Endless Debt

Within the Bureau of Order, Nethaniel does not have a fixed office. If he has a place to stay, it would be the mysterious and dark summons room. For most employees, the summons room is as mysterious as the decision-making room, except for the most extreme cases. Except for the few people who can be summoned by Nethaniel, few people know that there is such a place in the Bureau of Order.

Boluogo is one of these very few people, and under Nethaniel's abuse of power, it is more like Nethaniel's private cabin than a summons room.

However, after Bologg was promoted to the Glorious One, when checking his change of power, Bologg unexpectedly discovered that he also had the ability to reach the summons room. In a sense, he was just like Nathaniel. The same level.

Boluogo wasn't sure if this was a hint, but he was under too much pressure at work recently, and he rarely thought about it. He just moved forward slowly along his original plan.

He originally thought that Nethaniel would be waiting for him in the summoning room, but as soon as Boluogo left the Scholars Hall, he met Nethaniel at the corner of the corridor who was resting against the wall.

Nowadays, Nathaniel looks much older, with a few more gray strands in his hair, and deeper wrinkles on his face. Scholars say that the scars of the soul will be reflected on the body. Bologgo guessed that the soul Aging will also affect the body.

Nesanil is old. This is not a description, but an affirmation from his heart. Nesanil feels that he is old and no longer needs to be as strong as before, so the time solidified in him finally begins to flow. , making him possess the vicissitudes of life appropriate to his age.

"Oh, Boluogo, you came at the right time."

Nathaniel waved hello to Boluogo, looking at Boluogo with a faint joy in his eyes.

"Um."

Boluogo nodded slightly and stood next to Nathaniel.

For a while, Nethaniel looked at him in a strange way. In Palmer's words, Nethaniel looked at him very well, very well.

Boluogo can understand this feeling. Ever since he suffered a heavy blow in the Ether Realm, Nethaniel has been worried about the future of the Bureau of Order. He still wants to fight on the front line, but his tired body can no longer support his desire.

Nethaniel had to put down his power and power and hand it over to his successor, but at this moment of change, anyone would inevitably have some doubts about whether the successor could perfectly inherit his power and will.

This sense of uneasiness tortured Nathaniel for a long time, until Bologo returned from the etheric realm and was successfully promoted to the Glorious One. At this moment, Nathaniel seemed to have succeeded in his conspiracy, and his hanging heart could finally be relieved. Came down.

Boluogo asked, "Is there anything important today?"

"It's nothing important," Nathaniel waved his hand, "I have almost made arrangements for the Kogadel Empire. I'm just waiting for the logistics department to catch up."

Nethaniel just stepped back, rather than retired. This time he helped Boluogo share a lot of work pressure.

"I'm looking for you just to care about you. How does it feel to have power?" Nathaniel's smile gradually became strange, "It should be very fascinating."

"No, not obsessed at all."

Boluogo firmly objected. In his eyes, power seemed to be some kind of scourge.

"Why?"

"Power and responsibility are relative. When I think that I am responsible for the lives of so many people, I feel like the weight of a mountain is pressing on me."

Boluogo spoke calmly and frankly, as if he had been preparing this sentence in his heart for a long time.

"Think about it, Deputy Commissioner, look at these people."

Boluogo and Nathaniel walked through the corridor and came to the empty hall. Employees were coming and going, like hard-working worker ants or like a factory assembly line. Everyone had their own things to do and were busy. .

"I can't even remember the names of most of them, but their lives are tied to my hands, and every move I make will determine their fate."

Bologo sighed deeply, "Just like during the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, every time I fired a signal flare to announce the start of a new round of attack, groups of soldiers would jump out of the trenches and die on the way to charge... …

I know that they are soldiers and fighting is their bounden duty, but I still feel guilty that they died because of me, as if as long as I don't fire flares, they can continue to live in the dirty trenches. "

Nathaniel said, “You are a merciful and merciful man.”

"No, how could it be? Are you kidding?" Boluogo retorted, "I'm not merciful, I'm just... just very responsible. They gave their lives to me, and I'm going to use them." I will feel guilty if I waste even the slightest amount of money on something worthwhile.”

Some staff members passing by noticed Boluogo and Nethaniel, and they all cast glances or raised their hands to say hello. Everyone was familiar with these two people who were at the top of the Bureau of Order's power.

"But I know one thing very well. We are all part of this dispute game. In front of this majestic sacred goal, individual will, life and death, are not worth mentioning," Boluogo's voice became colder, " As long as we can win the final victory, the victory of mortals, any sacrifice is acceptable. In fact, if just sacrificing evil people like us can restore the stability of the world, then this price is so cheap that it is simply depressing. Unbelievable.”

Nathaniel nodded gently while listening to Bologo's words. Human nature is complicated, and so is Bologg. On the one hand, he will feel guilty for the death of others, and on the other hand, he will do it for the sake of grandeur. To achieve his goal, he chose to sacrifice without hesitation, even with himself.

"But sometimes just having an awareness is not enough to keep you going."

Nathaniel's tone brought out the experience of an older man. What Bologo experienced was exactly what he had experienced.

"Why?"

“Because our goal is too far-reaching and ambitious. Do you know how many generations of efforts we have spent before this to get here?

Those ancestors were not like us today. They did not witness the exit of the devil, and they did not know the nature of the secret source. They just held on to a belief and moved forward in an almost blind way. "

Nathaniel said quietly, "Some people are like fanatic believers, no matter how difficult and dangerous they are, they will go on firmly. There are also some people who will get lost in this unreachable dream. They don't want to Knowing the truth about the secret source, but also not knowing what the odds are of winning against the devil... Under such circumstances, no matter how strong a person is, they can easily become shaken."

At one time, Nathaniel didn't understand why there were always extreme existences in this world. Later, he gradually realized that perhaps only by driving himself crazy could he continue to stick to his beliefs in a crazy world.

Borrogo recalled the books he had read and gave a clear word, "In the absence of positive feedback, people tend to doubt whether what they are doing is correct, and even doubt whether the cause they are dedicated to has the possibility of success. .”

"I almost couldn't hold on for a while," Nathaniel showed his fragile side and asked, "You didn't expect that, I almost gave up."

Boluogo shook his head, "There's nothing surprising. We are all human beings and have the same thoughts. I have also experienced troughs and despair. It is normal for you to do the same."

After saying that, Boluogo asked tentatively, "Are you because of the current director?"

"Um."

Nathaniel took Boluogo out of the room, and the two stood on the busy street, and the noise was endless.

"It was a bad day for me. I was obviously fighting against the devil, and everything I did was righteous, but instead of giving me warmth, the world took away the few things I loved. "

Turning his head, he looked at Boluogo with his cloudy eyes, "So, when you first joined the job, I paid close attention to you."

The secret war caused Nethaniel to lose his current director and his true love. Since then, the driving force supporting his progress has changed from the great cause of fighting the devil to pure revenge. Nethaniel has also changed from a noble warrior to a A burning evil spirit.

Burlogo guessed, "Because we look alike, right?"

"Yes, but not entirely right."

Nathaniel started walking along the street. He stopped and stopped along the way, observing the streets around him. He was not wandering aimlessly, but looking for a certain place with purpose. Boluogo couldn't help but wonder, Where on earth is he taking himself?

"I'm different from you in the beginning. I did serve as a vengeful evil ghost for a while, but then the anger in my heart was extinguished and filled with something more beautiful."

Nathaniel stopped at the red light and pointed at Boluogo, "And you... I know very well how twisted a person will become when he goes to the extreme of revenge, not to mention, you are still a An immortal."

"In other words, what happened in my first year of employment was also a test for me?"

What happened in the first year, Boluogo's memory is still very clear to this day. He killed his enemies one after another and completed his revenge for Adele. Boluogo still remembers that it was from Nathaniel's hand that he took back Adele's Philosopher's Stone.

"So, it's an assessment of your mental state," Nathaniel smiled, "You have implanted Xilin's alchemy matrix, and everyone has high hopes... I don't want to hand over the future of the Bureau of Order. In the hands of an extremely madman."

"I'm qualified."

"Yes."

Boluogo's pace slowed down and he looked at the people coming and going around him. As the conversation with Nathaniel progressed, a slightly unfamiliar emotion slowly swayed in his heart.

People passed by Boluogo, their shoulders scratched slightly. Some people avoided Boluogo's gaze and walked by in a hurry. Some people met Boluogo's eyes and gave him a kind smile, fragmented. Conversations sounded from all directions, some talking about happiness, others talking about worries.

For a moment, Boluogo felt a little dazed. He remembered the noisy world he saw when he connected to the secret source before, but at this moment, his situation was different from the experience in the secret source.

What I am experiencing now is absolutely real and is alive to everyone.

Nathaniel said, "Aren't you curious about what I usually do besides work?"

"Hide in the call room and drink constantly?"

"How could it be? I am a connoisseur of fine wine, not an over-indulgent drunkard." Nathaniel glared at Boluogo, and then his eyes softened. "In my spare time, I like to walk on the streets like now. Hang out and be among the crowd.”

Nathaniel's eyes were full of kindness and compassion, like a compassionate saint, looking at every face within his field of vision.

"I don't like to stay in the room all the time. After a long time, I often feel like I am separated from the crowd, and I feel like I have turned into some kind of inhuman monster."

Nathaniel said, leading Bologg around the corner, and a park came into view. Today was a working day, but there were still many people gathered in the park, with ribbons and hangings hanging everywhere. Balloons, many people in formal attire stood on the lawn, a long table covered with white cloth was placed on the grass, filled with wine, and a huge wedding cake.

Boluogo looked at the woman in the wedding dress and the man holding her hand in the crowd. Unknowingly, he and Nathaniel came to a wedding scene. He looked at Nathaniel's face from the corner of his eyes. From the look in his eyes, he could be sure that this was the destination of Nethanil's trip.

"Is this your friend's wedding?"

At this time, looking at Nethanil's clothes, he was not wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Order, but the straight black clothes still looked very formal.

"No, I don't have many friends alive anymore."

Nathaniel then added, "But they do have something to do with me."

Walking forward quickly, Nathaniel greeted several waiters. They did know each other. After a burst of laughter that Boluogo couldn't understand, Nathaniel took the flowers from the waiter's hand and picked them from the flower bouquet. He broke off one flower and nailed it to his left breast with a pin. Then he broke off another flower and waved for Bologo to come over.

"Speaking of which, you may not believe it, Boluogo."

Nathaniel lowered his head and carefully pinned the flower to Bologo's left chest. As he spoke, he looked up from time to time to check Bologo's reaction.

"Actually, in private time, I run a wedding company myself, which is famous in Oath City Opos for its low prices and excellent services."

Bologger coughed violently.

Nathaniel straightened Boluogo's shoulders, "Be honest and be careful not to get into the flesh."

"Wedding company? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding," Nathaniel pinned the flowers and, like magic, an extra business card appeared in his hand, "I'm really the owner of a wedding company. In order to help more people fulfill their wishes, I didn't Put less money into it...but it’s not a big problem, most of the losses will be borne by the Order Bureau.”

Afraid that Boluogo wouldn't believe it, Nathaniel added, "By the way, Vonn also knew about this. I was also responsible for organizing Palmer's engagement ceremony at that time. Of course, Palmer himself did not Didn’t participate.”

Bologger coughed violently again.

"This is ridiculous."

"It's okay. Outside of work, everyone needs to adjust to the pressure of reality in their private lives."

Nathaniel took Boluogo to the edge of the venue and sat down on a park bench. This was a good location where he could directly see the overall situation of the wedding and avoid the crowds.

"Let's go back to what we just talked about, about...oh, that thing called positive feedback."

As Nesanil narrated, the band began to play, and the sound of the violin flowed around everyone like flowing water, quietly pouring into Boluogo's ears, bringing an indescribable peace.

"One thing must be admitted. In every Condenser's life of fighting against the devil, there are only a handful of incidents where he defeats the devil. For most of the time, we can only sit back and watch the devils accomplish their plots one after another. This It’s really easy to get frustrated.”

Nathaniel continued to talk about his experience, "That happened after the Secret War. The Orangutan Sect caused another turmoil in the narrow countries. I was ordered to suppress their actions in order to avoid As the flesh-and-blood plague spread, late at night, I rested in an abandoned church, where I met a young man and woman."

Borogo remained silent, patiently listening to the changes in Nethaniel's mood.

"They said that they were refugees from the war, leaning on each other and walking around on the burning land. They looked very embarrassed, but they were full of energy.

I just chatted briefly with them and stopped communicating. But late at night, the young man woke me up. He carefully took out a scratched silver ring from his arms and said it was his His mother left it to him. "

Nathaniel's eyes were fixed on the wedding scene, and his eyes did not shift at all during the story.

"The man said that they had been fleeing for a while and saw burned villages one after another on the road. Now they are exhausted and have no strength to escape. They may die in a few days due to some inexplicable reasons.

So before he died, he hoped to be with his lover, in this abandoned church, with me as my witness. "

Nathaniel's voice paused, "It's strange that I didn't reject him at that time. In that overgrown and dilapidated church, I clumsily imitated the work of the master of ceremonies and witnessed their oaths.

When I saw them hugging and kissing in front of me, I suddenly had an inexplicable feeling..."

The music gradually became more exciting, and the blessed newcomers also came out, but at this moment Nathaniel looked away and fell back on Boluogo.

"At dawn, I handed them over to the staff who arrived later and moved them to a safe area. Then I set out to suppress them. Along the way, I destroyed every monster I saw," Nessani said. Er said and laughed, "It's strange. When I tore those flesh and blood creations apart, I didn't feel the pleasure of revenge. On the contrary, the two of them always appeared in my mind."

"It took me some time to understand my feelings. I realized that what supported me was no longer deformed revenge, but for this beautiful world. As long as I could kill all those abominable existences, the happiness of the two of them would be It can continue, and in places I can’t see, more happiness can also exist together.”

“After returning to Oath City Opos, I established such a wedding company,” Nathaniel recounted his entrepreneurial history. “Whenever I feel tired and low, I will witness the The vows of men and women embrace each other.”

"Boluogo, I am like a thief, stealing the remnant of happiness from other people's happiness and building a nest for my heart."

Nathaniel enjoyed the current atmosphere and his voice gradually became softer, "Sometimes, I will imagine that the people standing there are me and her, imagining a future that does not exist..."

The conversation between the two gradually fell into silence, and the noise and cheers not far away continued. After a while, Nathaniel suddenly turned his head and asked.

"Brogo, wouldn't it seem a little disgusting if I keep imagining others like this?"

Before Boluogo could answer, Nathaniel smiled to himself again, showing his white teeth, as if he was really a patient with delusional disorder.

The two sat on the bench for a long time, like outsiders. The sky gradually darkened, the street lights came on one by one, men and women danced on the lawn, and everyone cheered and blessed the newlyweds.

"I think one of the most valuable qualities of human beings is empathy," Bologo finally said. "We can feel the joys, sorrows and joys of others, and we can cry and sing for them."

"Yeah, empathy."

I don’t know when, Nathaniel’s eyes became moist, “I feel the same happiness from the happiness of others, so I comfort myself.”

Boluogo nodded silently. Today, it was as if he had gotten to know Nethaniel again. He also felt Nethaniel's care for him from his words.

As the leader of the Bureau of Order in the next era, what supports Bologg is not just anger and revenge against the devil, but also those beautiful qualities that should turn them into shackles and firmly bind Bologg. , to prevent him from sliding into the abyss of monsters.

Nathaniel asked, "My revenge is over, where is yours? Bologo."

Taking a long breath, Bologo knew that this could not be hidden from Nathaniel, so he spoke frankly, "On that night of revenge, Mammon gave me the ability to find my enemies. I killed many people, Until the Oath City Opos, there will be no more enemies of mine."

"Revenge isn't over, is it?"

"Yes," Boluogo recalled the light far away in the horizon, "there is still an enemy alive, but he is located outside the Oath City, Opos. No matter how much I killed that night, I couldn't touch it. he."

"who is he?"

"Servus Cogardel," Bologg repeated the name given to him by Mammon, "the first king of the Cogardel Empire."

At this time, recalling all the information about Xilin and the speculation about the Kogadel royal family, an obvious result appeared before the two of them.

"At the same time, he is also the current King of Terror."

The two looked at each other, and a brilliant blue light rose from the edge of the sky. The wedding celebration came to an abrupt end, and the pedestrians on the street also stopped, as if it was another round rising under the night. Like the moon, the strong light illuminates every part of the earth, reflecting everything into pale white and deep blue.

Looking at the source of the light, it rises from the north of the earth, like a blazing pillar of light, nailing into the world.