Endless Debt

Today is a rare good weather. The sky is clear and the blue curtain covers the earth. The temperature is just right, neither cold nor hot. The breeze blows and the wild grass and wild flowers on the roadside are swaying.

On the stone road, a motorcycle slowly drove over. Palmer and Bologo sat together one behind the other. The two of them also obeyed the traffic rules and wore motorcycle helmets on their heads.

During the chase on a stormy night, in order to reduce resistance, speed up, and launch an offensive against the train, Borogo used his conscripts to dismantle the sidecar of the motorcycle. Fortunately, the sidecar had been broken many times, and Palmer also did not. It hurts that I haven’t bought a new sidecar yet, so Boluogo can only squeeze in with him.

The motorcycle stopped on the side of the road, and Boluogo took off his helmet. The sun was a little dazzling, and he could only squint and look ahead.

"Is that it?" Palmer asked.

"That's right, I've been here once," Bologo said.

Palmer looked at Boluogo from top to bottom. This guy was dressed in neat formal clothes, his hair was carefully combed, his face was flawless, and he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

If the two were not in the cemetery, Palmer would have thought that Burlogo was on a date.

Looking at the tombstones in the distance, Palmer muttered in his mind, "Coming to the cemetery for a date?"

With Boluogo's character, it's not impossible to do it.

"what is this flower?"

Palmer noticed the flowers in Bologo's hands, which Afia personally selected for Bologo after they discussed their use.

"It seems to be called forget-me-not, which means never forget," Boluogo said doubtfully, "Didn't you listen to Afia's words at that time?"

At that time, Afia was still concentrating on explaining different flowers and the meanings of flowers to the two of them. Boluogo didn't want to refuse this kindness, so he listened patiently.

"I'm not very interested in such knowledge." Palmer shrugged.

Finally reaching this point, Boluogo felt like a pilgrim. At this moment, his mood was particularly calm, with almost no emotional ups and downs.

"Do you need me to wait for you here?"

Palmer asked. He could see the importance of today to Bologna. This decent man had already filled up his sense of ceremony and would not disturb this sacred moment.

"Nothing, let's come together." Boluoge invited.

The two walked into the cemetery. It was located in the suburbs of Opos. Unlike the cloudy city, it was green and full of life.

Boluogo waved his hand and greeted the tombkeeper from a distance.

The cemetery of the Border Sanatorium is like a secret realm that is isolated from the world, hiding all missions and glory. And here, Boluogo feels that instead of being secretive, he feels a little bit more alive.

It can be seen that not only Boluogo and his party came to pay their respects today, but there are also some figures walking in the distance. When passing some tombstones, there are flowers on them.

Boluogo walked around and finally came to a cross tombstone with Adele's name engraved on it.

After placing the flowers in front of the tombstone, Boluogo squatted down and carefully cleaned up the surrounding weeds, pulling them out from between the bricks.

"Is she Adele?" Palmer asked.

While the two were on vacation at the border sanatorium, Bologna and Palmer talked about their reasons for revenge. As his reliable driver on stormy nights, Bologna felt that Palmer had the right to know this.

So Palmer also learned of Adele's existence and understood why Bologna was so stubborn in catching up with the train and killing them all.

"Um."

Boluogo pulled out the weeds around him, wiped the tombstone with his hands, and wiped off a lot of dust.

"Even a murderer like you can be influenced. I really wonder what kind of person she is." Palmer sighed.

"She was a good person, a kind person."

"I know I know."

Palmer nodded repeatedly. He had heard Bologo mutter these words countless times on the way here.

When faced with these problems, the violent murderer turned into a child, speaking only a few words back and forth, which made Palmer's ears feel calluses.

"The next step is to free her soul."

Boluogo whispered, and then took out the ruby ​​​​in his arms.

Under the sunlight, the Philosopher's Stone shows a dazzling brilliance. It is so elite and clear, like a treasure in the world.

As long as the Philosopher's Stone is smashed, the bound soul will be released, but this means that Boluogo will completely lose everything.

"Actually, you don't need to smash it." Palmer saw Boluogo's hesitation.

"When a person dies, he dies. There may be traces of our lives in the 'golden soul', but it is not us... The Philosopher's Stone in your hand is not Adele, it just has the shadow of Adele. That’s it, you can keep it selfishly.”

People always have to keep something as a memory. If Bologg kept the Philosopher's Stone privately, Palmer was willing to keep it a secret for him.

"No, I was just thinking about something," Boluogo shook his head, his eyes deep, "It's time to say goodbye, and it can't be too careless."

Memories of the past flashed and flew before his eyes, and Boluogo slowly clenched his fist and held the philosopher's stone in it.

"I have many ways to remember her. There is no need to selfishly keep her soul. What's more, I am an immortal. The Philosopher's Stone will eventually disappear, but I won't."

Boluogo said and squeezed hard, and there was a sound of crystal shattering in his palm. Waves of warmth overflowed from his palm, as warm and hot as blood.

Slowly spreading his hands, the crystal Philosopher's Stone has been broken into countless powders. The fragments are as bright as stars in the sun. Then it quickly melts and turns into invisible energy, spilling back into the world.

Both of them watched all this in silence. The bright light slowly rose up and merged into nothingness under the breeze, until there was nothing left in Boluoge's hands.

Vaguely, Boluogo seemed to hear the woman's smile. She circled around him, glanced at him for the last time, and then gradually walked away until he could no longer catch up.

Boluogo knew that she had left, really left.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. After staring for a long time, Boluogo returned his gaze to the earth in front of him. Surprisingly, as the Philosopher's Stone dissipated, Boluogo's mood did not fluctuate much. Thinking about it, he had already We are ready for the separation. It would be too ugly to cry again at this time.

"Is it over?" Palmer asked.

"Well, it's over."

There were no touching words or solemn ceremonies. Everything seemed so peaceful, as if they were afraid of disturbing the ghosts sleeping here.

Boluogo slowly stepped back, a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face. He didn't care about the neatness of his clothes and sat directly on the floor.

Palmer also imitated Burlogo's movements and sat next to him, facing the tombstone. Today was the last day of vacation, and they had plenty of time to waste.

"Would you be interested in telling her story?" Palmer asked.

As for the story of Burlogo and Adele, Burlogo didn't tell much about it in the border sanatorium. He just said that Adele was his friend and he wanted to avenge his friend, that's all.

But seeing the peace on Boluogo's face, this damn expression appeared on the face of a murderer, which was really elusive. Palmer asked curiously, wanting to know the past of the two.

"Her story? It's actually nothing."

As if he was well prepared, Borogo took out a yellowed photo from his pocket and pointed it out to Palmer.

"This is what she looked like when she was young, isn't she beautiful?"

Palmer nodded. Time had faded the photo, but he could still see Adele's youth and beauty in the silhouette.

Then Palmer's eyes changed. He saw another familiar face in the photo, a face that shouldn't have appeared on it. Before he could say anything, Bologo continued.

"This is Moore, one of my comrades in arms. Probably because we are from the same hometown. I have a very good relationship with him."

Bologos pointed to another person in the photo. He had a slight smile on his face and, like Palmer, was chattering endlessly.

"During a battle, we were wounded. Adele was a military doctor at the time, and she was responsible for taking care of us. We had a good time, but then the camp was raided by the enemy...Moll died.

I almost died in the raid, but Adele saved me. She put me on a stretcher and dragged me away into the jungle.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, and the melee lasted for a long time. She and I were in the dense forest, avoiding the enemy's attacks while looking for large troops. We drank dew when we were thirsty and gnawed tree bark when we were hungry.

Many times she and I felt that we couldn't hold on anymore, so we talked to each other about our lives at night. She also said that if I really felt that I was going to die, remember to remind her. She said that she was more or less a priest and could die. Please excuse yourself beforehand. "

It was a bad time, but it was a very precious time in Bologg's eyes.

"Fortunately, none of us gave up. We survived in the end. When we returned to the camp, Adele was still taking care of me, who was injured. As a thank you, I also listened to the teachings she taught. Although I said a word She didn’t understand either, but I pretended to be very good, at least she felt that she really saved a lost lamb.”

Boluogo turned his head and looked at Palmer who looked dull, "How about it, she is really a great person, right?"

Palmer nodded stiffly, then he asked tentatively.

"Bologo, I want to ask you a question."

"Just ask."

Palmer took a deep breath, and at this moment he was surprised to realize that he had ignored such an important thing.

"How old are you," Palmer then added, "I'm not asking you what the hell your mental age is."

He was a little incoherent and paused for a moment. Palmer sorted out his words and asked again seriously.

"Brogo Lazarus, how long have you been immortal?"

This question stumped Boluogo. He thought for a while, then slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and turned his gaze to the gloomy and gray city at the end of the horizon.

"This happened a long time ago," Bologo recalled after a moment of silence. "At that time, this land was not called Oath City Opos, but the sacred city of King Solomon."

"Sixty-six years ago, in the battle called the Fall of the Holy City..."

Boluogo said softly against the light.

"I sold my soul to the devil and became immortal."