Endless Debt

Chapter 1096 0.05%

"See you soon……"

Bologger walked blankly on the crowded road, recalling in his mind Belphegor's farewell to him and the price he demanded from Leviathan.

Witness until the very end.

It seems that Belphegor did not really die. Although he lost his power and original sin and was expelled from this dispute game, his will did not seem to be completely annihilated, but was wandering in this world like a ghost. somewhere, quietly spying.

Boluogo murmured to himself, "It seems like your desire is really satisfied."

Belphegor completely left the stage of the dispute and sat in the dark auditorium, watching the changes in the world and the continuation of the dispute from the perspective of the audience, and all of this was exactly what this devil desired.

Just like what Asmodeus once said to himself when he was in the etheric realm, the more human the devils are, the weaker they are, but equally, the more difficult they are to be bound by original sin.

Compared to his own continuation and endless search for his soul, at the end of Belphegor's life, he made his own compromise. Instead of continuing to watch repetitive and boring movies for eternity, he would rather give everything and only Get a glimpse of the most brilliant colors.

Boluogo suddenly felt that every one of these devils had some stubborn idealism, but unfortunately, their ideals were often inseparable from destruction and death.

"Discount promotion! Sir, do you want to come and take a look?"

Among the bustling and noisy crowd, a supermarket salesman keenly captured the presence of Boluogo.

Like a skilled hunter, she nimbly shuttled through the dense crowd, unceremoniously pushing through the pedestrians in front of her, and walked straight towards Boluogo.

Boluogo felt a slight push, and his steps paused involuntarily. At this moment, the salesman girl showed a sweet and charming smile, and then quickly stuffed a beautiful leaflet into the He fell into Boluogo's hands and turned around lightly to continue looking for the next target without making any pause.

Boluogo looked down at the flyer in his hand, which was full of pictures of various discounted products and attractive prices.

He raised his head and looked along the girl's leaving figure, only to see eye-catching neon lights flashing on one side of the street. The name of the supermarket was clearly displayed on the light box. The bright lights shone through the glass windows, reflecting the inside of the supermarket as if Like daylight.

The supermarket is crowded with shoppers, who are busy walking between the shelves. They are either carrying shopping bags filled with various discounted products, or they are fumbling in their pockets, trying to get enough change to pay the bill for their favorite items. There were also people standing in front of the empty shelves and cursing dissatisfiedly, obviously unable to grab the promotional items they wanted.

The children laughed one after another. For them, shopping in the supermarket was like a surprise excursion.

Boluogo stood there, listening to the hustle and bustle of people talking and the strange songs playing in the store. Inadvertently, he sighed helplessly, looked up at the twinkling tree of light on the horizon, and smiled to himself.

A strong sense of alienation broke out from the bottom of Boluogo's heart again. He was clearly standing on the crowded street, clutching the flyer he had just received, but he felt that he was far away from such a world and was out of place.

The great rift in the north is releasing a terrifying amount of ether every moment, and is constantly extending its own rift. In the far south, the Kogadel Empire is preparing a kingdom of sludge that can distort the entire country, and now, here, here , on the ground that Boluogo stepped on, he had just witnessed the defeat of a devil.

All kinds of grand events operate silently and are earth-shattering. They are enough to change the world, but they cannot change this busy street at all.

Yesterday, the world was coming to an end, today, people are panic buying in supermarkets.

Even he, the savior, was trapped in the whirlpool of ordinary life, rushing to a date that had nothing to do with the survival of the world.

Boluogo sighed, "It's really a complicated mood."

He grabbed the flyer, and silently it shattered into dust and disappeared in Bologo's hands. He raised his hand and touched his chest, and vaguely felt the beating frequency of his own heart.

There is a strong contrast between the existence of the world and individual life, between grand events and small details of individual life. In Bologna's view, this contrast is full of absurd and ironic elements.

Boluogo does not mean to say that people are ignorant or indifferent to the survival of the world. It just reveals the insignificance and powerlessness of human beings in the huge historical torrent.

Insignificant, like dust.

But it is this kind of dust that gathers into a torrent that runs through the long river of time and drives history forward.

Boluogo no longer stayed or hesitated. Leviathan's appearance had delayed him for a while and diluted most of his excitement for the appointment.

Trying to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Boluogo didn't want to spend his precious private time on Leviathan and his evil conspiracy.

Boluogo hurried forward, but he did not return home immediately. Instead, he went to the Undead Club first.

After Samuel's exit and Sezon's death, Leviathan took over the power of Fury and Original Sin. At the same time, he also gained control of the Undead Club, the Devil's Land.

Bologo was worried about the survival of the Undead Club and the fate of these members for a while, but it seemed that Sezon should have reached some agreements with Leviathan like Belphegor.

Leviathan did not interfere with the operation of the Undead Club, not even a trace of interference. This independent and eternal club was still the same as before, with a group of heartless undead and the endless banquet.

The only thing that can be regarded as a change is that Bode has been promoted. This does not mean that he has transcended from the glorious one to the crowned one, but the change of Bode's function within the Undead Club.

Sere once told Bologo that the Undead Club has its own set of rules. Every member must dedicate his or her own value and exchange value for power.

Because of his high level of activity, Sere somehow found himself working as a bartender in the Undead Club. No one took over the job from him. It was like he was unconsciously working. Unknowingly, he was standing behind the bar. , took on the responsibility of bartender.

Those members who choose to sleep forever will also contribute their corresponding value, just like when the war started in the land of eternal night, they were awakened from their sleep and rushed to another war.

After the incident in the Land of Eternal Night, with the demise of Sai Zong, his power as the leader of the Undead Club temporarily fell into a vacuum. After a while, perhaps early one morning, when Bode got up, he found that he Became the leader of the Immortal Club.

Similarly, there was no transfer of power between Bode and Bode, and there was no ceremony that could be considered a ceremony. There was not even the most basic written document.

Just like a telepathic feeling, Bode knew that he had succeeded Sai Zong and became the leader of the Undead Club.

When Sere learned about this, he was angry for a while. He felt that he should be the person in charge of the Undead Club because he was such a dedicated bartender. In this regard, Bologo felt that Leviathan's appointment was correct. Once With Sere as the person in charge, he will definitely make the Undead Club a mess.

One day later, Bode asked cautiously, "Sai Zong... is Sai Zong dead?"

Boluogo didn't answer. Seeing his appearance, Sere also understood what the answer was. Later, the situation became clearer, and everyone more or less understood where the power of rage belonged.

For this reason, Bode was worried for a while, fearing that Leviathan would break the tranquility of the Undead Club and bring this cozy nursing home back to war.

Because he was too worried about this matter, Bode once considered whether to lead all members to join the Bureau of Order in order to seek shelter and the continuation of a peaceful life.

Fortunately, nothing happened. After the transfer of power, Leviathan seemed to have forgotten that there was such a place.

Opening the door, Boluogo stepped into the Undead Club. Although it has gone through a series of changes in power, the internal environment of the Undead Club has not changed much. These undead are all a group of nostalgic people. Since then, the base has been full. You can see it in the commemorative cabinet of good friends who got the cup.

"Yo, Bode."

Boluogo greeted the huge skeleton rack behind the bar that was wiping cups. Even after becoming the person in charge, he still likes to stand here and maintain every part of the Undead Club, treating it as his true home.

Bode responded, "Long time no see, Boluogo."

Since Bologg was promoted to Glorious One, his work has become too heavy. Therefore, Bologg rarely comes to sit in the undead club after work like he used to do. The undead have not seen them for a while. He did.

Oh, by the way, after Bode became the head of the Undead Club, Sere's position remained unchanged, while Bode's original cleaning staff and chef were handed over to the newcomer Olivia.

"Good evening to you too, Scott."

When Boluogo passed by the door, he patted the statue erected at the door.

Because of Scott's amazing performance in the Land of Eternal Night, Sere moved him out of the warehouse and placed him at the door as a doorman. He also thoughtfully installed a storage stand on the sculpture.

Borrogo asked, "Where are the others?"

"Still asleep," Bode said. "Would you like anything to drink?"

Boluogo said and walked towards the wine cellar, "No, I'm just here to pick a bottle of wine."

"Oh? Pick a bottle of wine? What's wrong with you kid?"

Disturbing sounds came from the stairwell, and amidst the click of the wooden boards underfoot, Sere walked out in pajamas with a strange smile on his face.

"Aren't you a non-drinker? How come you finally came here and picked a bottle to take home?"

Sere moved to Bologg's side in a few flashes. Looking at his beaming expression, it had to be said that after the Night King died completely, this guy became several times more cheerful than before. It could even be said that his cheerfulness was a bit annoying.

"I have a date tonight and I thought it would be appropriate to get a bottle of wine..."

Boluogo said frankly, but before he finished speaking, he was greeted by Sere's scarlet eyes and his evil smile that made people want to punch him.

Serei raised his eyebrows, "It seems like this date is very special."

Boluogo let out a long sigh. He was really tired today. He wanted to save some energy for tonight's date, so he simply took out the Fire Opal ring from his pocket.

Brilliant fire colors shimmered.

The smile on Sere's face froze. He had already prepared dozens of rhetoric in his mind to torture Boluogo, but he never expected that Boluogo wouldn't even act and would just reveal his cards.

"Just... just today?" Serei said with an incredulous look on his face, "Don't you think about it?"

Se Lei looked distressed and said, "You are still young, why can't you think about it?"

Boluogo tortured Sere in turn, "Is getting married so bad? Then Sere, you really have a masochistic tendency. Your wife can form a company."

Sere coughed loudly, "This is different, that's all..."

"Is this all just for fun?" Boluogo looked at Sere, "Who said it before? Every relationship is sincere."

"Okay, okay," Sere raised his hands to stop him, "get out of here after you get the wine."

Boluogo smiled. These red tapes made Boluogo, a guy who was not good at words, become more eloquent.

After the torture was over, Boluogo looked calm and composed, "It depends on the situation. If everything is suitable and the atmosphere is in place, this kind of thing will happen naturally, right."

"That's true," Sere recalled his glorious history, "My fastest time was from meeting each other to getting married in less than three hours..."

Boluogo raised his hand to push Sere's arm and gave a signal with his eyes. Sere's words were paused, and the corner of his eyes swept towards the stairs. Olivia was standing there with her hands folded, her eyes unkind.

After the Land of Eternal Night incident, the father-daughter relationship between Sere and Olivia has indeed eased a lot, but it has only eased. In daily life, Sere still has too many behaviors that Olivia cannot see. I'm used to it, just like now.

"Ahem."

Sere coughed hard again, then hugged Boluogo's shoulders, "Come on, come on, I have some old wine here, which may be older than the history of Oath City Opos."

Boluogo said in surprise, "I don't know how to taste wine. Isn't it a pity to give it to me?"

“In the end, wine is just for drinking, right!”

The two of them walked into the wine cellar, and Boluogo saw the spot where he had been stuck. It was really dripping with blood at that time.

After closing the door of the wine cellar, Sere asked again, "Are you sure? Are you ready?"

"I don't know," Boluogo shook his head, his eyes full of confusion, "Unlike professionals like you, this is my first time to experience this kind of thing."

Boluogo has always felt that Serret's wonderful experience can be published in a book. Whether readers are curious or really want to hear his wonderful philosophy, Serret will definitely become a best-selling author.

Sere sighed very palely, "Wow."

Suddenly, Sere seemed a little panicked. He rummaged back and forth on the wine rack, looking for faded and illegible labels.

"To be honest, I had thought about this day, but I never thought it would happen so soon, and it was you who took the initiative."

"What's wrong? Is there anything incredible?"

"More than that, it's really incredible."

Sere raised his head suddenly. He wanted to say something, but after racking his brains, he couldn't come up with a word that could describe Boluogo. In the end, he could only take out a dusty wine bottle from the wine rack and carefully He wiped it well, wrapped it in paper, and handed it to Boluogo very solemnly.

"Should I say this is the miracle of life?"

"You've had enough!"

Boluogo took the bottle helplessly.

After leaving the Undead Club, Boluogo did not choose to go home directly, but took a slightly detoured road to a nearby flower shop.

Boluogo originally planned to visit Afia's flower shop, but considering the distance and time constraints, Boluogo decided to choose the nearest one.

This time, Boluogo didn't wander around and tangle too much in the flower shop. He felt that overly surprising or solemn actions might bring unnecessary pressure to Aimu.

Maybe Aimu might be wearing casual clothes at the moment, sitting comfortably on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding fried chicken nuggets and French fries in his arms, with sweet sauce still on the corner of his mouth.

However, if Aimu, in this slightly casual state, sees that she is too formal, or even looks like she wants to invite a band to entertain, she is likely to feel ashamed and uncomfortable, and want to find a place Sew it into a seam or sofa seam.

Borrogo was always thoughtful, so when he walked out of the flower shop, he only held a bouquet of carefully wrapped daisies in his hands.

"You should be more funny and romantic..."

Boluogo still remembered Irwin's instructions to him. He didn't pay attention to these words at the time, but little did he know that it had penetrated into his soul and subtly transformed himself.

On the way home, Borrogo picked up the daisy bouquet and sniffed it gently.

The fragrance is very light, not strong. Compared with the roses that everyone often buys, it is obviously not grand and beautiful. However, this bouquet of flowers is not too ostentatious and can express his feelings just right. More importantly, this bouquet of flowers It also has a different meaning for Boluogo.

From time to time, Boluogo would think of the sea of ​​daisies. Under the reflection of the sun, they seemed to be burning, gorgeous and colorful, like a huge fire opal inlaid on the earth, reflecting thousands of brilliance.

To put it bluntly, it was only after a long time that Bologger learned by chance that the flower language of daisies was secret love, and the flowers that represented secret love grew all over Irwin's castle. Burlogo wasn't sure if this was Irwin's accident or intentional.

No, with that guy's coquettishness, he definitely did it on purpose.

Irwin is indeed a wonderful guy. He composed his works, flowers, castles, and even his life into a love letter... to the devil.

It sounds both romantic and ridiculous.

Finally, no matter how much time Boluogo spent on the road, he came to the downstairs of his home. Looking up, he could see the light shining in the window of his home, and Aimu had arrived.

At this moment, he glanced at the time on his wrist again and found that his arrival time was just right. He would not appear abrupt because he was too early, nor would he make Amu wait for a long time because he was late.

Everything is going according to plan, just like the pointer on a precise instrument panel, each step moves accurately and steadily without any deviation.

Taking a deep breath, Boluogo didn't know what he was nervous about. In the end, this was no different from an ordinary date. The only difference was that Boluogo would choose whether to further advance the relationship depending on the situation.

And then...return home.

When Boluogo unscrewed the door handle and pushed the door open, he was greeted by the aroma of food, and the lights in the living room were lit up, making it bright.

Boluogo stood there in a daze. He had been living alone recently, and he had become accustomed to the darkness and lifelessness after returning home. Such a sudden change made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, you're off work?"

Aimu's voice came from the kitchen, and he poked his head out, wearing Boluogo's apron. The apron looked a bit big on her body and hung as lightly as a skirt, but it also added a bit of playful cuteness to her.

Bologna subconsciously concealed the matter about Belphegor, "Well, today's work is pretty easy."

"What are you doing?" Boluogo came to the kitchen and asked unexpectedly, "Can you still cook?"

At normal family gatherings, Bologo would be the one cooking, and the others would only help. Over time, Bologo had accepted that others had no cooking experience.

"Well... I'm learning, I guess."

Aimu said, holding up an open cookbook. In Aimu's opinion, this thing was just like the instruction manual, and the steps were followed accurately.

"Wait a moment, it's almost ready," Aimu pointed at the coffee table, "If you're hungry, you can eat those things first."

Boluogo looked at the coffee table, where freshly baked French fries and fried chicken nuggets were already placed. The theme of tonight's date was movie watching, so there was no need to make it too formal.

"good."

Boluogo nodded, put the daisy bouquet into the vase that had been empty for a long time, placed it near the coffee table, then took off his coat, put on his slippers, and walked into the kitchen.

"I don't need your help," Aimu said without looking back, "I'm almost done."

Bologg stood behind Aimu and looked over Aimu's shoulder. Only then did Bologg realize that she was frying steak. For a newbie in the kitchen, cooking such a simple thing is quite safe, as long as the heat is controlled well. Not much of a problem.

Aimu, a professional who has no problem controlling thousands of degrees of temperature and smelting metals, can't control this very easily.

"It's okay, you go about your business and I'll get some cups."

Boluogo reached out, reached over Aimu's head, opened the cabinet above her, and took out two cups from it.

"I got a bottle of wine from Sere. He said it tastes very good. We can try it."

"Oh, that's it," Aimu raised his head and asked, "Don't you don't drink?"

"It's a date, isn't it?"

Boluogo lowered his head, looked at Aimu with a smile, and said, "When a person's blood alcohol content reaches 0.05%, he will feel relaxed, excited, and more likely to feel happy."

"Easier to feel happy?" Aimu lowered his head and continued to turn over the steak, pouring juice on it. "It doesn't sound like what you said."

"It's really not what I said."

"Who? The drunkard Sere?" Aimu continued, "It sounds like the philosophy he realized from his hangover."

Burlogo laughed and said, "No, it's a line from a movie."

"Wow," Aimu pretended to be surprised, "Have you picked out the movie?"

"So be it."

Boluogo rummaged through the pockets on the table and took out the movie that Leviathan gave him. He didn't know whether it was an ordinary movie or whether it contained some conspiracy images... Leviathan was so... As soon as he did this, Boluogo felt that he was becoming a little suspicious.

"You get busy first, I'll change my clothes."

Boluogo untied his tie as he walked towards his room. When he reached the door, he found that his door was not closed tightly, but ajar.

Aimu entered his room while he was away?

Bologg entered the room. There was no sign that anyone had been there. He put on casual clothes. Bologg noticed the bag he put on the table.

Strangely, Boluogo became nervous inexplicably. He checked the bag and found it was intact. It seemed that Aimu had not noticed it. As for the ajar door, he probably forgot to close it when he left.

After changing his clothes, Boluogo sat on the bed and thought for a while. He opened the closet again, took out the fire opal ring from his coat, and hid it in his pocket.

Aimu's call came from outside the door, "I'm done!"

"coming."

Bologg straightened up his appearance and walked out of the room. Maybe because of his evil intentions, Bologg was a little nervous. He looked at Aimu and found that she was also a little nervous, but Bologg only thought that she was very nervous when cooking for the first time. I was nervous, but I never thought that the other party was also up to something evil.

The two of them sat on the sofa as usual. Two plates of fried and cut steaks were placed on the coffee table. Next to them were mismatched French fries and fried chicken nuggets, as well as bags of snacks and potato chips.

All kinds of discordant elements are stacked together, making it comfortable and relaxing.

"I thought you were going to order takeout," Borogo forked a piece of fried chicken. "Palmer and I often do this. Over time, we have become senior members of the pizza shop next door."

Aimu joked, "I saw the membership card you put on the refrigerator magnet."

"Haha," Boluogo laughed vaguely, swallowed the chicken nuggets, and commented, "It tastes very good."

Aimu reached out and picked up the wine brought by Boluogo, knocked it, and asked doubtfully, "Do you have a wine opener at home?"

Boluogo's eyes were blank for a moment, then he shook his head and said, "No, we don't usually drink."

"Hey! You've already thought of the movie lines, but you didn't think of this?"

Aimu pretended to sigh, raised her hand to switch back to the body of steel, and split her arm. After many changes and transformations, her arm was like a multi-functional saber, which could not be easier to open a wine bottle.

"Give it to me."

Boluogo reached out to take the wine bottle, and with a flash of ether in his hand, the entire mouth of the bottle broke off, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

Aimu exclaimed, "It's so convenient."

Boluogo poured a full cup for Aimu, and then poured another full cup for himself. The two of them sat on the sofa and ate facing the coffee table.

While the two of them had their own secrets, they also felt nervous and uneasy. When Boluogo finished most of the steak, he later remembered that they were here to watch a movie.

Boluogo stood up and dimmed the lights in the room, then turned on the movie and inserted the video tape. After a burst of snowflakes appeared on the screen, the colorful images began to move.

When Boluogo quietly sat back on the sofa, Aimu was sitting there in a cross-legged posture, her head lowered slightly, the wine glass in her hand was already empty, and the bottle she was holding tightly in her arms was half full. The crystal clear liquid of fine wine was swaying gently in the bottle, but on the plate in front of her, the fried beef remained untouched.

Boluogo suddenly realized that Aimu might be a hidden alcoholic.

Seeing Boluogo coming back, Aimu slowly raised his head. His originally bright eyes were now slightly blurred by drunkenness, as if they were covered with a thin layer of mist. Even the usual expression in his pupils was The bright aperture also had waves.

The corners of Aimu's mouth raised slightly, revealing a silly and sweet smile. The innocence and joy revealed in that smile, her face turned a faint blush under the influence of alcohol, and her slightly tipsy expression seemed to be A lazy kitten makes people want to get close, gently stroke her hair, and feel the softness and warmth.

Boluogo sat back down carefully. It was obvious that Aimu was a little drunk. Although alcohol had little effect on the condenser, the premise was that the condenser would actively metabolize the alcohol into ether.

Aimu's confused and drunken appearance seemed to be easily dominated by others. Even if Boluogo asked her to reach out and put on the ring, she would gladly accept it... but this was a bit overwhelming.

"I thought of something, Bologger."

Aimu's voice suddenly sounded.

"What's wrong?"

Boluogo felt that he seemed to be more nervous. After being together for so long, this was the first time he saw a drunk Aimu.

Aimu rubbed her cheeks vigorously, trying to wake herself up. Then, she frowned slightly, as if she was trying to remember something, and then asked in a slightly confused tone.

"Bologo, how many drinks do you need to drink to get your blood alcohol content to 0.05%?"

"I have no idea."

Boluogo took the warm wine bottle away from her arms, "But obviously, you are already more than 0.05%."

"ha?"

Aimu said in surprise, "So is it too much happiness?"