Endless Debt.

"So...that's the end of the matter?"

"No, not yet. From a priority point of view, the most important thing is to open up the secret passage to the sacred city. As for the forge volcano and so on, there will be time to recover later."

"That is to say, you have to go to that ghost place after a while?"

"Almost, according to the data, the imaginary domain of the sacred city is much more terrifying than the ruined area."

"Naturally, this is King Solomon's palace...now it is his tomb? Tomb robber is such a good name."

Burrog picked up the French fries and dipped them in some ketchup, leaned over and leaned aside, "Don't talk about my future work, it's better to talk about you."

"Me? I have nothing to talk about."

Palmer gulped down his drink, flipping through the comic book with a slightly dazed look in his eyes.

"How is your preparation for the promotion ceremony?"

"It's almost complete. As long as I drink the alchemy potion for a few more days, my physical condition will almost be adjusted to a perfect posture."

At these mentions, Palmer closed the comic book and let out a long sigh.

"What's the matter?" Bologo asked, "Is there any difficulty in the promotion ceremony? Do you need my help?"

Ever since Bologo successfully explored the etheric world, one huge device after another has been set up in the "garden" built by Mamo. In Mamo's words, the number of times Bologo can be promoted in his lifetime is limited, but There are always Sublimators who will be promoted.

Mamo has been trying to get Bologo to participate in the promotion ceremony of the sublimation person, trying to synchronize Bologo's will with the promotion person. When he completed the sublimation of the soul, Bologo borrowed his credentials, Dive into the etheric realm.

"Me? I don't want to be your experiment."

Palmer shook his head vigorously, and then said with a dejected look, "I just suddenly feel like I've grown up."

Burrog said, "Growing up? I thought you got used to this kind of growing up after you fully accepted Vociline."

"No, no, there are many kinds of feelings of 'growing up'. For me, Woxilin is like a kind of... a kind of... a kind of emotional growth. I am no longer a twisted Instead of being Ba’s little child, you’re responsible for someone else’s life.”

Palmer took another gulp and belched loudly.

"And the growth brought about by the promotion ceremony is another feeling."

"for example?"

"For example... For example, what was our job before? It was just maintaining law and order, beating up local hooligans and the like, and being more serious, it was dealing with extraordinary conflicts."

Palmer paused, and continued, "As our strength grows, we will also face more and more critical events, and these events will involve many things."

Burrogo asked, "From an unknown kid to a big man over the city, and over the world?"

"It's about the same, but I'm not that proud. I feel that if I become a negative person, I will be like a big shot," Palmer sighed, "It's just that I suddenly feel tired. With the promotion of the rank, we have to face The incident is no longer as simple as endangering a street or a city.

This will involve regional, national, and even world-class crises. "

Palmer said, completely sprawled on the bar, with his hands in his hair, messing up his hairstyle into a chicken coop.

"My every move will determine the life and death of many people. I don't even know those people. Just thinking about it makes me feel tired. I miss the days when it was just about maintaining law and order."

"Responsibility, Palmer, this is... eh? Social responsibility." Burlogo patted Palmer on the shoulder.

"Probably." Palmer turned his head sideways. "What about you? Burrog, don't you have any pressure?"

In Palmer's eyes, Burlogo is like an iron man. He almost never shows his vulnerable side, and always has an iron-blooded and tough attitude. Many times, Palmer almost forgets that this guy is also soft and fleshy. It's done.

"Of course I'm stressed too."

Burrogo nodded, "But I know that no one else can help me with this kind of thing except myself."

"So you like to keep silent and hide all your troubles," Palmer smiled. "Burogo, you are kind of like... kind of, oh! I remember!"

Palmer concluded, "Munsoo, huh?"

Burrogo said helplessly, "I would rather you describe me as restrained."

"Restraint, restraint, won't you get sick from holding back?"

"Kind of, so I'll blow off steam at work."

"No wonder you're such a violent man."

There were only the two of them in the Undead Club, and the voice of the conversation gradually became subdued, making the atmosphere extremely lonely.

"How's he doing while I'm away?" Burlogo tried to find something to talk about.

"Who?"

Alcohol has poisoned Palmer's nerves, and without a clear name, Palmer has no idea who Burlogo is referring to.

"York, that priest, the intern we left in Greystone Town, is he alright?" Burrog explained patiently.

After the Greystone incident, after many careful considerations, Burlogo finally chose to let York join the special operations team as an intern.

It's just that due to his busy schedule, after Bologo explained these things, he participated in the infiltration operation in the ruins area, and he didn't have time to understand the follow-up of the matter.

"Oh, oh, York."

Palmer raised his head from the bar, blinked his eyes vigorously, trying to recall, and after about half a minute, he slowly opened his mouth.

"York's identity is a bit special, not to mention that his identity has become more sensitive during this period of the rise of the Night Clan."

Burrogo knew what Palmer was referring to. York was a Night Clan, and it was very likely that he was endowed with the blood of the regent.

For the Yezu people, blood has many strange abilities.

Because of York's identity, the Bureau of Order was very worried that he would be influenced by the regent, and as an unstable factor, he would explode someday in the future.

For this reason, York could only exist as an intern for a long time, and his understanding of the Bureau of Order was also strictly controlled.

On the one hand, the Bureau of Order is afraid that York will be used by the Regent, and on the other hand, the Bureau of Order also wants to use York to see if they can detect the traces of the Regent.

After all, the last time the regent appeared directly in the city of oath, Opus, and even fought against Burrog.

"But all that aside, he's doing a decent job."

In the days when Bologo was away, Palmer's team was in charge of York's related affairs, "With his prestige, it is not difficult to manage Greystone Town, and what he has to do is similar to usual. Well-meaning stranger."

Palmer thought for a moment, then said, "The only thing that bothers me is the chain."

"A thorn-bound pain lock?"

"Well, after a certain amount of research, the sublimation furnace core returned the contract item to York. Although it was York's weapon, I always feel uneasy," Palmer said again, "at least There's nothing wrong now."

The Night Clan and Scarlet Sect became more and more active around the city of oath, Opus. For this reason, the Greystone Rift Valley, which can directly reach the Abandoned Land, has become a key arterial route.

On the surface, York is building it into a fortress little by little by virtue of his own influence. Secretly, the Bureau of Order is also dispatching a steady stream of forces to strengthen it from the inside of the abandoned place.

But all of this is based on ideal conditions.

As Bologo brought Freya back, the ruined area returned to the Bureau of Order's vision. Suddenly, the manpower shortage in the Bureau of Order became more serious. It is very important, and it makes the staff tired.

Fortunately, these have nothing to do with Burogo et al.

"Any news from Olivia?"

Burrog asked again, and while he was asking, he glanced at the stairwell, and Burrog always felt that as soon as he talked about Olivia, Serley would jump out of the shadows.

"No."

Palmer shook his head, "We searched several times, but we couldn't find her."

"She should still be in this city. Now that the Night Clan is rising and the Regent holds supreme power, only this place can protect her," Bologo said, looking at the stairwell again, "and only here, with Those who are willing to protect her."

Palmer knew that Burlogo meant something, just thinking of the guy who had high hopes, it was difficult for Palmer to have high hopes for him.

"Oh, by the way, and one more thing, Bologo."

Palmer remembered a big event, but compared with many things at the moment, this big event seemed so insignificant that he almost forgot it.

Under Burrog's puzzled gaze, Palmer said, "Not long after you sneaked into the ruins, there was news from the Crow's Nest that there was a rebellion in the Kogadel Empire."

"Rebellion?"

Bologo didn't think this matter was serious. During the Scorched Earth's Wrath, the Kogadel Empire firmly integrated the broken territories and ruled those scattered forces with absolute force, although they had a high degree of concentration The will, but the internal power is full of differences.

Rebellion is not a rare thing in the Kogadel Empire. It will happen almost every once in a while, and then it will be strongly suppressed by the king's secret sword.

The opposite is the Rhineland League, which has been a slightly loose alliance from the very beginning. Only when there is too much external pressure, will they be united together. Even if the Bureau of Order was born, there is still Many dissociated forces, such as the secret group organizations formed by these dissociated forces.

Although it does not have the highly concentrated power of the Kogadel Empire, at least the territory of the Rhine Alliance is very stable, and the forces of all parties maintain a certain tacit understanding.

"This rebellion is different from previous rebellions," Palmer said. "During this rebellion, Crow's Nest found traces of the king's shield guards."

Burrogo's eyes immediately became serious, "Has Xilin finally lost his patience?"

"Crownest reckons this is just the beginning."

Thinking of the chaotic future, Palmer felt a headache, "Remember those silver knights?"

Burlog nodded, those knight puppets had caused Burlog a lot of trouble.

"During the rebellion, these silver knights reappeared," Palmer continued, "that is to say, the third seat who disappeared during the Plague of Decay did not die, and he joined Xilin."

"Sounds like these things are good for us," said Borrogo. "Cyrin is back in the Korgadel Empire to fight against the corrupt kingship."

"Yes, at least for a period of time, the Kogadel Empire will not hinder us, so we have time and energy to deal with the rise of the Night Clan."

Palmer let out a long sigh, and said involuntarily, "The year of turmoil is coming, Bolog, don't you feel afraid?"

"No, have you forgotten? I have already experienced such a turbulent year once."

Burrog replied with a smile, "It couldn't be worse than Scorched Fury, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case," Palmer said. "Now that the alchemy matrix has been iterated so many times, the intensity of the war is no longer what it was a few decades ago."

"It's the same with me," said Burrog optimistically. "I was just a mortal back then, but now I'm an undead, a power bearer, and there are too many things I can do."

Palmer didn't know how to answer Burlogo's words for a while, and finally he said a little weakly, "Oh, I am different from people like you. I have no ambitions and no strong desires. If you have to say that I If there is any strong desire, I just want to live a peaceful life."

"I don't even understand what's the point of gaining such a powerful force." Palmer was puzzled.

"You need to change your mind to understand all of this, Palmer," Burlogo leaned over gently and put his arm around Palmer's shoulders, "Troubled years are inevitable, that is to say, in a short period of time , you can’t live a stable life.”

"But as long as you have enough strength."

Bologo said and clenched his fist in front of Palmer, "As long as you have strength, you can end the turbulent years as soon as possible and live the life you want to live."

"My thinking is a bit extreme. I think that whether it is a lofty ideal or a mediocre wish, the premise of everything is that you have the force, absolute force, to defend it all."

Bologo said, "As long as you have enough force, you will hang over the heads of the world like a mighty power, adjudicating disputes like a dangling sword. If you are still undead, under your rule, the world may be for eternal peace."

Palmer's gaze was a little dull, and then his body shook violently as if he had caught a cold.

"Wow, Bologo, your speech is really villainous." Palmer said as he opened the comic book, revealing the villain's page.

Bologo said indifferently, "They are already debtors. I never thought that I would be a decent person."

"Don't think about that, if you're not motivated by the lofty idea of ​​'for all mankind', just lower it."

Burrog said softly, "How about for Vossilin?"

Palmer fell down again, and it took a long time before he let out a helpless sigh.

Burrog just sat aside and smiled. He knew that there were not many paranoid guys like himself. What really made up this world were people like Palmer, ordinary people with no great ambitions or strong desires.