Endless Debt

"Okay, okay, the actual situation is. While you were sleeping, Lebius came."

Palmer was in a wheelchair, with Burlogo pushing him behind him.

Unlike Boluogo, who completely healed himself after resurrection, Palmer was still injured, and even with the treatment of alchemical potions, it would take a period of time to recover.

I heard from him that when he was fighting to the death with Thorndike, Palmer was being chased by a group of ghouls. In order to kill these ghouls, he almost drained his own ether.

Originally, after a fierce battle, Palmer miraculously only suffered minor injuries, but when Bologna passed out, in order to prevent himself from falling to the bottom, he pulled himself hard... and sprained his ankle by the way.

This was the most serious injury Palmer suffered during the entire battle.

"While you were being treated, I was hanging on the sling bottle, enjoying the medicine given by the nurses, and then being interrogated by Lebius."

In fact, it was just an action report, but anyone who was stared at by Lebius felt like he was being interrogated.

"Reporting action?"

Boluogo was confused. This was a personal grudge, and he had never mentioned it to Lebius at all.

When he woke up, Boluogo's biggest doubt was actually why he was in a nursing home. In his opinion, his actions that night violated many regulations of the Field Service Department. He thought he would wake up in prison and stay for a while. After interrogation, he was sent to prison.

"Yes, report on the operation. I don't know what happened, but it seems that our battle that night was classified as an operation of the special operations group." Palmer thought for a while, "Maybe it was to protect us."

shelter?

Would Lebius do such a thing? Boluogo didn't know. In fact, he didn't know Lebius very well.

It is always difficult to understand a person. No one knows what is under his mask... maybe it will be another mask.

The two stopped in a corner of the garden. Burlogo sat on a bench. Palmer turned his wheelchair and sat directly opposite Burlogo.

"Who knows if it was cover-up or what? Anyway, he took out a stack of documents in front of me, and the procedures were complete... I suspect that this guy has been planning for a long time, as if he guessed that you would take revenge on your own."

Thinking of this, Palmer had nothing but admiration for Lebius, who was worthy of being his boss.

"Then how did you report it?"

Boluogo looked at the flowers and plants around him. After staying in the gloomy Opos for a long time, seeing these bright colors always makes people feel reassured.

"Tell the truth."

Palmer waved his hand.

"I told you everything I know, from the time I met you on the road and was guided by you to chase the train." After talking about this, Palmer realized the suspicion belatedly, "Wait a minute, how did you know so clearly? Do you know the location of the train? Even the crow's nest has not been investigated."

After Burlogo passed out, Palmer staggered around the scene for a while.

He saw those ferocious and weird ghouls, and also saw Thorndike who was beaten to death by Boluogo. The guy was so bloody that Palmer could not see his face clearly, but not long after, Palmer Ermo saw the secret sword lying aside.

In the Bureau of Order, the Secret Sword is not only a symbol of the enemy's identity, but also an important trophy. It was not until then that Palmer realized that the two of them were actually facing a believer holding a Secret Sword... Well, in fact, only Borogo faced it alone.

The cold wind blew by, and Palmer felt a sense of coldness and fear, but after giving Thorndike's body a few kicks, his fear disappeared.

Palmer pulled away.

Looking at the mountains of philosopher's stones and liquid potions, Palmer repeatedly opened and closed the carriage door. After confirming several times that it was not an illusion, he looked at the long carriage behind him.

This...is this the King's Secret Sword's house confiscated?

At that moment, even Palmer, who was born into an extraordinary noble family, experienced what it meant to be a so-called nouveau riche.

"I have my own methods, don't underestimate the experts."

Burlogo did not intend to tell Palmer about the tyrant. There was some vague connection between the debtor and the devil. Once Palmer knew about the existence of the tyrant, he might also step into the frame of the true lie. in the trap.

"Well, you're the expert after all."

Palmer did not continue to ask. Everyone must have some secrets. If Boluogo was unwilling to tell, there was no need for him to press on.

Anyway, everything is over, just like the old story, they killed the enemy and escaped unscathed. The time in the border sanatorium can be regarded as a vacation. There is nothing better than this.

"Wow, this place is really nice. There are beautiful girls everywhere. Just looking at it from a distance is satisfying."

Palmer looked around, clutching his chest, "I feel like my soul has been healed."

Bologg also looked around. He was not as excited as Palmer, but Bologg did feel tranquility and peace, followed by an unreal sense of illusion.

His name is Borogo Lazarus, and he lives in the Opus Shembe District of Oath City. He works for the special operations team of the Field Department of the Order and Security Bureau of the Rhine League. His daily job is to chop people, kill demons, and maintain relationships. He doesn't smoke or drink much. His hobbies are music and movies. When he gets up every day, he listens to the program "Grey Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers" hosted by Dudel.

Boluogo felt that he was normal... normal as shit.

This hellish life has been going on for too long, and even he has been deceived. Now he is completely relaxed. He doesn't need to chop people, and he doesn't have to worry about being hacked. Boluoge is actually a little scared while enjoying the peace.

I'm afraid I'll sink into it...but sometimes it's good to just take a break like this.

Thinking of this, Boluogo touched his chest. The cross necklace was still there, which brought him a sense of peace of mind.

He imitated Palmer, his eyes wandered, and fell on a girl not far away.

She was an eye-catching girl, with long platinum hair tied into a bun on the back of her head, and her neck as white as a swan. Standing in the sun, she seemed to be shining.

Her back was to Bologg, and Bologg couldn't see her face. She was wearing a dark green cloak and windbreaker. This dress seemed a little unfitting. It seemed a bit too big for a girl. She was like a clothes hanger. He could barely hold up the dress and block his figure.

For a moment, Boluogo had a strange guess. Maybe the girl was an elf from the dense forest. She needed to wear loose clothes to hide herself in the human world.

Raising his hand, the exposed arms were hidden under black ice sleeves and gloves. Looking down, the ankles exposed under the cloak and coat were also black, as if they were wearing stockings.

Boluogo's leisurely eyes gradually became serious.

"Bologo!"

A low shout interrupted Boluogo's thoughts. Palmer stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled his head back, making his eyes fall on Palmer's face.

"What are you doing! Bologo!"

Palmer looked nervous, and Burlogo couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Appreciation, do you know what appreciation is? Your eyes are already a bit obscene!"

Palmer's tone has begun to twist. He never thought that his cold killer partner would actually have such a side. Although everyone likes beautiful girls, they must abide by the bottom line. It is not good to influence her.

Palmer is always talking nonsense, but after all, he was born into the Clerks family. This guy attaches great importance to these things. He often says that although times have changed, etiquette must still be observed, otherwise there will be no difference between us and savages.

Boluoge also felt the gazes coming from all around, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I get it now."

Burlogo replied indifferently that he did not want to tangle with Palmer on this topic.

"Tell me, do you like that kind of thing?"

Palmer suddenly stood up from the wheelchair on one leg, sat on the bench, put his arm around Bologna's shoulders, and asked in a very serious tone, completely different from the elegant gentleman just now.

Palmer saw the girl too, even if he didn't want to, she was sparkling in the sun.

"In terms of long legs, Bailey still has to do it. If you are willing to let her experiment on you, she might actually wear stockings to show you."

Palmer seduced. Mastering Bailey means mastering a steady stream of alchemical equipment. Palmer has never forgotten this. As long as he sacrifices a mere man, the special operations team can become a nouveau riche in the field department. .

Bologg was silent.

Palmer also fell silent.

The silence lasted for half a minute, and Palmer's eyes gradually became weird. Who knows what kind of structure his brain was. He seemed to have discovered a shocking secret, and his voice was cautious and hesitant.

"Good boy, I thought only weapons and corpses could make your brain secrete dopamine."

Burlogo kicked Palmer off the bench. He whined and then tried to crawl back to the wheelchair on the ground.

With this kick, Boluoge felt much better. He turned his head and tried to look for the girl, but found that she had already disappeared.

Burlogo was indeed looking at the girl's "silk stockings," but unlike Palmer's obscene thoughts, Burlogo felt something familiar from those "silk stockings."

The deep black reminded him of the alchemical material covering the ghost's body, and the girl's limbs seemed to be wrapped in a layer of iron-weary paint.

Boluogo quickly put these thoughts out of his mind. He decided to borrow some books about alchemical materials after leaving here, maybe he could find some clues.

"But...there was only one prayer escort? I always felt that the operation that night went too smoothly."

Looking back now, Boluogo felt that there was another conspiracy hidden under the conspiracy. After fighting for so long, no reinforcements from the King's Secret Sword arrived.

Although the train had safely left Opos at that time, Boluogo always felt that something was wrong.

"There was more than one prayer believer. During our operation, a small team was captured in the city of Lebius. They were composed of several sublimation practitioners and prayer believers. I guess they were reinforcements. Unfortunately, they were unlucky to encounter Liebius. Bius.”

Palmer added, "You can go read the action report afterwards."

"Lebius? Capture?"

Boluogo's mind was not on that team, but that they were captured by Lebius, that Lebius with a cane and a wheelchair?

He still remembered the day when the members of the special operations team introduced each other and got to know each other. Lebius also said with certainty that he would not participate in field operations.

"Oh, yes, this is considered a major event for the field department, but you just woke up and I haven't had time to tell you."

So many things happened in the past two days that Palmer didn't know which one to mention first.

"Lebius is back, literally back, reorganized into the field department. While we are chasing the train, he is also in action, together with his partner."

"Jeffrey?" Boluogo felt that as soon as he woke up, the world had changed.

"Yes, now everyone is saying that the two evil spirits from the Field Service Department are back."

Palmer waved his hands excitedly. He had been hired a few years before Burlogo and was well aware of the rumors surrounding the field department.

"Lebius of the pack of wolves, Jeffrey of the tiger's eyes."

There are still 12 chapters left in this volume, which are expected to be completed in 6 days. The final chapter, epilogue, and reflections will be posted together.