Endless Debt

"Boluogo, you will encounter this kind of thing sooner or later. We are all immortals. No one can accompany us to the end. In the end, we are the only ones."

Sere's depressed mood did not last long. The undead man had learned how to regulate his emotions over a long period of time, so he always looked overly happy, fearing that sadness would catch up with him.

After glancing at Boluogo, Sere changed the topic to Boluogo.

"What about you? It's been a while since you became an immortal. How does it feel?"

"I'm okay...at least I feel quite happy now." Boluogo said.

"What you said is like a beggar who gets a little food and feels that he is the happiest person in the world." Sere saw Boluogo through at a glance. "If someone loves you, then she should want you to It will be happier.”

Happier?

Boluogo was a little confused. Judging from his experience, this kind of thing was indeed too far away and unfamiliar to Boluogo.

He was released from prison a year ago, lived a barely peaceful life, and then embarked on the road of revenge. It was only at this moment that Boluogo could rest and come here to have a drink and relax.

If you think about it carefully, Bologo's life is quite busy. He rarely takes a break. Even if he has free time, he just lies at home, listens to music and reads books. In this gloomy city, Bologo's friends Not much.

Seeing that Boluogo couldn't understand him and couldn't give a clear answer, Sere didn't continue to dwell on this topic, but went back to what he said before.

"But, there are some exceptions among the undead. For example, is there another undead who is willing to stay with us until the end?"

"You want to find an undead wife?" Only then did Bologo realize his intention.

"I just thought about this. After all, it is difficult for two people to fall in love, let alone between immortals. We are all old monsters who have lived for who knows how long, and their moods have long been different."

Sere said this, but Boluogo believed that this guy must have taken action, and the result was obvious. Now he can only stay together in this mentally retarded paradise.

Boluogo really wanted to hear this story.

"Old monsters can't confess their bad hearts, but it's good to be friends and live together." Sere concluded.

The drinking party went on for a while, and Boluogo didn't drink too much. Even if he was celebrating, he would not overindulge himself. He stopped after drinking a few drinks and felt drunk. However, Palmer behaved again with a look of drunkenness. Collapsed by way of alcohol poisoning.

In the evening, Sere went to pole dancing part-time, smelling of alcohol. Bologg didn't know where Palmer's house was, but he got along quite well with these undead, so Bologg found a guest room. He threw Palmer in and went home.

Time returned to the present. Boluogo washed his face, put on his clothes after waking up, and looked at the calendar. Today is the last day of vacation. He will return to work tomorrow. It is best to solve everything today.

Burlogo did not go out immediately, but turned on the radio and listened to Dudel's familiar voice and bursts of music. He sat down at the table and picked up the diary given to him by Adele.

Perhaps thinking of the diary as a connection between himself and Adele, Boluogo wrote a large piece of the diary eloquently.

Looking at the diary, Boluogo remembered something and opened the drawer. There were some messy things in it, but in Boluogo's opinion, it was his souvenir collection cabinet.

The half-pack of cigarettes that was unfinished during the revenge period, the claw hammer from his first mission, which still had dried blood on it, and... there was also a ticket.

Tickets for The Prowling Rat.

Boluogo is still not sure whether what he saw is the end of the story, but it is over anyway.

Thinking of this, Boluogo sincerely thanked the logistics department.

In the stormy night, Boluogo made a good chop, but he left behind a mess all over the ground and a mountain of corpses. When the rain stopped at dawn, this would definitely cause panic in the whole city. Fortunately, these were ferried out early in the morning. Cleaning up, they also wrote a news release stating that it was a conflict between multiple gangs.

But no matter how hard they tried to cover it up, so many people still died after all. Citizens commented on the newspaper comments. Some people felt that it was sad that so many people had died, while others felt that those who died were all bad people. The public security in Opos should be improved. , words like this are endless.

Boluogo guessed that someone had guessed the truth of the matter, but under the control of the Bureau of Order, this kind of truth could only circulate within the Great Rift.

Compared with these news, Kedening's death was not so noticeable. Only a few people noticed his death. Under the handling of the ferryman, his death was attributed to an accident. Heavy rain washed away the old and disrepaired rain. He and his wife died under rocks while waiting for the bus.

Burlogo thought this was the end, but a few days later, the news of Kodenin ushered in another peak. With his death, "The Wandering Rat" really became the swan song this time, and those who had witnessed the last scene commented with their own eyes. Members of the Communist Party of China praised the excellence of his works in newspapers and periodicals, calling him a peerless genius. It is a pity that the genius is dead.

I don’t know how Ke Dening would feel if he knew this.

With the brand-new ticket tucked into his diary, Boluogo did not continue to pay attention to the commentators' words. He knew very well that there was no need to investigate the truth of some things, and it was best to just let it disappear in the heavy rain.

Boluogo packed himself up, put on a formal suit, and his hair was combed neatly and meticulously.

Jeffrey bought this outfit for himself. He said that he would always attend some important occasions in the future and could not always borrow other people's clothes to wear. That would not only be troublesome, but would also not fit well.

Stuffing the cross necklace into his collar, Borogo took out the "Key to the Winding Path" and opened a door to the Undead Club.

…

Boluogo pushed open the white wooden door, and then a crisp bell rang, and a burst of fragrance hit his face.

This was the first time that Boluogo walked into a flower shop. The walls were painted white and the wooden shelves were filled with all kinds of flowers.

The girl heard the sound of the doorbell and poked her head out of the flowers like an elf. When she saw Boluogo's face, Afia looked a little surprised.

"Good morning! Afia."

A hearty voice sounded, and Palmer put a hand on Boluogo's shoulder and got out from behind him.

After a night of hangover, Palmer wanted to sleep until the afternoon, but Bologg broke into the door early in the morning and dragged him here. Even though he was reluctant, he faced his profession. With his extremely powerful partner, Palmer really has nothing to do.

"Palmer?" Afia was even more surprised.

Before Burlogo came, Palmer's partner was Church. Church obviously had a crush on Afia, and he and Palmer would come over every week to buy flower sets. Over time, they became so familiar with each other. , but after Palmer became a debtor, he and Church broke up. Except for visiting Church last time, Palmer hardly came here.

"You... know each other?"

Afia looked at Boluogo and Palmer, and she remembered Church, who often came with Palmer before. Afia realized that her guess at the bar was correct.

"Almost, they are all colleagues," Bologg said, extending his hand and introducing, "Bologg Lazarus."

"Hello, hello, just call me Afia."

Afia introduced herself while not forgetting to thank Bologo, "I really thank you at the bar."

"It's nothing. My own bottom line does not allow me to sit back and watch this happen." Boluoge became a lot more cheerful, and he was actually quite talkative.

But Palmer on the side didn't feel this way at all. He muttered in his heart, "Fortunately, those people are just gangsters. If they wanted to do worse things, girl, you would be lucky enough to see their blood splattered on the spot."

"What do you need?" Afia asked.

"I want to pay tribute to a friend... I don't know much about flowers. Can you help me choose?" Borlogo asked.

"Ok. Please wait for a moment."

Afia turned her head and threw herself into the flowers, looking for suitable flowers for Boluogo.

Boluogo and Palmer sat aside, and Afia brought coffee to the two of them during the break. Such enthusiastic service made Boluogo feel a little embarrassed.

Picking up the coffee, Boluogo felt that this place was pretty good. There was such a gentle corner in the gloomy city.

Boluogo was in a daze, but soon he remembered something, raised his palm, and engraved the names of sinners on the stormy night, but as the first ray of sunlight fell, these names disappeared.

But Boluogo's memory is pretty good. He remembers those names... the last name to be precise.

After killing Thorndike, there is still a pillar of light between heaven and earth, but it is too far away from Bologg, so far that Bologg cannot reach it, and the identity represented by this name is not something that Bologg can hunt now. Killed.

Thinking of this, Boluogo suddenly asked, "Palmer, do you know this name? Servais Kogadel."

"Why do you suddenly ask this?" Palmer was surprised.

"Nothing, he's also on my hunting list...but unfortunately, I don't quite understand the name."

Bologo could only tell from his surname that this person belonged to the Kogardel royal family, but other than that, he didn't know much about the Kogardel royal family, or even the history of the Kogardel empire.

As the direct ruler of the King's Secret Sword, the Kogadel royal family has always been known for its mystery, and few people know the full picture of the royal family.

"Hunting list? That's a shame."

Palmer knew about Burlogo's list. He did not think of it as a devil. Instead, he felt that it was the self-entertainment of Burlogo's acting personality.

Every perverted killer should have a list of sinners.

"What's the regret?"

"Unfortunately, that guy has been dead for many years," Palmer said, feeling sad about Bologo's poor historical knowledge. "You can't kill a dead guy, right?"

Looking at Boluogo's doubtful eyes, Palmer waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, this history is indeed somewhat secretive. In this day and age, few people know about it."

Unlike Burlogo, a poor boy who joined the army for college tuition, as the heir to the Clerks family, Palmer enjoyed an elite education from an early age, and many little-known historical secrets were important to him. The language is just the basics that you should know.

"The First King Servais.

He is the first generation monarch of the Kogadel Empire and the starting point of the Kogadel royal family's bloodline. But now, this guy has been dead for hundreds of years, and most of them have no ashes left. "

Palmer couldn't understand why Burlogo suddenly mentioned this name. For the world, this was completely buried history.

"What's interesting is that, as the first king, Servais seems to be considered taboo in the Kogadel royal family. There are almost no records about this king in the outside world, and only we, the ancient secret society, know something about it."

Boluogo had finally asked the right person. Only the equally ancient extraordinary family could understand this ancient secret.

"Oh, is that so?" Boluoge nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Sorry! Can you help me?" Afia's voice came from the flowers.

"Okay!" Palmer immediately put down his coffee and jumped out.

Looking at the jubilant back, Boluogo's relaxed expression gradually solidified. He frowned and stared at his palms, with complex thoughts running rampant in his mind.

"He won't lie to me..."

Bologo was talking to himself, saying words that no one else could understand.