Endless Debt

"How long will you be busy?"

A familiar voice came from outside the house. Bologo looked back. Through the gap between the doors, warm light came in. Indistinctly, a figure could be seen walking slowly.

The other party didn't care about her image at all. It might be that she had been bound by this perfect image for too long today. She was eager to get rid of the restraint. After a pleasant moan, she fell on the soft sofa, purring like a cat taking a comfortable nap.

Bologo turned his head and focused on the documents on the table. His voice was raised several degrees to ensure that it could pass through the wall and the door and reach the other party.

"There are a few pages left. It's over after reading them."

Bologo flipped through the documents carefully. Although today was an extremely important day, out of the inexplicable, obsessive-compulsive sense of responsibility of professionals, Bologo still took time out of his busy schedule to deal with these documents.

In the toilet, in the corner of the corridor, in the interval between the emcee, in the leisure time of the carnival...

Berogo felt like a thief, secretly flipping through these ordinary words, and under this strange pressure, he actually had a strange sense of joy.

He felt that maybe too many things happened today, which made his nerves have some problems, which led to this inexplicable misjudgment.

Throwing away these messy thoughts, Berogo focused on the words on the document.

The first thing that caught his eye was the information about the Kogadel Empire, but to be more precise, it should be called the Old Kogadel Empire today.

Some time ago, the ruined Kogadel Empire officially announced its disintegration. After countless disasters, this behemoth finally fell, but its corpse still stood on the earth, and the remaining culture and influence echoed in the secular world, like a broken soul, cruising in the world.

Blog attended the dissolution ceremony as the Supreme, but he only appeared as a mascot. Blog was not good at politics, and was too lazy to waste his energy on the verbal battles between politicians.

Professional things should be done by professionals, and the disintegration of the Kogadel Empire and the establishment of a new order are the same.

Political and economic matters are basically handled by the Rhine Alliance, and Blog led the Order Bureau to record and integrate the extraordinary forces remaining in the old Kogadel Empire.

Just like when the Order Bureau was established, the Order Bureau respected the wishes of these surviving extraordinary forces.

Turning to the next page, Blog concentrated. The affairs of the old Kogadel Empire were just a boring movie for Blog. He was tired of it all, and the next information was what Blog had been looking forward to for a long time.

Blog read the lines of delightful text.

The Order Bureau's exploration of the etheric world is still continuing, and the exploration of the terminal world Aurora is progressing as planned. At present, with the help of the sublimation furnace core, several probes have been sent to the coordinates of Aurora. It is expected that in a while, information will be transmitted back to reveal the veil of this mysterious world.

Closing the file, Blogo raised his head and closed his eyes.

He looked forward to that mysterious world and all the things that exist in the new world, whether good or bad.

Attracted by this goal, Blogo often felt that the world he was in and the current material world had become pale and boring.

The sense of alienation from the world troubled Blogo for a few days, but soon, these troubles were gone, and there was only a deeper connection between Blogo and this world.

Thinking of this, Blogo put the file in the drawer, stood up, moved his stiff body, and then rubbed his face vigorously, trying to make the cold and numb nerves become soft and warm again.

"Oh?"

Berogo lowered his head. He was so focused on his work that he didn't realize that he hadn't changed his clothes yet.

He was wearing a black suit with a tie around his neck. He looked very serious and solemn, as if he was going to an important occasion.

Berogo's appearance was almost the same as usual. As a guy who cared more about his image, whether he went to a bar, went to work, or took a knife to kill, he always dressed very decently.

But friends who were familiar with Berogo could tell the difference between him and usual from some details of Berogo.

In normal times, no matter how serious and solemn Berogo dressed, he looked like a mourner, as if he was going to someone's funeral, and time was very tight, and he looked anxious, as if he had to go to the next funeral after attending the funeral of this unlucky guy.

Under the serious black, Berogo had an insoluble gloom and austerity.

But this time it was different. Blogo had a faint smile on his face, and he was very relaxed, like a bowstring that had been relaxed, soft and light.

He untied his tie and hung it aside, took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair, then pushed open the half-closed door and walked out of the study.

After a short pause at the door, Blogo looked around, and everything was still familiar.

There were still some differences.

After some "using public power for personal gain" operations, Blogo bought the apartment he had lived in for many years... not just this one, but the entire building.

Blogo did not fill the entire building with his own rooms as Palmer said, sleeping in a different room every day, and not repeating the same room for a week.

Based on the original foundation of the apartment, Blogo broke through several walls and expanded the area of ​​the apartment several times. After the secondary renovation, it can be said that this is a small palace hidden in the building.

But even if it can be called a small palace, Blogo's range of activities is still the original area of ​​the apartment, and it remains the same as it was in his memory. The only difference is that Palmer's bedroom was converted into a study by Blogo, which is where he just worked.

As for Palmer, after his wedding with Wolsilin was held in the Morning Breeze Fortress a month ago, Palmer moved out.

Speaking of moving out...

Blogo lowered his head and looked at the ground under his feet. Blogo could clearly feel several weak ether reactions coming from the first floor.

Palmer moved downstairs to live with Wolsilin. In theory, he was still Blogo's roommate, but the scope of sharing the rent changed from a normal apartment to a whole building, and he usually had to shout to say hello.

Not bad, Blogo is still with his friends, but there is a proper distance between them, and more importantly, they all have their own lives.

"Come to think of it, I thought you would return to the Morrowind Fortress, where the environment is much better than here."

During the dinner today, Blogo also talked about this with Palmer.

"No."

"What's wrong?" Blogo asked again, "Hasn't your relationship with Vaughn eased? Why don't you want to go home?"

"This has nothing to do with easing the relationship."

Palmer put on a melancholy look and explained patiently, "My father and I are only suitable to be friends, not father and son."

"Huh?"

"We can still miss each other when we don't see each other normally, and we can chat happily when we meet unexpectedly, but once he and I are in the same space for more than a week, we start to dislike each other, and then all the trouble will break out."

"Just like there is suddenly one more male lion in the lion group... Everyone may not be fighting for the distribution rights of the lionesses, but simply dislike each other."

Palmer shook the wine glass, "So distance creates beauty."

After speaking, Palmer smiled warmly, patted Blogo's shoulder vigorously, and whispered.

"Don't think about these boring things, Blogo, it's time to enjoy your wedding."

Wedding, yes, wedding...

Blogo blinked. He obviously didn't drink much alcohol today, and as the Supreme, he couldn't be easily affected by alcohol, but now he still felt a little confused, like a dream, and everything in the present was unreal.

"Are you in a daze?"

The voice broke into Blogo's mind. Blogo turned his head and saw Amy lying lazily on the sofa with his head out.

Although Amy looked tired, there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She had taken off the heavy and troublesome wedding dress, revealing a close-fitting and light skirt. In order to make herself more comfortable, she unzipped the back zipper, and the skirt was half hanging on her body.

The high heels were casually taken off to one side, and her hair was simply tied up. Amy turned over. In order to maintain her dignity today, she felt like she was wearing heavy shackles, and her whole body was in pain.

Fortunately, this cumbersome ceremony finally ended, and I was spared. I fell on the sofa, my consciousness hovering between wakefulness and sleep.

"I... I'm a little."

Berogo responded belatedly. He was indeed a little sluggish, like a slow-reacting child.

He is not like this usually.

Berogo sat down next to Amy. He tried to accept the softness of the sofa, but his body was still inexplicably straightened, and all the muscles in his body were tense together, like a stiff corpse, with blood coagulated in his body, unable to move.

The sound of gentle breathing sounded beside Berogo. Amy changed his posture, took out the remote control from the gap of the sofa, and turned on the TV.

After a few seconds, a slightly noisy sound broke the peace, and colorful glimmers were projected from the screen and fell on Berogo.

Berogo relaxed a lot. He accepted the tranquility, just like before, fell down lightly, raised his feet, and put them on the coffee table in front of him.

Under the glass layer of the coffee table, the war sand table that Blogo brought was still placed, but what was depicted inside was no longer the sand table of the Fall of the Holy City, but a miniature model of the City of Oath, Opus.

This was made by Blogo himself. With the world's top power of control, he often fiddled with many small objects and carefully carved them into extremely delicate miniature models.

This made Blogo very relaxed and felt very accomplished.

Although the living room remained the same, with Palmer moving away, there were still many familiar things missing, but apart from that, Blogo could still see many familiar traces, which made him feel at ease.

Amy squinted his eyes and looked at the program on TV. Blogo felt that the atmosphere was a little too quiet, so he tried to bring up the topic.

"Do you like this program?"

The way Blogo brought up the topic was still very rough.

"No," Amy confessed, "I just think it's too quiet, so I want to make some noise."

After that, she turned her head and looked at Blogo, "You should have similar feelings, right?"

"What feelings?"

"The loneliness after the carnival."

Aimu looked serious, "Everyone gets together to celebrate something, cheering and rejoicing. It's a great time... But such a time will always end. Everyone will go home, and those who stay will have to deal with the mess left behind, and then enjoy the afterglow of the carnival."

She blinked, "It is said that people often feel lonely and sad after such a happy afterglow. It's really strange... What do you think?"

"A little."

Bologo carefully experienced his mood. In the mess and complexity, he vaguely felt a little sadness, but soon this sadness was replaced by another emotion.

"But... Speaking of the mess..."

Bologo frowned, looking distressed. He seemed to want to accuse something, but thinking of today's extremely important day, he forced himself to be more tolerant and sighed helplessly.

"Oh, yes, and the mess."

Thinking of the mess, Amy's expression twisted, "It's so late, there shouldn't be a cleaner, right?"

"I'll hire a cleaner tomorrow," Blogo complained in a low voice, "Damn Serre, he said so nice things when he left, I thought I wouldn't see him for at least a few hundred years..."

When he said goodbye to the Undead Club before, Blogo really felt a little sad about the parting, but no one expected that on the day of the wedding, Serre and his group of undead suddenly appeared like uninvited guests.

Yes, the times have changed. Thousands of years ago, everyone had to rely on carriages to go out, and letters were needed to communicate. In that era when information exchange was extremely scarce, the world was extremely vast.

So vast that it was despairing.

But now it's different. Advanced technology has brought people from all over the world together closely. The once vast world has now become extremely small, and people are crowded together.

After the solemn wedding, according to the procedure, Blog invited everyone to his home to start a more relaxed celebration. Serre lived up to everyone's expectations and vomited all over the floor during the drinking contest with Palmer.

Blog felt sorry for the carpet he had just bought, and even more sorry for the floor that collapsed and cracked due to the revelry of this group of psychopaths. At the climax of joy, someone stepped on the floor and cracked it, and took several unlucky people with him to the next floor.

This is how the Condensers are. Every move will lead to unpredictable effects.

"Hahaha."

Thinking of what happened not long ago, Amy laughed non-stop.

Blog seemed to be infected by the laughter, and laughed twice, sighing, "Thank you so much to Palmer."

Palmer held a wedding before Blog, which was also presided over by Nathanil. Taking Palmer as an example, Blog successfully avoided many tedious links.

That's true. Palmer comes from an ancient supernatural family, so it's inevitable that there are some red tape. Blog and Aimu are both afraid of trouble. Under their strong request, everything is kept simple.

Naisaniel was a little disappointed.

"You are the only supreme being in the world, the absolute master. As long as you move your fingers, you can easily flatten the city. With a tyrannical order, you can change the kingship..."

Naisaniel used all the words to describe Blog's strength and dignity.

"Blog, if you want, you will become the real and only master of this world."

"So?"

Blog didn't feel the slightest bit about all this, not even a moment of heartbeat.

"So, I think that as an important person like you, the important occasions in your life should be made more grand, a century ceremony..."

"Okay, okay, stop it!" Bolog couldn't stand it anymore, "What are you doing? Can you make a documentary for me and broadcast it on TV?"

"It's not impossible."

"Stop it! Nathanir!"

Berlog felt that Nathanir was just teasing him... Or maybe he really intended to do so, and use him to advertise his wedding company.

He is worthy of being a member of the Order Bureau. Professionalism in work is not divided by industry.

Without any twists and turns, everything ended so smoothly today. When he thought of this, Bolog felt relieved and his tense nerves relaxed.

Amy suddenly said, "I thought something unexpected would happen today."

"What?"

"Nothing, I just feel that my luck is a little too good these days, a little too unrealistic and unreal. According to Palmer's law of conservation of luck, the bad time should be just around the corner."

Amy changed his tone and smiled, "But now it seems that good luck is still protecting us."

Berogo said, "Well... maybe we will be in big trouble when we wake up tomorrow?"

"That's tomorrow's business, it's enough to have a smooth day today."

"You are really optimistic."

Berogo let out a long breath, and the two of them fell silent, with only the sound coming from the TV in the room.

It was already late at night, and most TV programs had ended. The ones that were still playing were some boring and even sleep-inducing programs.

"It's really a little unreal."

Berogo said slowly, "Who among us could have imagined that our lives would come to this point now?"

"It's okay, I think everything is still as planned." Amy showed a sly smile.

"Haha."

Boluogo laughed twice, and then remembered what Aimu had just mentioned, "The loneliness after the carnival... I often felt like this before."

"oh?"

Aimu's eyes sparkled, "I thought your daily life was like that of an ascetic, and there was no so-called carnival."

"No, my understanding of 'carnival' is different from what everyone knows."

Burlogo continued, "When Palmer and I were together, we would often watch movies together."

"I know that."

“Some movies are so bad that we just want them to end and curse while watching them, but some movies are so great that they make us cry and we wish they would never end.”

Burlogo sighed, "But the movie will always end, and when the whole play finally comes into view, both Palmer and I will feel a little sad."

"And this sadness is not limited to movies, even books can bring the same feeling, it seems that everything that can temporarily detach ourselves from 'reality', when it is over, when we return to the real reality, We all feel sad and sad.”

Aimu tried to understand Boluogo's words, "It's like saying goodbye to a group of good friends."

"Yes."

"But you have to know, Boluogo, even if the movies and books are over, you can still look back on them and watch them again countless times as long as you want."

"But the end of the story is right there. No matter how many times I start over, everything in the story is still fixed. There is no way forward and no place behind."

Bologg stretched out his hand and gently hugged Aimu. The two were close to each other, feeling each other's warmth. Amidst the gentle breathing, Bologg looked at the TV, and the two people were faintly reflected on the screen. human gesture.

"But, luckily, life is very different."

Boluogo murmured to himself, "The movie is over, the movie is over, but our lives will continue. The carnival now is over, but in the near future, there will be more carnivals waiting for us."

"When I thought about this, I comforted myself that the current loneliness was for the even more crazy joy in the future. At the same time, I also fantasized that the stories that ended were not really over. They were somewhere I couldn't see. , the people in the story, like us, are still going on with their lives.”

Aimu was slightly surprised and looked at him curiously, "I didn't expect you to be so optimistic."

"Palmer told me, he said... He said that at the end of the etheric world, he saw countless worlds, worlds that were completely different but somewhat similar.

Palmer didn't feel anything at the time, but later, he fantasized that perhaps there were many worlds and many lives out there that we couldn't see, and they were still moving forward steadily. "

Boluoge walked out of the loneliness little by little, with a smile on his face, "After knowing all this, I will feel very comforted, knowing that everyone is still living happily, and the tired and heavy body will also change." Gotta lighten up.”

"It's great, like a beautiful expectation."

"Yes, it is not only an expectation, but also a blessing. Even if we cannot see or touch it, we hope that the beauty of the world will come to each other."

Aimu looked up at the sky, but the dim ceiling blocked her view.

"Boluogo, in fact, from other people's perspective, we are also a group of friends who have been bid farewell," Aimu thought, "Just like Sere, he must be a little reluctant to leave when he leaves. Even Palmer, Even if he lives very close, he will probably miss the joy just now. "

She said, "When we feel sad about our loneliness, others will feel the same emotion for us."

"I agree with your idea, but there is one thing I need to correct," Boluogo said with a smile. "Serre and Palmer should still be asleep now, and they will probably wake up tomorrow morning... Speaking of which, this is alcohol. The purpose of this is to help everyone avoid the stage of random thoughts after the carnival. When you wake up, except for the headache, it is a brand new day. "

"Ah...is that so?"

Aimu recalled the weak look when the two left. It seemed that Boluogo was right. These two guys needed at least one night to wake up.

Tranquility once again descended on this tranquility. Boluogo felt a little sleepy, and he guessed that Aimu was too.

Boluogo was about to get up, clean up briefly, and then fall asleep, but then Aimu suddenly asked.

"I suddenly had a strange feeling."

"How does it feel?"

"Well... how should I put it? After tonight, when we open our eyes again, everything will be completely different."

"Really? I don't think there is any difference," Bologo gently rubbed the ring on his finger. "This is a ceremony, using clear rituals and oaths to prove the close relationship between you and me, so when we When we open our eyes again, we may be different, but I think more of it will still be the same.”

"Can't you just say we're getting married?"

Boluogo's expression was dull for a moment, and he said sheepishly, "Huh? You know, I'm a little reserved and shy."

"So you need to use these ambiguous, strange, and incomprehensible words to explain your shy and reserved thoughts in a roundabout way?"

Aimu said dissatisfied, "This will only make people confused? It's like discussing some philosophical issue with a neurotic."

"Okay, okay, I'll try to change it...probably."

Aimu stretched out her hand, spread her five fingers, and looked at the ring that Boluogo gave her. Plans 1 and 2 were both worn on the ring finger, but they did not appear cumbersome or crowded.

"I have heard from many people that everyone is more or less afraid of marriage, as if they are bound, and as if they are showing their most vulnerable side to others. On the one hand, they enjoy this intimate relationship, and on the other hand, they bring Be a little wary, afraid of betrayal and harm by the other party. "

"Really?" Boluogo shook his head, "I don't know much about this."

"I don't understand either. I just listened to what others said." Aimu turned to look at Boluogo. "Besides, your reaction is really calm."

"What's wrong?"

"There was no uneasiness or fear, and no obvious ecstasy. It was just like going through the motions."

"I rarely express my emotions," Bologo disagreed. "Furthermore, I feel that the relationship between us has actually been established and has been established for a long time. Today's things are just of secular significance. It’s just a complete recognition of this relationship.”

Aimu shouted, "Look! Look! You're talking like this again!"

Boluogo looked embarrassed. Although he said he wanted to change, his personality has been like this for many years. Even a professional would find it difficult to change his occupational disease in a short period of time.

So Borogo continued to elaborate on the idea in his own style.

"So for me, what I am experiencing has started a long time ago. Even if I am scared and excited, I have experienced it a long time ago."

Boluogo paused and looked at the TV screen in front of him, as if talking to himself in front of the mirror.

"Yes, everything started a long time ago and was completed a long time ago. After what I have experienced today, the reason why I am so calm may be because I feel that I have a chance to win."

"Ha? Ha!" Aimu complained, "Why did you issue a declaration of victory!"

"Sorry, sorry," Boluogo said with a smile, "I'm sorry. I'm not as happy as a monkey today. You must be very disappointed."

"Well... that's not true. After all, you are such a guy. If you go further, it will be a bit difficult for you."

Aimu sighed helplessly. Neither of them moved. They still fell leisurely on the sofa in a comfortable posture. After a long time, even the midnight program ended and it turned into a vast expanse of white. Snowflakes, leaving only quiet and low noise echoing.

She asked curiously, "What will it be like tomorrow? Borlogo."

"As always, we will be happier, we may be sad, but we will still move forward unswervingly."

"What about the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow? What about next week, next month, next year?"

This time Aimu didn't wait for Boluogo's answer. She started to ask and answer questions to herself, "You said before that you would imagine what happens to the characters in the story after the story ends. In fact, I have thought about similar things, but not in the story. not the people around me, even the people on the street that I don’t know.”

"I imagine, what will they do next? What will they experience?"

Aimu paused, looked into Boluogo's eyes, and asked, "What's our story after this?"

Burlogo replied curtly, "Day after day."

"What about after that?"

Boluogo was silent for a moment and answered seriously.

“We will remain so in the years after that, until we become part of eternity in this long and short time.”

"Is that so? That sounds much more reassuring."

Aimu closed his eyes as he spoke, moved to the sofa, and whispered, "I'm sleepy."

"Good night."

Boluogo said and closed his eyes.