Endless Debt

This is not the first time that Boluogo and Lebius have met. He had fought against Lebius as early as during the assessment, but Lebius was controlling the Blade Bite Wolf at that time. It was just a puppet. This time Boluogo saw Lebius's appearance with his own eyes.

Somewhat surprising.

In Jeffrey's words, Lebius should be an extremely terrifying and unpredictable guy. Coupled with the weird feeling during the assessment, Boluogo had already pictured Lebius's appearance in his mind.

A cunning and cunning guy, but he never imagined that the real Lebius looked like this, a sick and disabled person.

"Lebius..." Boluogo whispered his name, dragged the chair from the side, and sat down at the other end of the desk.

Bologo looked at Lebius warily.

He did not look down upon Lebius because he was a disabled person, but instead faced Lebius more vigilantly. After all, Bologo didn't think that he could become the head of this so-called special operations group with a disabled body. This is what Lebius sees it as.

These are a group of beings who wield extraordinary power. No one can guess what kind of cards they hold.

"You are my boss, I am your employee...what should I do next?" Boluogo asked first.

Lebius paused for a few seconds. Unlike Jeffrey, a superb person, he was not very good at talking, and Boluogo could feel it.

"There are no tasks for the moment, and the special operations group is still under construction," Lebius said with a hint of regret. "The special operations group is mainly composed of debtors, and reliable debtors are not easy to find."

"Why are you obsessed with debtors?"

Boluogo asked. From Yas's attitude, he could feel that the Bureau of Order was very wary of debtors, but this Lebius in front of him wanted to use debtors to form an action team.

"Because of your 'gift', which is a deceitful power that is independent of the 'alchemy matrix', the debtor will be an unexpected force in action, and in a dangerous and desperate situation, it will be the chance of a comeback."

"It sounds like the ones I'll be doing in the future will be suicide missions," Bologo said.

"Indeed, to be precise, the tasks performed by all the operations teams of the Field Support Department are extremely dangerous, otherwise Jeffrey would not have applied to be transferred to the Logistics Department."

Lebius said as he glanced at Jeffrey, who smiled awkwardly.

"Of course, debtors who can be trusted are extremely precious resources. We will use you carefully." Lebius said frankly.

"Aren't you afraid that I will lose control? After all, you put me in a dark prison with your own hands," Boluogo's voice was filled with chills. "Or maybe you made a deal with the devil, couldn't bear the mania, and started to eat other people's food. Souls… and stuff like that.”

He wanted to know how on earth the Bureau of Order could control itself if the debtor was so dangerous.

"Don't be afraid, because if you lose control, it means you are an enemy of the Bureau of Order. Even if you have an immortal body, you can be rendered powerless, right? For example, you can be poured into cement or sink into the deep sea."

Regarding Boluogo's question, Lebius seemed to have expected it. He answered calmly. From the moment they met, his mood seemed to have no fluctuations, like a cold machine.

"That's not enough of a threat."

Bologo said that he wanted to know what kind of restrictions the Bureau of Order would impose on himself, collars or shackles, which would determine their future relationship.

Jeffrey looked a little panicked on the sidelines. He could smell the anger in the conversation and tried to smooth things over, but the two people were somewhat crazy and he couldn't join the conversation at all.

After a few seconds of silence, Lebius raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He seemed to be smiling, but paired with his sickly face, it only made people chill.

"Bologo Lazarus...you are a person with 'desires'."

Lebius muttered to himself, opened the drawer, took out a document from it, and glanced at it.

"People with 'desires' tend to be very manipulative... No, this is not considered manipulation, but a win-win situation."

He handed the document to Borogo and continued.

"From the beginning, the Order Bureau was not prepared to place any restrictions on you. There are no shackles or shackles. All that is needed is agreement in the general direction.

We need you, the debtor, to perform our tasks and satisfy our 'desires', and accordingly, we will satisfy your 'desires'.

We don't even need you to agree with our ideas. If you talk about ideas and morals, it will make us suspicious. All we need is a sharp sword that can cut off the enemy's head when necessary. That is enough.

As long as... you are willing to abide by our rules and not break our order. "

This is like a fair deal, both parties are mutually satisfied. Bologg needs freedom to do what he wants. The Bureau of Order can give him freedom, but they need Bologg to kill enemies for them.

"Only those who have no desires need shackles. After all, no one knows whether these idle guys will be content with silence, or whether they will do something ridiculous to make their rotten hearts rise and fall. matter."

Lebius added, he seemed to remember some bad past events and frowned slightly.

Boluogo didn't respond. He stopped talking from the moment he took the document. His eyes were firmly locked on the information on the document, and his breathing was slightly rapid.

"How is this going?"

Boluogo looked at Lebius with a gloomy face.

"I read your action report and found that you were pursuing an extraordinary crime, so I checked the relevant files for you," Lebius smiled, "I take very good care of my subordinates."

"What is this so-called 'human addiction'?"

A voice full of malice was squeezed out from between Boluogo's teeth. Jeffrey, who heard "people-loving" on the side, also changed his expression slightly, as if the meaning behind this word was very bad.

"A group that has emerged in Opos in recent years. The main project of the group... You should understand from his name. They secretly sublimate ordinary people, plunder their souls, and make philosopher stones. , and then sell it to the demons lurking in the city at a high price."

Lebius said slowly.

"The Bureau of Order's manpower is limited, coupled with the chaos in Opos, countless strangers come here every day, bringing new disasters. We didn't pay much attention to this group at first, until their scale began to increase recently. improve dramatically."

Boluogo didn't speak and continued to look through the files. A lot of familiar information appeared in front of him. Most of the people had become dead, and there was also a picture of Father Doron.

When he turned to the end, what caught Bologo's eyes was a black and white photo, a name, and a scrawled text.

"The Bureau of Order also has hostile organizations. We suspect that 'Anthropophilia' is funded by our hostile organization. If they are allowed to continue to develop, it will inevitably destroy the balance of Opos. Therefore, we have decided to investigate 'Anthroposophy' in the near future. 'Let's do it."

Lebius turned to look at Boluogo, observed his reaction, and said gradually.

"Berogo Lazarus, I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Just like I asked you in the assessment, why are you obsessed with the idea that good and evil will be rewarded, and you said that this is an established axiom and iron law."

He looked at Boluogo with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to eat Boluogo, and his eyes greedily took Boluogo completely into his sight.

"I like your explanation. Many things don't need a reason."

Boluogo faced those sword-like eyes without dodge.

The office fell into silence. This silence did not last long. Bologg leaned back on his chair and relaxed himself completely. He took a long breath, picked up the document, turned to the last page, and looked at the words on it. Photos and names.

Everything in the dark cell flashed before my eyes, the devil's debt, the unknown mystery, the fiery revenge...

"It was an offer too good to refuse."

Bologger laughed.

He looked at the photo on the file and said, "This person...do you want him alive or dead?"

"Alive," Lebius added, "just alive, we need to pry out more information about 'Humanophilia' from his mouth."

Boluogo took a deep breath and looked at Lebius with a different look.

As he said, the Bureau of Order does not need to control itself, their goals are the same.

Boluogo needs to make those greedy demons pay the price, and this is what the Bureau of Order desires. Boluogo wants to find the damn devil and redeem his soul. The Bureau of Order also has the same wish and vows to The devil is banished from the human world forever.

From this perspective, their interests are almost identical.

"What kind of operations will we be responsible for when our special operations organization is completed?" Bologo asked.

"Did Jeffrey give you the badge?" Lebius did not answer the question.

Hearing this, Bologo took out the badge from his pocket, with a meteor twisted into a vortex engraved on it.

"This thing is called Rupert's Tears. It is a tadpole-shaped glass that solidifies when molten glass is dropped into cold water, just like a teardrop."

As he spoke, Lebius took out a Rupert's Tear. The transparent teardrop had a slender tail, which was the trace left before solidification.

"It has very wonderful characteristics. For example, the 'teardrop' part can withstand greater pressure than normal glass, but once you gently touch its 'tail', the extremely strong 'teardrop' will instantly collapse."

Lebius gently crushed the tail of the teardrop, and an imperceptible cracking sound sounded. In the blink of an eye, the solid and transparent teardrop was filled with countless cracks and collapsed.

"'Rupert's Tail', this is the code name of our special operations group. We will be the sharpest sword and hit the enemy's 'tail' accurately."

Lebius elaborated.

Bologg stared at the powder that shattered into dust on the table, and then turned to look at the badge. Only then did he realize that what was engraved on it was not a shooting star, but Rupert's Tears that was swallowed by the vortex.

"I don't seem to have any problems."

Boluogo thought for a while, looked at the papers scattered on the table and the pen beside him, and asked.

"So...where do I sign?"