Endless Debt.

Chapter 844
Previously, Bologo would try to conceal some secret information to make people around him less worried, but as time went by, Bologo's mentality was slowly changing.

Bologo can't control everything, and other people don't necessarily need Burlogo's care. Out of respect, Bologo didn't hide it from Amyu, and recounted all his crazy experiences before.

As she narrated, seeing the circle of light in Aimiao's eyes gradually widen, until finally, she let out an incredible exclamation.

"God...God!"

Aimu was startled at first, then walked around Borrog and looked it over carefully, with a serious attitude, just like getting out of the car to inspect for a week when taking the driver's license test.

"Are you okay?" Amy was extremely concerned.

Burlogo waved his hand, "I'm fine, I'm healthy."

"As long as you die once, all the statuses will be refreshed." Bologo secretly said in his heart.

Amy wanted to say something else, but she seemed incoherent at this moment, as if she didn't know how to express her concern.

"I have received your kindness," Burrog patted her on the shoulder, and then gestured, "Let's go, I want to see your research results."

"Do you mean the original crime armed forces?"

Amyu has studied too many things recently, after a simple search, she asked.

"Well," Burlogo nodded, "I'm going to recruit York, that priest, and let him be in charge of the security of Greystone Town, so I want to take advantage of the situation to understand things like Armed Forces."

"Him? Can he?" Amyu continued, "I mean, can he be in charge of Greystone Town by himself?"

"I don't think it's a problem. He is very prestigious in Huishi Town. If a foreigner steps in, he can't escape his eyes. Moreover, he doesn't need to fight people, as long as he keeps sending back information."

Burrog's attitude is very firm, and it seems that he has completely decided on this matter.

Amyu didn't make too many rebuttals. After all, she didn't understand this kind of thing very well. Since Burlogo is the team leader and a professional, there is nothing wrong with listening to him.

"So is there any progress on the source crime armed forces?" Burogo asked again.

Amyu nodded, and after hesitating for a while, she shook her head again, which made Burlogo a little confused.

"There has been some progress, but not much progress."

Amyu went on to say, "As you know, it hasn't been long since we got this weapon of origin crime, and many researches are still in its infancy."

She emphasized, "This is a technical job, not as simple as killing people."

Bologo was silent for a while, and said, "Sorry, I'm a little impatient."

"We tried to analyze the material of the chain, but the data read out are all unknown... It is made of a material that we have not seen before, it can also be said that it may be the power of the devil materialization of the entity."

Aimu told Burlogo about the existing information.

"As for its unique ability, after careful investigation, we didn't find any obvious alchemy matrix."

"Didn't find the alchemy matrix?"

Burrog frowned. He is not a scholar, and he doesn't understand those profound things, but Burrog still understands some basic common sense.

The ether is the source of all power, and the alchemy matrix is ​​like a converter. By consuming ether, various miraculous phenomena are triggered. Even the contracted objects also have the alchemy matrix, but this alchemy matrix is ​​created by the power of the devil, and mortals cannot Hard to crack.

But now Ai Miao actually said that there is no alchemy matrix in Jing Fu Pain Lock, even if it has all kinds of extraordinary powers, where do they come from?

"We speculate that the power possessed by Jing Fu Pain Lock is another form of...protection."

"Intensive Care?"

Bologo was in a delicate mood. He felt that this was unlikely. The protection usually acts directly on the protected person, how could it be attached to the material, but then Bologo thought of Saizong's description of the crime of rage .

It was a purely violent beast with almost no communication ability, let alone a protected person, even a debtor was rare.

"Yes, obviously, the crime of rage is very different from other devils in terms of the form of existence and the embodiment of power. If other devils are annoying sales companies that sell people soul transactions, then rage The crime is like an unmanned convenience store, he takes what he wants, but he doesn’t care who the customer is or what he wants to do.”

Having stayed with Burlogo for a long time, Aimu is very good at using Burlogo's wonderful way of describing to give examples.

Bologo nodded slightly, and affirmed, "When I used the sawaxe before, I also once suspected that this kind of power is like a manifestation of protection."

"Next, we are going to carefully study the real power of the Armed Forces of Origin Sin. If we find out the nature of its power, we may be able to figure out what the protection of the Sin of Rage is, or even use it in reverse."

Amy uttered that dangerous thought.

"Anyway, his power is like an unmanned convenience store. The enemy can use it, and so can we."

"Well... very good."

Burrog raised his hand and patted Amy on the shoulder lightly, with a gratified smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Amy felt that Burlogo's smile was strange.

"It's nothing, I just feel that Aimu has become able to be independent."

"Is there?" Aimu felt nothing, she felt that she was just working.

"Yes," Bologo admitted, "great progress."

"Humph."

After being praised by Boluoge, Aimu smiled in a low voice, and then said proudly, "That's natural! It's impossible to stand still!"

"Yes, so I am looking forward to Amyu's future research. When the special operations team grows stronger, you will be the chief scholar."

After becoming the team leader, Burlogo read some books on administrative management, and now he has been able to draw big pies for his team members very skillfully.

"it is good!"

After the exchange, Aimu went back to work, and Bologo felt a sense of fatigue and came to him belatedly, his eyelids were heavy, as if he would fall asleep in a second.

Also, during this period of time, Bologo has experienced too many things, and he died once... maybe twice, and Bologo is a little confused.

Although he has been resurrected now, he can clearly feel that the ether in his body is not full.

Usually, after Bologo dies, he will wake up in the frontier nursing home. The doctor there is very aware of Bologo's condition, and will inject him with the soul of mango silver and increase the concentration of ether in the surrounding environment to speed up Burlogo's recovery. .

Obviously, there is no such treatment in the Undead Club. The current ether stock of Bologo is completely absorbed by the alchemy matrix during this period of time.

Burrog didn't stay longer in the Order Bureau. He quickly returned home, opened the drawer, took out several injections, and injected them into his body one by one.

As Mangyin's soul merged into the blood and volatilized into pure ether and poured into the alchemy matrix, Bologo couldn't help but take a long breath, feeling his body become light and ethereal.

Both Bologo and Palmer are debtors. In order to cope with the mania caused by the lack of souls, the Bureau of Order will regularly distribute the souls of mango silver to them, as well as many alchemy potions to relieve symptoms.

Due to the existence of soul shards, Bologo can resist phagocytosis as long as he continues to kill, so he rarely uses these materials issued by the Bureau of Order, and they have accumulated a lot in the cabinet.

Bologo himself thinks it's nothing. If it were someone else who saw Bologo's accumulation, his eyes would light up. Thanks to Bologo's savings, his inventory is almost comparable to the strategic materials stored in a stronghold.

Palmer didn't know this. He respected Burlogo's privacy and never rummaged through his cabinets.

After injecting the medicine, Burlogo put on his bed and lay back on his own bed. Returning to the familiar environment always made him feel surprisingly relieved.

Even bad wolves have their own dens.

He fell into a drowsy sleep until the noise woke him up.

"Why are you here again? Don't you go to work?"

"My job is quite leisurely, and it's off work now, isn't it?"

"But...but I'm off work, you come to me..."

"Is there a problem for me to visit my fiancé?"

"Wait a minute, Woxilin, just a moment..."

The voices of the two fell down, followed by a murmur. It sounded like they were punching and kicking, but Palmer was obviously not Vossilin's opponent. Burrog guessed that Palmer should have been locked by the throat.

Burrog sat up from the bed. The two obviously didn't realize that he was also in the room. He was thinking whether to continue to play dead, or cough a few times to remind them.

Palmer should be eager to his rescue.

In the living room, it was a bit different from what Burlogo guessed. Palmer was not choked, but he looked much more embarrassed than a chokehold.

At this time, Palmer was lying on the sofa with his hands behind his back, and Vossilin was kneeling on top of him, making Palmer unable to move.

Since Woxilin came, this guy seems to have separation anxiety disorder, he will come to Palmer almost every day, and he will touch Palmer every time.

Fortunately Palmer was used to it, it was like a kind of domestication, a kind of desensitization.

Bologo pushed open the door and coughed softly. Woxilin, who was about to proceed to the next step, turned her head vigilantly. When she saw Bologo for the first time, Bologo could clearly see Woxilin There was a look of resentment in Sirin's eyes.

Indeed, Burlogo spoiled her good work.

In the next second, Woxilin's eyes became clear, she let go of Palmer with a smile on her face, and greeted Burogo as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Palmer crawled over, grabbed Burlogo, and said with bloodshot eyes, "You saw it, you saw it! She is really good at acting!"

Palmer whispered into Burlogo's ear as if grasping at straws.

Burrog's eyes drifted between Palmer and Vossilin, and then he said solemnly, "What are you talking about? Did something happen just now?"

Palmer was taken aback for a moment, and a smile appeared on Woxilin's face.

"Bologo!"

Palmer screamed, shaking Burrogo's shoulders hard, "You're my partner, you can't open your eyes and talk nonsense!"

Borrog moved his head silently. Hearing Palmer's shrill cry, he felt inexplicably relieved, as if his partner's predicament could also make him feel more relaxed.

Having just had a fight with the Glorious One, Burrog felt that he needed to decompress.

"What nonsense, but you, Palmer, can't you be more enthusiastic when your fiancée comes?"

Burlogo pushed Palmer away, and he stumbled into Vossilyn's arms.

It took Palmer a few seconds to see reality.

Betrayal from a co-star is always heart-wrenching, and sits a little sluggishly.

Woxilin looked at Bologo with a much more friendly look. She thought that Bologo was going to hinder her. At this time, Bologo said again, "Woxilin, you should work here for a long time."

"Well, what happened?"

Wo Xilin has already determined that she will mostly stay in the Bureau of Order in the next few years.

Burlogo hinted, "I mean, it's a long time after that."

Worthylin was a smart person, and she understood Borrog's meaning very quickly.

Palmer was stunned for a while, and immediately left from Vorcelyn, and sat down near Bologo. Although his partner had just backstabbed him, at least he wouldn't touch him.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Palmer changed the subject, "I haven't been back all day."

Bologo let out a long sigh. Regarding the encounter with the regent, he had already repeated it with too many people today, and he didn't want to talk about it again.

"It's nothing."

Burrog shook his head, guessing Palmer would be told all this when he went to the Bureau of Order tomorrow.

"call……"

Palmer let out a long breath. With the outsider, Boluoge, Vossilin can still remain normal. That is to say, he must be with Burlogo and avoid being alone with Vossilin.

After hollowing out his head, Palmer knew what to talk about next.

"Bologo, did the ceremony go well when you were promoted to the power bearer?"

Bologo recalled his exploration of the ether world, he nodded decisively, and said.

"Very well, after all, I am an undead."

Palmer was silent for a moment, then slapped his thigh angrily, "I shouldn't have asked you!"

"What's the matter?" Burlogo didn't expect Palmer to be curious about such a thing.

"I... I'm going to prepare for the promotion ceremony."

Palmer told Burlogo what he had been busy with during this time.

"The Clakes family has provided me with resources, and I will be promoted to the negative power in the next time."

Burlog nodded, "Congratulations."

"Congratulations for what!"

Palmer looked extremely anxious, "I'm a debtor and an unlucky ghost. Maybe I won't be able to get off the ceremony stage."

"Relax, at least since I've known you, you've had a lot of luck," Burrog comforted.

Palmer slumped down on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he said again.

"Then during my next preparation time, you will have to act alone."

Burrog nodded. He had long been used to walking alone.

　Yesterday when I moved something, my finger was smashed, and now it is red and swollen, and it hurts to death when typing, misfortunes never come singly! ! !

　
(End of this chapter)