Endless Debt.

In the early morning, the hazy sunlight poured into the room through the curtains, and Bologo opened his eyes. After relaxing for a while, he sat up from the bed, made breakfast, washed, and dressed... Even if today is a rest day, Burlogo’s life matters It still fits perfectly, like a machine that runs with precision.

Opening the curtains of the living room, the bright sunlight poured into the room in an instant. For a while, Burrogo couldn't open his eyes. After getting used to it for a while, he sat on the sofa with the dinner plate in his hand. After breakfast, a few minutes later, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Palmer rushed into the toilet with a listless face.

Palmer is adjusting his schedule. In addition to swallowing melatonin and other things at night, he will also pour himself a few sips of water, so that when the morning comes, he will force the machine to turn on in bed due to the physiological discomfort of his bladder. .

He has been living like this for a while, and Palmer's work and rest have also improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. The only thing to worry about is that his urinary system may have some problems, but Burlogo feels that, as a Those in power, Palmer should not be so vulnerable.

Those in power... That's right, a month ago, when Burlogo, Holt, and many others were in full swing in the Abandoned Land, Palmer was safely performing the promotion ceremony in the sublimation furnace core.

Palmer's shit luck worked, and there were no accidents in the whole process. He was promoted smoothly all the way. In the follow-up observation, his performance was also very good. The only thing that can be regarded as abnormal, It was Palmer who consumed a lot of calories during the ceremony. Afterwards, he ate a three-person meal to get full.

In this regard, Burlogo can't help but lament Palmer's good luck.

After a burst of intense water flow, there was a long and soothing sigh. Palmer pushed open the door, swayed, and fell to the other end of the sofa.

His body is awake, but his mind is still muddled.

Borrog was used to this kind of schedule, he put the scrambled egg in the slice of bread, and bit off a corner.

Palmer woke up slowly, sat up straight, picked up the breakfast that Bologo had prepared for him, and ate it without any hesitation.

In the silence, only the chewing of the two remained.

After a while, Palmer asked, "Do you have any plans for today?"

"Go out, take a walk, other than that, nothing," Burrog said.

"Sounds like a retired old man..."

"Actually, in terms of age, I'm indeed a retired old man," Bologo swallowed the food and asked, "What about you? I'm on vacation, so you shouldn't have it?"

In order to commend the bravery of the staff in the abandoned land, the Bureau of Order held a short commendation meeting shortly after the end of the operation, followed by the distribution of bonuses and holiday arrangements.

Without affecting the dominance of the Bureau of Order, the various action teams involved in the operation began to take vacations in rotation. It stands to reason that, as a member of the special action team, Palmer should enjoy this treatment even though he did nothing.

"Damn Vaughn."

Palmer called his father by his first name without politeness, leaned back, and fell directly into the sofa.

When Fu En got out of the abandoned land in blood, he found that his eldest son had eaten three single meals in a row, and was hiccupping.

That's really annoying.

To put it simply, Palmer was requisitioned by his father. With the emergence of the regent, the huge disobedient royal family is also eyeing. Actively participated in a series of actions.

The gust of wind poured out from the high ground of the wind source, and swept across the territory of the Rhineland Alliance, which greatly relieved the pressure on the Bureau of Order. In addition to the Clarks family, many extraordinary families who maintained close ties with the Bureau of Order also chose to invest in In this frenzy.

There were no signs of war in the decision room, but everyone knew it was coming, and many staffers privately referred to this unsettling period.

The eve of the war.

After complaining, Palmer picked up the remaining half slice of bread, wiped the jam off the plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "You have participated in the Scorched Rage, as a veteran, if you really If war breaks out, how big do you think it will be?"

Hearing this question, Burlogo thought deeply. Instead of answering immediately, he threw Palmer a newspaper.

"The idea of ​​the Bureau of Order has always been to isolate the extraordinary from the world, but you and I both know that Sublimation is born based on the world. Our food, clothing, housing, transportation, military research, and logistical maintenance... all need to be carried out by mortals.

In my opinion, sublimation people are not special, they are not some kind of 'nobles' who surpass mortals like the night clan.

Sublimation is a soldier, just like the army, navy, and air force, Sublimation is just a more special type of arms. "

Bologo sighed helplessly, "The concept of isolation from the extraordinary and the world implemented by the Bureau of Order is indeed a good idea in an era of peace. Everyone lives in their own way without interfering with each other, but in the era of war, this false The isolation will collapse in an instant.”

Palmer listened quietly, and only when he talked about this distant story did he realize that Burrog was a ghost who traveled through time.

"War is ruthless, it will not spare anyone, and no one can stay out of it."

Palmer looked at the newspaper in his hand. The headlines of the newspaper were full of politicians attacking each other. He frowned. You must know that there are not so many sharp contents in ordinary newspapers, and these contents are not only limited to the Rhine League, but also Lots of content from the Kojadel Empire.

"War is a simple and complex matter, and its essence is a means to an end."

Burrog walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the hurried pedestrians walking on the street. "Some people think it doesn't matter, and some people think they can stay out of it, but in fact they have been in the battle from the beginning, but they just didn't notice it."

"I guess some ordinary people with a keen sense of smell have noticed that something is wrong with the world's atmosphere." Boluogo smiled, but his smile was extremely stiff.

"Sounds awful..."

Once the war broke out, Palmer estimated that he would not be able to watch new movies for a while. Maybe his favorite rock band would be blown to pieces in an air raid, or maybe he himself would die in the scorched earth.

"Is this the case during Scorched Earth's Wrath?" Palmer couldn't help asking.

"my hometown……"

No sooner had Burlog spoken, some disturbing memories returned, but this time Burlog confronted them.

"I wanted to go back to my hometown to see them before, but I couldn't find them on the map. I guess they were mostly razed during the Scorched Wrath."

Said it was recalling the Sequoia Town, but the destruction of Raymond Gayton also appeared before Burlogo's eyes.

A month has passed, and Burlogo still doesn't know how to deal with this emotion, which is strange and frightening.

"Don't worry too much, Palmer, even if the war breaks out, it shouldn't last long, at least it won't last for several years like the Scorched Earth Fury."

Boluogo consoled him, "The Sublime Ones are terrifying enough. As long as the opponent's Sublime Ones are eliminated, half of the war will be won."

"There will no longer be long trenches, and there will be no months of tug-of-war. There will not be so many people mobilized and killed, and there will be only desperate struggles between Sublimation."

Thinking of this, Bologo was unexpectedly optimistic about the future war situation.

"It's going to be a war of the few."