Endless Debt

Many things and things in the world are meaningless in themselves, just like a drop of water disappearing into the sea, and a grain of sand returning to the desert. When someone personally experiences something and makes some connections, the experience and spirit are together. Give things meaning.

Just like naming things, something without a name will eventually be hidden in the world, but when it has its own name, it is unique and incompatible among mediocrity.

Just like this ring inlaid with fire opal that caught Bologo's eyes.

Among the many dazzling rings, this ring is not perfect and luxurious, and its beauty is even slightly obscured by the flowing light.

If it were anyone else, they might not even look at this ring, and instead focus on the rings inlaid with diamonds. But Boluogo was different. Those diamond rings meant nothing to him. On the contrary, this one inlaid with fire Opal's ring brought back many memories.

Boluogo thought of the stubborn Irwin, the woman he mentioned repeatedly in the book, and his pursuit of romance and poetry at the end of his life.

Just like the endless sacred concept of poetry, in Boluogo's world and in his cognition, all fire opals are given that sacred meaning, even if they are just a piece of stone in the eyes of others. Just a beautiful stone.

Many things themselves have no inherent meaning, and even their own existence is insignificant. However, when humans connect their own experiences, emotions, and values ​​with things, they acquire unique meanings.

"Oh well."

The shopkeeper nodded, turned the small key, carefully took out the ring, and carefully placed it on the tray.

When Boluogo raised his hand to pick it up, his hand stopped in mid-air and he asked sheepishly, "Do you have gloves?"

The shop owner was confused for a moment, and she reacted for a few seconds before waving her hands and saying, "It's okay, it's okay, just get started."

"good."

Boluogo picked up the hem of his clothes and wiped his hands vigorously, even though he had washed his hands carefully over and over again when he went out.

Engaged in this cruel profession, Bologg's hands are often stained with blood. In order to cover the lingering blood, Bologg uses some light perfume, which makes him smell like a perfume that has been left for a long time. Time has made some rotten lemons.

Gently, Boluogo touched and held up the ring. The entire ring was carefully carved from pure silver. Every line was smooth and elegant. The most eye-catching thing was the bright ring on the ring setting. thing.

It was a clear blue opal stone, like a teardrop in the sky, set on a silver ring, held up by circles of tiny silver leaves, quiet and mysterious.

When the light gently passes over its surface, the opal stone seems to be awakened to life, reflecting a warm orange-red luster, like a ball of flames, mixed with dots of bright green, like stars twinkling in the night sky, and like The rainbow dances at your fingertips.

Boluogo knew nothing about jewelry, and he had no idea about the quality of this fire opal. He looked up at the shopkeeper, who spoke first as if he knew what he wanted to ask.

"If it's for a lady, what occasion are you planning for?"

The shop owner gradually dropped his guard against Boluogo. This guy looked fierce, but he was surprisingly polite. He must not be a robber...

"occasion?"

"Yes, is it a birthday gift, a holiday gift, or an engagement?"

The shop owner noticed Boluogo's confusion. He walked into the shop as if he was in a hurry and didn't think about anything else at all.

"Um……"

Boluogo became confused, yes, for what reason did he give this thing away?

festival?

There haven’t been many festivals recently, even God’s birthday is still a long time away.

birthday present?

It's also been some time since Aimu's birthday.

…

Boluogo said, "I'm not sure, just to prepare one for potential emergencies."

"oh……"

The shop owner showed a very understanding look and smiled without saying a word.

Leaning down, the shop owner traced his fingertips on the glass and pointed at the diamond rings on the side.

"In this case, I still recommend these. Although young people say diamonds are vulgar, there is nothing wrong with traditional things, right?"

Boluogo looked at the dazzling diamond rings and shook his head, "I still like this one better. This kind of stone has a very special meaning to us."

"I see."

The shop owner then asked, "So...that's it? I won't be picky."

"That's it."

Boluogo played with the fire opal ring. It felt cold to the touch, as if dew was about to form.

"Okay, let me wrap it up first."

The shopkeeper knelt down, and after a while, she took out the jewelry box and bag from under the counter and packed it in carefully.

Halfway through the process, Boluogo suddenly said, "Just put it in the box, no need for a bag."

"Take it with you?"

The shopkeeper showed that I-know-what look again. To be honest, Bologna hated the look in the shopkeeper's eyes now. It was as if she had completely seen through Bologg. For a professional, this was too disturbing.

Well, there's nothing to be upset about. Bologna is a bit of an occupational hazard.

He stretched out his hand to take the jewelry box, but during the handover, the shopkeeper suddenly retracted his hand and said doubtfully, "You do have the money to pay, right?"

Bologna dug into his pocket and took out a wad of money.

Although Boluogo lives a very simple life, this is simply because Boluogo doesn't know how to spend money. He doesn't have excessive material desires, and he doesn't have much to spend on hobbies.

In daily life, Bologo's food, clothing, housing and transportation are almost all provided by the Bureau of Order. The rare moments of recreation are spent in the Undead Club, not to mention charging.

As time goes by, Boluogo has an astonishing amount of wealth. Sometimes he will be surprised when he notices the numbers.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, the shopkeeper smiled and counted the money.

Boluogo opened the jewelry box and carefully looked at the Fire Opal ring again, imagining in his mind what kind of mood Aimu would feel and what kind of performance he would have when receiving this gift.

"No regrets……"

Boluogo said to himself, looking back now, the note Leviathan left for him was just like asking him to deal with his funeral affairs, to resolve those regrets, and by the way, he also organized his own funeral. .

It seems that Leviathan is not optimistic about his future destiny, but he must think that he will be the winner in the end, the only winner.

No, Bologg still has a chance to fight back. Since Leviathan needs to transform into a red dragon at the necessary moment, Bologg will undoubtedly be more restricted by Leviathan at that point, but similarly, he will also Qualified to participate in plundering authority and original sin.

Boluogo suddenly shook his head. It was not working time now. There was no need to think about these disturbing things. Boluogo should focus on the present.

After stuffing the jewelry box into his pocket, Boluogo then worried about how he should give this gift, under what circumstances, and for what reason.

Will Aimu like this fire opal ring? Speaking of which, I chose this fire opal ring because of my experience when reality was shattered and my memories of Irwin, so I feel that this fire opal ring has extraordinary significance.

So for Amu, will she have the same feelings?

If there is, everyone will be happy. If not, Bologg feels that Aimu will still accept the gift happily, but obviously, this will be different from what Bologg imagined.

Boluogo was silent for a long time in front of the counter. He raised his head and said sincerely, "You can be considered a professional."

"certainly!"

The shop owner patted his chest and looked solemn, as if every professional would show extreme confidence and self-satisfaction when asked about their profession.

"Okay, I have to admit, tradition is a bit boring, but it can't go wrong."

Boluogo lay on a pile of diamond rings and looked at them repeatedly, "Please help me pick an answer that will never go wrong."

The shop owner also lay down and asked, "So are you planning to propose?"

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm going to do. I just feel... I think it's almost done. It's time to prepare something similar."

Burlogo tried to describe the feeling in his heart, but he didn't know how to describe it specifically, just like you can't catch a ball of wind.

"It's like...just like those stereotypical movie plots. Two people embrace each other, and the background sound becomes softer. Even an idiot knows that it's time for them to express their feelings to each other and their relationship will heat up."

Boluogo used his familiar way to describe the emotions in his heart.

"But there are special circumstances, right?" The shop owner blinked, "Not all movies will follow this kind of plot."

"That's why I said it's a stereotypical plot."

Even in description, Boluogo still fully demonstrated his rigor.

The shopkeeper covered her mouth and laughed. She found that Boluogo was not as cold as he looked and kept away strangers. He was quite interesting.

"How about this ring?"

The shop owner took out a ring and placed it on the tray, "The standard one is just like the illustration in the jewelry advertisement. It will not bring surprises and will never go wrong."

Boluogo fiddled with it, and just as the shopkeeper said, this was an infallible ring with mediocre brilliance.

"Um...please put it up too."

"Don't you want a bag?" the shopkeeper asked. "Be careful if you mix it up and take the wrong bag."

"Okay, okay, this is really professional advice."

Boluogo took the bag. Compared with this big bag, the jewelry box seemed too small, let alone the diamond ring stored inside.

The shop owner said, "Would you like me to congratulate you in advance?"

Boluogo laughed and cried, "I don't know what will happen yet."

"It will be successful," the shop owner said. "There are very few customers who are as prepared as you are. This is enough."

"A gift that comes from the value and meaning that you recognize, a gift that is absolutely infallible in the worldly sense," the shop owner said. "You are very thoughtful."

"well enough."

Bologo believes that this is okay. Being prepared for any possibility is also part of professionalism.

The shop owner asked, "Which one do you think will be more successful?"

“If I could, it would be the Fire Opal,” Bologeau said. “Like I said, it really means a lot to me.”

Boluogo hesitated for a moment. He rarely talked so much to strangers, but today he was inexplicably filled with the desire to talk.

He said, "How should I put it... things in their original state are chaotic and disordered, lacking clear boundaries or definitions. When these individuals are not specially labeled or distinguished, they are submerged in the vast existence. among.”

The shop owner didn't understand what Boluogo said, "For example?"

"For example, this jewelry store, before I walked in and bought these two rings, in my opinion, it was no different from tens of millions of jewelry stores in the world," Bologo explained his mood while giving an example. “When I connect to these things through personal experience, they take on meaning.”

"This meaning is not only a description of the thing itself, but also a reflection of me, human experience, emotions and values."

Boluogo seemed to be explaining his thoughts and the meaning of the fire opal ring to the shop owner, but he also seemed to be talking to himself, staring at his own soul.

"Like a prism, it refracts colorless light into colorful colors, giving things a unique and rich appearance in the human world."

The shopkeeper's pupils dilated slightly and her mouth opened subconsciously. She thought about Boluogo's words and wanted to comment on something, but the poverty of her words made her response a little pale.

"It sounds very philosophical," the shop owner said doubtfully, "Are you really in sales?"

"Yes," Boluogo lied expressionlessly, "the job of sales itself is to gain the trust of others and then obtain benefits. Speaking the truth can be regarded as one of the work qualities."

"Wow, should I be lucky that all the salespeople I encounter are not like you?" the shop owner murmured, "otherwise I would have done a lot of meaningless business."

Boluogo smiled and said, "Actually, shopkeeper, your job is sales, right? When you sell rings, you must tell a lot of stories about love and romance, right?"

The store manager realized it later and said, "Ah...ah, that's right."

Boluogo lifted the bag and glanced at the dazzling pieces.

“If you look into it more closely, naming is a concentrated expression of this process. By naming things, humans not only extract them from chaos, but also give them specific identities and meanings.

A name is not only a label, but also a symbol and allegory. It carries the cultural, historical and spiritual heritage of mankind. Names are not just symbols of sound, they are also deeply connected with the essence of things.

An appropriate name can reveal the essential characteristics of something, while an inappropriate name may obscure or distort it. "

The shopkeeper looked at Boluogo with a vague understanding. After a while, she said slowly, "I... I can probably understand what you said. It seems that Fire Opal has a big role in your life." , occupies a very important part.”

She began to speculate whether the university in Boluogo would be a philosophy department. If it was a philosophy department, it would be reasonable to sell it.

After offending the philosophy major, the shop owner wondered whether Bologg would have worked in a dark mine before working in sales, digging these opal stones every day, so he was not interested in things like opal. So impressed.

The shopkeeper's random thoughts were interrupted by Boluogo. He walked to the door and said goodbye to her.

"Goodbye, I'll come back and tell you if it works."

The shopkeeper nodded blankly, then waved goodbye to Boluogo.

Jewelry stores welcome and send away many customers every day. Unless necessary, the shop owner will not easily remember the appearance of the customers. Likewise, the customers will not come back and share anything with the shop owner.

But today is different. Just like what Boluogo just described, because of this inexplicable conversation and experience, the people and things here are unknowingly given a layer of meaning.

unique.

…

Vosilin pushed away Aimu's office and asked, "Have you seen Boluogo?"

Aimu put down the work at hand and shook his head blankly, "No, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask him something."

Woxilin walked in, moved her chair, and sat down opposite Aimu, "But I searched around and couldn't find him. I asked Freya, but Freya couldn't say anything."

She let out a long sigh and said, "Hey, there's nothing we can do about it. Bologo is a Glorious One, and the level gap is too big."

Freya must know where Bologo is, but because Vosilin's authority level is too low, they can only give no comment. Even though Boluogo usually smiles with everyone, within the Bureau of Order, there is a real level gap between them.

"Ah...that's it," Aimu said with some embarrassment, "He should be busy or resting."

After disposing of the body of Tunyan Maw in the street last night, Boluogo disappeared. Aimu didn't think anything of it. Boluogo had just killed Tunyan Maw. The death of this monster was like a falling stone. Entering the water, there were many ripples.

Bologg has so many things to be busy with that he is too busy to even celebrate. Moreover, even if Bologg solves the work problem, he should rest for a while. Maybe he is fast asleep somewhere, lazy. Turn over proudly.

Aimu asked curiously, "Speaking of which, do you have any business with him?"

In fact, Aimu wanted to say that Vosilin could definitely go to Palmer. This guy and Boluogo were inseparable. During work, their relationship was closer than Vosilin's fiancée.

Oh, and by the way, Palmer is now a keeper and a real busy guy.

"I...I want to ask him about yesterday's action," Vosilin glanced around uneasily and said sheepishly, "I know, this may be a bit too much."

Ignoring the special blessing of Wo Xilin's status, she is actually no different from an ordinary grassroots employee in the Bureau of Order. If a grassroots employee asks about the affairs of the Glorious One, if it is serious, she will be warned.

"I've heard many rumors about the Ridge of Mountains."

Woxilin looked at Aimu nervously, "Although I have almost no real connection with the Gunshan family, we share the same blood after all."

The Tree of Light stands mercilessly, like a great sword that opens up the world, piercing through the snow-capped mountains.

No matter how weak the relationship between Wo Xilin and the Gunshan family was, she still couldn't help but worry about it.

"Sorry, I don't have the right to know about this part," Aimu said frankly, "but I think you don't have to worry too much. You know, Boluoge killed the Throat of Tunyuan, all the way from the mountains. ridge to Oath City Opos."

Woxilin sighed, "Because of this, I'm even more worried."

If the crisis can be solved by killing the Throat of Tunyu, then the tree of light should be extinguished, but it still stands between heaven and earth. Wosilin can't help but think about whether there is something far more powerful than the Throat of Tunyu. Crisis is raging on the ridges of the mountains.

"Actually...it's not a big deal."

Seeing the worry in Amu's eyes, Vosilin turned concerned about her, "I have no feelings for that place after all."

Vosilin has lived in the Klex family since she was a child. Her real destination is the vast windy highlands, not the icy mountain ridges.

She added, "But I always feel that if you look like Palmer doesn't care, it might look too heartless."

Vosilin sighed and smiled helplessly. Mentioning Palmer always made people feel helpless. It was like punching cotton that screamed. It was meaningless. You would also hear his disturbing voice. strange screams.

Aimu was also amused and didn't know what to do.

After a moment of silence, Woxilin resumed the topic, "Speaking of which, do you really care about what I told you before? The situation is getting more and more serious. Be careful to leave any regrets."

Aimu pretended to be stupid, "Which one do you mean?"

"Who else could it be?"

Vosilin stood up, walked around the desk aggressively, stood behind Aimu, and held her shoulders with both hands.

Aimu wanted to stand up, but she obviously underestimated Woxilin's strength, and her whole figure seemed to be wearing a seat belt, unable to move.

Vosilin emphasized repeatedly in her ear, "Take the initiative, take the initiative!"

Aimu thought to himself, no wonder Wo Xilin and Palmer can get together, you two are not much different, okay, just now you looked worried about the Gunshan family, but now you have turned the topic to this, you are actually just Are you looking for a place to start the topic?

"Okay, okay!" Aimu waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm taking action!"

"The efficiency is too slow!"

Wo Xilin said with joy, "Do you want me to take you to pick out a ring or something?"

Aimu said, "I already have the ring."

Woxilin was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief, "What? It seems I have underestimated you. Take it out and take a look."

Aimu was helpless by Woxilin, so she carefully opened the drawer and took out a small box from inside.

Opening the box, Vosilin looked confused and said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Aimu raised the box, "This is unique!"