endless debt

"Well, that's why I don't like living in a reclamation house."

Palmer looked at the staff coming and going in the court room. Everyone acted vigorously and solemnly, as if they were carrying some kind of important mission. Looking up, the time was one o'clock in the morning.

"Does it feel like sleeping in company?" asked Burlogo, who was on the sidelines.

"Almost, if you say it too much, it's like sleeping under the workstation. If someone calls you, you have to get up immediately." Palmer's stomach is full of complaints.

"It wasn't that busy before, but now it's an extraordinary period. There is no way to work a little more."

The voice came from behind the two, and Burlogo turned his head. It was Hart in his pajamas, holding a large bucket of French fries in his hand, eating as he walked.

Palmer asked, "Supper?"

"Want some?"

Palmer was not polite, and grabbed a handful with his hand, then leaned against the wall, and while clicking, he looked at the busy staff in the courtyard.

"Wait a minute, Hart."

Palmer suddenly realized something, turned his head and looked at Hart again, "Why are you wearing pajamas?"

"Why can't I wear pajamas?"

Palmer thought for a while, "Don't you already have a layer of fur? Then aren't you wearing pajamas in pajamas now?"

"Huh? What are you thinking?" Hart retorted, "Then I'm naked without my pajamas?"

"But you have a coat of fur?"

"what?"

Listening to the boring and somewhat mentally handicapped debate between the two, Bologo felt an unknown sense of exhaustion for a while, and didn't know whether to lament their childishness or not to forget their original intentions.

"Extreme times? Has the Bureau of Order declared a state of emergency?" Burlogo interrupted.

"Almost, it's just that it hasn't been officially released yet."

Hart swallowed the french fries at the corner of his mouth, and became serious, "All strongholds and outposts in the Rhineland Alliance have entered a state of martial law, and the extraordinary families closely connected with the Bureau of Order are also cooperating with the Bureau of Order's actions. The alliance is being put back together."

"The Night Clan wandering around the country is being wiped out little by little, but no matter how hard we try, there will always be a small number that cannot be eradicated."

Burrog noticed this and asked, "Anything?"

"Well... how should I put it, although the Bureau of Order has now united the extraordinary forces in the territory, but some of them do not belong to us and do not obey our orders."

Hart's expression became serious, "This is a problem left over from our history. It has not been fully resolved since the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, and it has been delayed until now."

As the heir of the Crakes family, Palmer asked keenly, "The group of secrets?"

Hart nodded affirmatively, "Yes."

The group of secrets.

For Bologo, this is a force that is both unfamiliar and familiar. He can often learn about their existence in the conversations of others, but in his daily work, Bologo has never had any contact with the secret group. any contact.

The existence of the Legion of Mysteries can be traced back to the period of the Scorched Earth Wrath. In order to fight against the advancing Kogadel Empire, the countries in the north united together and formed the closely linked Rhine Alliance to unite with them Yes, there are also extraordinary forces in the territory, and everyone together formed the prototype of the Bureau of Order.

But not everyone would choose to unite. Some extraordinary forces refused to join the Bureau of Order, and the Bureau of Order did not force them to intervene by force. After lengthy negotiations, they were allowed a high degree of autonomy in their territory.

In the days that followed, the outline of the Bureau of Order gradually became clear, and it became a huge thing that could fight against the king's secret sword. Perhaps it was dangerous for its own existence. These dissociated independent forces gathered together to form a hidden world. The Group of Secrets is also the only extraordinary force in the Rhineland Alliance that is not under the control of the Bureau of Order.

"They are true hermits. No matter how the world changes, they choose to stay in their own one-third of an acre of land, motionless, like spectators of the world, and participants like us."

Palmer said of his concerns, "It's fine if they continue to keep quiet and get along well, as long as they have other things on their minds."

Burlogo didn't answer right away, "What do you mean?"

"We suspect that the activity of the night clan in the territory may be related to the group of secrets," Hart said frankly, "otherwise, under our strict control, where can these continuous night clan come from and who are they protected by? ?”

Burlogo realized the seriousness of the situation, "This is a very serious accusation."

"So until we have conclusive evidence, we're holding back," Hart said.

Burrog thought, "The Group of Mysteries colluded with the Night Clan? Do you think this is possible?"

Hart didn't answer, but looked to Palmer for an explanation.

Palmer coughed twice, and said solemnly, "In your opinion, is there any difference between a sublimator and a mortal, Boluogo?"

Facing this sudden question, Bologo shook his head, "In my opinion, Sublimation is just a special type of arms evolved from mortals, a handy tool."

"Very well, everyone in the Bureau of Order basically thinks so. We are human beings, not some kind of noble existence higher than human beings. In other words, everyone is equal." Palmer stuffed another potato Putting the strip into his mouth, he was like ADHD and couldn't stop at all.

"I have dealt with the Mysteries Group a few times. They are a group of extremely arrogant guys. They are proud of themselves as sublimation ones, and they feel that they are a more noble existence than human beings."

"Like another form of Night Clan?" Burrog quickly realized the key.

"Almost, they are the radicals among the sublimation people. They think that the sublimation people should not hide under the world, but stand upright in the sun. Relying on extraordinary power, the sublimation people can create a greater world." new era."

Palmer's voice sank, "But we all know that resources are limited, and not everyone can become a Sublimator, so what about ordinary people?"

"This is where the contradiction between the Bureau of Order and the Group of Secrets lies. Everyone is different from the most basic concepts, but they are all in the Rhine Alliance, and they are forcibly put together," Hart added, " We have disliked each other for many years, but we have been living in peace, but with the development of recent events, many hidden contradictions have been highlighted and become more acute."

Burrog didn't speak, and he recalled the plans he had thought about before.

Close the gate of origin, prevent the ether world from reuniting with the material world, so as to completely exile the devil.

This is indeed a good plan, but the resistance to implementing this plan will be much greater than Burlogo imagined, which means completely cutting off the superhuman.

Once there is any possibility of this plan, once it is known to others, all the sublimation forces that rely on ether will regard Burogo as an endless enemy.

The devil just plunders the soul and brings continuous turmoil to the world, but cutting off the extraordinary means that these existences that are high above and beyond ordinary people must be returned to the ordinary.

No one could bear to be cut off from the possibility of the transcendent...not even Burrog himself.

Everyone in the Immortal Club, myself, and Aimu.

Everyone relies on the vested interests of the ether, and cutting off the extraordinary is tantamount to killing everyone.

"Do you think the Legion of Mysteries is our enemy?" Palmer asked.

"I don't know," Bologo shook his head, and then added, "but I know that if you want to unite all forces, you must first silence those opposing voices."

"Don't worry, this is not something we should worry about, let the guys above have a headache slowly." Hart comforted.

Boluoge took a long breath, this is really not something he should worry about, he is good at swords, not strategy.

Palmer grabbed another handful of chips from Hart's bucket, then called out to the two, "Good night!"

"Good night."

"Good night."

After saying goodbye to each other, Palmer disappeared at the end of the corridor. Burrog glanced at Hart, and seeing that he didn't intend to go back to sleep, he asked.

"Are you going to be on duty tonight? Don't go back yet."

"I'm going to go to Freya," Hart spread his hands helplessly, "it feels like taking care of a child."

"Is it overtime?"

"It counts as overtime."

"That's not bad."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Hart waved at Bologo, and disappeared from sight through the court room. Bologo stood there for a while, then turned his head and walked towards his room.

Due to the extensibility of the reclamation room, the staff dormitory is not as closed as imagined, but very spacious. They arranged a standard single room for Bologo, with all the necessary daily necessities, and even the uniform of Bologo. Several sets, opened the refrigerator, and even set aside a bottle of orange juice for Bologna.

Bologo's interests and hobbies are not complicated, and with a little effort, it is easy to please him.

Seeing this, Boluogo couldn't help but smile, and then lay down on the bed. Normally Boluogo could fall asleep easily, but this time, no matter how hard he closed his eyes, he could never fall asleep completely.

It may be that the sleeping environment has changed, or it may be that too many things happened today, one after another, completely numb.

It could also be...

"The group of secrets."

Bologo whispered a slightly unfamiliar vocabulary, and after other people's explanations, Bologo already had a general understanding of this mysterious existence.

What the Group of Mysteries wants is a brand new class, beyond power and wealth, beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Extraordinary class.

If the Night Clan once wanted to create an eternal night empire that would never rise again, then what these radical groups of mysteries desire is the gap between gods and humans.

"Like a kind of hateful reincarnation, the Sublimation Destroyer defeated the Night Clan, but after victory, the Desublimation Destroyer became a new Night Clan."

Burrog thought, and fell into a drowsy sleep.