Endless Debt.

The stone pillars surround the courtyard, creating a huge space as if supporting the sky and the earth. Stairs and hanging corridors are interlaced. Run at high speed.

This is not the first time that Ossana has dealt with the Bureau of Order. She had negotiated with the Bureau of Order as early as when she surpassed her siblings, and even surpassed her father's generation, to inherit the honor of the duke.

The true rulers of the Rhine Alliance came in the dark, confirmed the overlap of power with their new Duke, and then left silently before sunrise.

The Order Bureau, the mysterious Order Bureau, even if they live in the same land, Ossana's understanding of them is limited to books and legends.

Before coming, Osana tried to imagine all kinds of possibilities in her mind, trying to build a clear image of these mysterious people in her mind, but those images fell apart after arriving in the reclining room.

Without the need to observe carefully with her eyes, Osana could feel the weight and power of the Kenshi just by relying on the sensitivity of her etheric perception. After decades of management, the Bureau of Order has built this place into a fortress.

Ossana lamented the technological innovation of the Bureau of Order. Since the unity and division during Scorched Earth Wrath, the Bureau of Order has developed rapidly, while the Group of Secrets has stagnated. She always feels that they, a group of conservative nobles, will sooner or later was eliminated.

"But so."

A voice rang out, and he complained in a low voice, "These people from the Bureau of Order completely violate tradition. What do they mean?"

Osana turned her head to the side, only to hear Rolf continue to say, "These bastards have desecrated the sanctity of the Sublimator."

"Quiet, Rolf, we are guests."

Ossana's voice became severe. Facing Ossana's scolding, Rolf obediently shut his mouth, but his eyes continued to wander around, showing disdain to every employee who was looking at him.

After telling Rolf to be honest, Ossana sighed helplessly.

All members of the Group of Secrets are ancient extraordinary nobles. When facing the invitation of the Bureau of Order, they all chose their ancient honors and refused to integrate into this huge alliance.

At first, the Group of Secrets could occupy a certain leading position by virtue of ancient knowledge, but with the changes of the times, the development speed of the Bureau of Order surpassed their imagination, and now it has completely crushed the Group of Secrets.

The Bureau of Order seldom cares about the Group of Secrets, as long as they maintain stability in the territory of the Rhineland Alliance, the Bureau of Order will not have any opinion on them.

Osana knew that this was not a concession from the Bureau of Order to the Secret Group, but that the Secret Group had no use value to the Bureau of Order.

Osana came here just for this trip.

"How long do they want us to wait?" said another man, whose name was Soti.

Ossana took a deep breath, silently clenched her fists, and said in a low voice, "Quiet, don't make me talk nonsense."

Several people looked at each other, even if they were unwilling, they still kept their mouths shut.

They are a group of bastards who are proud of their ancient noble status, but Ossana is more noble than them, and they can only submit to authority.

After complaining, they remained silent and glanced silently at the staff around them. The staff had long heard of the difficulties of the Mysteries Group, and directly ignored their superior gaze.

Compared with those complicated historical factors, there is a simple and straightforward reason that can explain the relationship between the Secret Group and the Bureau of Order.

City people look at country people.

The Bureau of Order is redneck.

Rolf and Soti were complaining, and so were the staff.

"Every time I negotiate with the secret group, I want to apply for work-related injury." A staff member whispered.

"Did they beat you?" another asked.

"No, I just feel disgusted talking to them," said the staff member. "I've never seen such an arrogant person. It's been a long time. They are still hiding in secret, claiming to be extraordinary nobles. Look at their body Clothes, isn't it uncomfortable to wear?"

"I've read in books that people reject modernization and feel superior by keeping their own old traditions."

"This is quite apt to describe them, taking their own glory as everything."

"No, the essence is that they are afraid of change. They are afraid that the change of the world will take away everything they have. They are afraid of accepting new ideas and new worlds. They cling to the so-called glory to comfort themselves."

The staff's whispers could not escape Ossana's ears. Her expression was calm and undisturbed, until the elevator door opened and a staff strode towards Ossana.

Ossana didn't know his name or his position, but she could feel the faint ether that was deliberately released from the man.

Defender.

"Hello, I'm Holt, the leader of the fourth team."

Holt briefly introduced himself and extended his hand to Osana.

"Osana, one of the four dukes of the Order of Secrets."

Ossana nodded slightly, and held hands with Holt. After a brief gesture of etiquette, Holt turned his head and walked quickly, and raised his hand to signal Ossana to follow him.

Holt said without turning his head, "The timing of your visit is not coincidental. It stands to reason that we will arrange accommodation for you and meet again the next day."

Ossana followed suit, "I value this meeting and don't want to waste any time."

Holt glanced slightly sideways and took another look at Osana, "You are a little different from the group of secrets in my impression."

"What?" Ossana smiled, "Not so arrogant?"

"Basically, you are one of the rare people who can show a little humility. As for the others... it's really annoying."

Holt commented unceremoniously on the group of secrets, "In your own territory, you are not only extraordinary nobles, but also kings."

Ossana maintained a stiff smile. She knew that there must be a series of accusations against the Mysteries Group next. The mistakes made by her predecessors had happened to her now, and she had no way to defend herself.

Holt asked casually, "What do you want when you come here this time?"

"I need to see Nethaniel." Osana said firmly.

"Okay, okay, in fact, you can guess something without asking... Are you a reformer in the group of secrets?" Holt said to himself.

"Ah."

Ossana responded helplessly.

Holt laughed, "You want to change the decaying group of secrets, relying on your own strength? This is too difficult."

"So I came to seek help from the Order Bureau."

"Let the Bureau of Order help you resolve those objections? You know the contract, we will not interfere with each other, let alone force assistance."

Holt saw it clearly, and he continued, "Besides, the Mysteries Group has been on top for too long, so long that your rotten glory has produced inertia. This is no longer a problem that can be solved by killing a few people."

Osana stopped, "I just want to avoid the darkest future."

Holt stood there hesitating for a while, looking at Ossana repeatedly, his sharp eyes cut her body like a knife, engraving every inch of her skin with dense cracks and blood marks.

"Night Clan?" Holt asked tentatively.

Osana said nothing, just looked at Holt coldly.

"Ok."

Holt released his own ether, this action made Rolf and Soti immediately vigilant, and when they noticed Holt's high-pitched defender power, they realized that their vigilance was meaningless.

The ether distorted the surrounding matter, and Holt extended his hand gracefully, as if inviting Ossana to dance. Ossana hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her hand and placed it on Holt's palm.

"You have very high authority in the reclamation room?"

Osana noticed the twists and turns of the surrounding paths, and Kenshi was transporting them to an unknown location.

"Probably," Holt said.

"But you're just a defender."

Ossana knew that in the group of secrets, the defender might be regarded as a high-ranking figure, but in the Bureau of Order, the defender was just a sharper blade.

This is the fundamental difference between the Group of Secrets and the Bureau of Order. One regards the extraordinary as a unique power possessed by the noble class, while the other only regards it as a tool.Therefore, the bureau of order is developing rapidly, the iteration speed of the alchemy matrix is ​​amazing, and the group of secrets has entered decay and needs to be changed.

"Yes, I'm just a defender," Holt said nonchalantly, "but my transformation ceremony will be held soon. They just handed over the authority of the Glory to me in advance."

Seeing Ossana's shocked expression, Holt's ether gathered, the winding path swallowed the two of them, and disappeared directly on the spot.

Rolfo and Soti looked at each other, their own Duke ran away with others, looking at the many staff around them, they didn't know what to do for a while, and even their arrogance weakened a bit.

In a certain darkness in the reclining room, Ossana opened her eyes, a ray of light fell in the cloudy shadows, and she saw clearly the vague figure sitting in the darkness.

"Welcome, Duke Osana of the Order of Mysteries."

A rich voice sounded, and then he stood up, his vague outline appearing extremely tall.

"I think it was here that I finalized the contract with your father."

Nathaniel stepped out of the shadows. He looked much worse than before, as if time had finally caught up with him.

Osana saluted Nethaniel and then stated the purpose of her visit.

"The group of secrets needs a reform to completely destroy this so-called extraordinary noble."

Nethaniel was not surprised by this, but whispered, "This will be a civil war."

"There is always a price to pay for scraping away sepsis."

Ossana's gaze was determined.

After summoning the room, Holt's figure receded silently, leaving only Ossana and Nethaniel, and there was a burst of chill all around, as if a cold wind was constantly blowing.

Nethaniel raised his hand to signal, and then Onasa felt a pair of big hands pressing on his shoulders, forcing him to sit down, and a chair firmly caught her in the darkness.

"A duke has come in person. It seems that the situation within the Secret Group has deteriorated to a certain extent." There was a hint of ridicule in Nathaniel's words.

Ossana couldn't help sighing, "Self-enclosure and monopoly of power have caused serious internal rot. I long for a reform to save the group of secrets, but radicals regard me as a sworn enemy."

"This is natural. Although there are not many connections between the Bureau of Order and the secret group, I know very well what the group of radicals inside you are thinking... I guess they want to break the contract and come to the world, right?" Nethaniel shook his head helplessly as he spoke, "The Desublimator is an existence beyond human beings, so he should rule this land openly. I am tired of hearing similar words."

"Desublimables are indeed existences beyond human beings, and they should guide the progress of human civilization." Ossana couldn't help but refute.

Nathaniel glanced at her with disappointment, "I thought you were different from other old-fashioned guys and wouldn't hold the idea that the Sublime One is supreme."

"But this is an indisputable fact. Sublimation people are stronger than humans."

Osana's voice turned weak, as if giving in to Nathaniel, "I do think so, but I'm not as extreme as the radicals."

"extreme……"

Nethaniel savored the word, then put it to the back of his mind, "Let's talk about some important things first."

"contract……"

As soon as Osana finished speaking, she was interrupted by Nathaniel.

"No, no, I don't mean the contract. It's not important right now."

Nathaniel's eyes sharpened, and Osana's heart couldn't help but feel like she was being stared at by some terrible weirdness.

"What I want to know is, Night Clan."

Nethaniel asked, "Is the night clan's activity in the territory related to your secret group?"

"Nothing," Ossana replied forcefully. "It's a very serious allegation."

"Are you sure? Those extremists in the Mysteries Group really won't cooperate with the Night Clan?"

Nethaniel spoke softly, "Since the time of Scorched Earth's Wrath, the differences between us have never been eliminated. We think that the Sublimation is just a powerful mortal, but you think that the Sublimation is beyond human Existence... the Yezu also think so."

Ossana took a deep breath. After controlling her emotions, she said, "Deputy Director Nethaniel, the purpose of my visit to the Bureau of Order this time is not to accept your trial, but to discuss the continuation of the contract."

"Should we continue to fulfill the contract and not interfere with each other, or..."

"What else? Tear up the contract and start a war with the Bureau of Order?" Nethaniel was very aggressive today, and he said nonchalantly, "Do you think the current group of secrets is capable of fighting the Bureau of Order?"

Ossana said without changing her face, "Even if you don't have the ability, it will be a big trouble for the Bureau of Order. You won't like this choice."

"Then I guess, if you continue to perform the contract, you should put forward a lot of conditions that make me unhappy."

Nethaniel observed Ossana's micro-expression, and he knew he had guessed right.

"With the advancement of science and technology and the development of productivity, your conservative aristocratic ideas are no longer feasible. The area originally divided by the Order Bureau and you negotiated can no longer accommodate your development. You need more land and more land. A lot of power. Am I right?"

Ossana was silent for a while, then nodded helplessly.

"Then this meeting, the four dukes should have come to see me together, why are you the only one?"

Nethaniel continued, "I think the remaining three dukes should be what you and I call radicals, and you are here to seek help and mediate this potential crisis."

Osana knew that Nathaniel had seen through everything, so she did not hide anything and spoke.

"The pressure within the group of secrets is increasing. There are more and more so-called noble bloodlines. Even the homeless on the street can find prominent names one after another by following the bloodlines. If only these are not enough The problem is that the closed and conservative backward thinking has severely restricted the development of the secret group, and even the alchemy matrix, which we are most proud of, has gradually fallen behind."

"The radicals are eager to expand outward, but this is undoubtedly a violation of the contract and they know it."

Ossana said wearily, "They're looking for war, and I'm trying to stop it."

"One question, why do the radicals think that fighting abroad can solve the current problem? Do they think they have the ability to fight against the Bureau of Order?"

Nethaniel asked a crucial question.

"Or is there some external force that is influencing them, making them feel that they can fight against the Bureau of Order?"

Osana was speechless, and Nathaniel waved goodbye to her.

"Get some rest first, guest. We have plenty of time to discuss this next."

The darkness quickly dissipated, and when the vision returned, Osana was back in the courtyard, exactly where she had just disappeared.

She was very confused about the uncertain future, but tonight, she was not the only one who was equally confused.

Boluogo opened his eyes and finally fell asleep, but he woke up soon after and looked at the time. It was still a long time before dawn.

A nameless sense of irritability rose in Burlogo's heart.

"The Soulless is an excellent container, big enough to hold many odd-shaped things."

Boluogo closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Through Saqin's memory, Bologo can be sure that he himself is a soulless person, and the soul that fills him comes from King Solomon.

The lost soul is thrown from the material world into the void boundary of the etheric world, and then obtains the coordinates of another world.

The memory in Boluogo's mind is the coordinates of the world. Once the devil completely obtains himself, it also completely obtains the coordinates of the world.

The material world will not be freed from the hands of the devil, but will cause another world to fall into the same disaster.

Burrogo didn't know what King Solomon wanted to do?He didn't even know what to do with the deal with Leviathan back then.

Is the soul really necessary for the self, the soulless?
What if I lost all my soul?
There were too many problems that he couldn't figure out, and Boluogo no longer chose to internalize himself, but looked for the simplest and most straightforward solution.

Sitting up, Burlogo picked up the paper on the bedside table. It was an application document.

Burlogo's application for promotion to baseman's paperwork.