, but also photos, sculptures and other carriers that can leave information about someone's face, They surrounded Thurley's oversized bed like exhibits in a memorial.

An inexplicable chill spread across Bologo's back. He always felt that those things were not dead, they seemed to be alive, and cast their gaze towards him.

The snake scale liquid followed Bologo's arm, turned into a swimming snake and crawled back under the skirt of his clothes, biting bitterly. There was no scratch or blood stain on the pitch-black blade, even though it had just experienced a battle with the Glorious One not long ago. desperate battle.

Raising his hand to grab the doorknob, Burlogo tried to turn it, but found that the doorknob was motionless and locked.

"Wait a minute, Bologo, I haven't said you can go."

The cold breath became more solemn, and Bologo turned his head, the lazy sleepiness on Serrey's face disappeared, and he combed his messy blond hair back, his expression became extremely cold, as if covered with a layer of cold Frost.

It was difficult for Bologo to connect the current Thurley with the Thurley just now. He could only comfort himself that the undead were all like this, just like a neurotic who couldn't control his emotions and behaviors.

"What's the matter, Threy," said Borrog sharply, "you look like you want to kill me."

"Are you telling a bad joke? This is the Undead Club."

There was a smile in Threi's voice, but his facial muscles seemed to be necrotic, without any change, "'Kill' the undead?"

Borogo sighed, moved a chair from the side, and sat facing Throy.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

As soon as he came out of the tiger's den, he was like a wolf's mouth. Bologo was used to this, and his demeanor was unexpectedly calm. As for Thurley... Bologo didn't think that Thurley would do anything to him, let alone the restrictions placed on him by the Undead Club, even When the fight really started, with the substitute of the alchemy matrix, Bologo also had the confidence to fight against the ancient Thurley.

With this appearance, Thurley just wanted to express his attitude to himself.

He was serious and didn't joke with himself.

Serley asked, "Who beat you like this?"

"Are you caring about me?"

Serley stared at Bologo, "Bologo, you really have no sense of humor, you don't even know when to make a joke."

"I just think the current atmosphere is a bit too serious. I should make some jokes to ease the atmosphere, what do you think?" Burlogo asked back.

This time Thorey was silent for a moment, and then laughed in a very stiff way.

"Hahaha!"

Cerley smiled like a cold robot.

Just when he was about to continue making this disturbing noise, Burlogo did not follow the routine and said simply.

"Regent, I have met the Regent."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

When Bologo's sight was clear again, he had already come out of Serai's bedroom, his hands and feet were drooping weakly, and he raised his head. Walk quickly in the hallway.

Bolog is very calm about this, now he has classified the undead and the insane, even if Serley is like an orangutan, running around while screaming strangely, Bolog will not Surprised.

"The Regent! The Regent!"

Se Lei screamed strangely, and his pace became much faster, almost like running.

"So what the hell is going on here?"

Serley stood behind the bar, poured a glass of orange juice for Bolog, and listened to his kind question. Until this moment, Bolog felt that everything was back on track.

"Compared to these, I'm more curious, was that what you were like just now?"

Bologo precisely poked at Thurley's pain, recalling Thurley's demeanor a few minutes ago.

"Cold and reticent... Think about it, this is what a prince of the night tribe should look like, and the crazy side you often show is more like a disguise to cover yourself, or to paralyze yourself Placebo."

Borogo was a lot like Thurley, at least in Thurley's younger personality.

The smile that was so hard to create on Serrey's face froze, and his expression calmed down. This time he took off his mask, and even the sense of stupidity and stupidity on his body faded a lot.

At this time, Se Lei really looked like a lonely son, sighed helplessly, "It's strange, you are always very keen in this regard."

"I'm a professional," Burlogo said.

"If you use your professional skills in other places, you may have a completely different life," Serey said with a smile, "For example, when you deal with those women, you can see through their psychological flaws at a glance and turn them around."

"Emotionally, I feel like I have a mental cleanliness, I can't do that kind of thing, not to mention I don't feel happy from it."

Burlogo flatly vetoed it, and then added, "I think emotion is a sacred thing, and it doesn't make sense to treat it in such a utilitarian way."

"Huh? Sounds good."

Regarding this part, Threi did not insist too much. Some people can feel happiness from watching movies, and some people can feel happiness from sanctioning crimes. After all, everyone has different ways of having fun, just like everyone's way of living Not the same.

"how about you?"

Burlogo thought of the portraits of women on the bedroom walls.

"Did the birth of Olivia stem from sincere love, was it a utilitarian calculation, or was it simply an accident?"

Bologo unceremoniously sarcastically sarcastically said, "I think it should be an accident, you have no sense of responsibility at all, let alone being a father."

This time, Threi's reaction was very calm, not angry, and he didn't say any funny words to ease the atmosphere. He leaned on the bar with both hands, his face drooped, and his smile became a little helpless.

"I think I have a sense of responsibility, for example..."

"Like you and every one of your wives?" Bologo teased, "Do you believe this kind of thing?"

Burrog took a sip of orange juice, "If you really had a sense of responsibility, you wouldn't be hiding in the Undead Club, but go out and clean up the mess you left behind."

Cerley couldn't even raise his head when he heard what Bologo said, and he wanted to refute something, but before he could say anything, he swallowed it back.

"Therei, what was the reason you overthrew the Eternal Night Empire?"

Bologo couldn't help asking, this is the ultimate mystery of the Daybreak War, and it is also the trigger for the rise of the Night Race. Bologo is so close to the truth, after all, the creator is right in front of his eyes, within reach.

But the truth was so far away that Borrog knew instinctively that Thurley would say nothing.

Se Lei whispered, "You won't believe me if I tell you."

"After all, it's up to me to believe it or not."

Burlogo was beginning to relish the onslaught, pressing him verbally like an interrogator.

"love and peace."

Fearing that Bologo might not hear clearly, Serai raised his head, showed an extremely sincere smile, and repeated.

"For love and peace."

Burrog repeated, "For love and peace?"

Thorey nodded again, "For love and peace."

This time, Bologo was silent. He drank all the orange juice, and the breath on his body weakened, and then he spoke.

"I met Olivia near the Undead Club. She was avoiding the King Regent's pursuit. I guess Olivia's plan is that if she can't resist the King Regent, she will come to the Undead Club to seek refuge."

Bologo didn't hide anything, and told all the experiences just now.

"I was played by Olivia's design, I tried to track her, but was discovered by the regent," Bologo glanced at Cerei, "It may be that the aura on me and Olivia are somewhat similar, the regent Think of me as Olivia, and release the secret power to capture me."

As the daughter of Thurley, Olivia's blood is similar to Thurley's, and Bologo's body is mixed with Thurley's blood. This is the blood from the night clan lord, which is rare and cannot be removed by the time-traveling axis s things.

"I didn't notice your battle." Seri asked doubtfully.

"It's the regent's arcane power," Burrog explained. "His arcane power can create a regional mirror world where battles won't cause any anomalies in the physical world."

Bologo thought for a while, and then added, "It's an interesting secret power, but as a person of glory, I think the secret power of the regent king is more than that. It should have more effects, but the regent king didn't use it."

"You escaped from the hands of a glorious man?" Threi felt inconceivable.

"It's not an escape, it's more like he let me go."

Talking about this, Bologo felt inexplicably absurd, "The regent is a rather arrogant and neurotic guy, and he almost satisfies all my stereotypes about undead."

"He said that there is a gap between me and him, so he made a rule that is close to fairness. As long as I stay in his hands until dawn, I will win. I did it, so he admit defeat and let go me."

While Bologo said, he observed the change of Threi's expression, "Olivia, as the only remaining Night Clan besides you after the Dawn War, I guess the regent was born through Olivia's blood endowment , that is to say... After the Daybreak War, Olivia bypassed the "Dawn Oath" and created a new batch of Night Race, and the Regent King is the most powerful among them."

"As for now, it is obvious that Olivia has lost control over the New Night Clan, and even let the Regent seize power. Now the New Night Clan led by the Regent, that is, the rebellious royal court, is hunting down Olivia. They need her pure blood to create more high-level Night Race."

When it was time to meet, Burlogo asked bluntly.

"What are you going to do? Serley, sit back and watch this happen?"

Serley didn't respond, just drank on his own. After heaving a long sigh, he seemed to have figured it out, and said.

"I'm retired, Bologo, really retired."

After speaking, Selei walked out from behind the bar and stepped into the stairwell without looking back.

Looking at his fleeing figure, Bologo felt an inexplicable anger, but he couldn't do anything except watch.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Burrog couldn't help sighing, then repeated the absurd words.

"love and peace."

Sleepy, I thought it was updated today.