Endless Debt

Oath City Opos, Undead Club.

The Undead Club still looks like that, with non-stop music and non-stop drinking. The slight difference is that Sere has been away at night recently. He and the women seem to be having a lot of fun, and they usually don't come back until dawn.

Boluogo sat in front of the bar and looked at the guy behind the bar in confusion. With Sere gone, someone had to be responsible for mixing drinks. Weier, who was snoring beside him, obviously couldn't do it. This guy was only good at knocking over glasses.

Raising his head and looking at the busy figure behind the bar, Bologo thought he was used to everything in the Undead Club, but obviously, it would take some time even for himself to accept new things.

"Sai Zong, this damn dog, damn it, has this guy lived too long and finally gone crazy?" Complaints kept coming from the bartender's mouth.

A skeleton was mixing drinks for two people... It can't be said to be a complete skeleton. It was wearing a leather jacket and a cowboy hat on its head.

Blue will-o'-wisps flickered in the sunken eye sockets, and a whistling sound came from the skull.

After Sere went out to play, Bode took over Sere's position. While this guy was busy, he yelled and cursed at the people below him. If Boluogo crossed the bar at this time, he would see Sai Zong biting Bode's calf bone. , the teeth kept rubbing, leaving a lot of drool.

According to Sere, Bode and Sai Zong have a good relationship. The main reason is that since Sai Zong decided to act as a dog decades ago, he has faithfully carried out the dog's habits and used Bo De's leg bones to grind his teeth. .

After a long period of running-in, Bode failed to defeat Sai Zong, but Sai Zong smoothed away all resistance.

How strange...

"Boluogo, why do you look so worried? It's the weekend, be happy!"

Palmer sat next to Boluogo. After the two returned from TEDA's alchemy workshop, they went straight here to celebrate the weekend of rest.

"No, I was thinking about something."

Bologg dealt with Palmer. Every time he came here, Palmer was the only one who drank until he was drunk. Bologg usually just took a sip.

Bode's music taste is different from Sere's. Sere likes harsh and passionate dance music so that he can dance on the pole. Bode prefers some quiet melodies. The calm and peaceful tunes overflow in the alcohol, which makes people feel very happy. Cozy and relaxing.

Boluogo likes to think in this environment, and what he is thinking about is still Teda and Amu.

In fact, what TEDA said about "don't name the tools" is easy to understand. To put it simply, it means don't treat Amu as a human being.

But after gaining self-awareness, Aimu showed his extraordinary alchemy talent. TEDA seemed to have felt this for a long time. As for why, he did not explain it to Boluogo.

In daily life, Taida tried hard and rationally to treat Amu as a tool, but when teaching her alchemy, he regarded her as a real student...

Boluogo had never seen such a scene, but he could feel it from TEDA's emotions like intuition.

It's strange that the two of them are not as simple as they appear on the surface. Fortunately, Boluogo will be stationed there next time, so there is plenty of time to find out all this.

"Tell me, if the stories are true and God is real, will He regret creating humans?"

Boluogo raised his hand, and the small silver snake ran through his fingertips.

"What are you talking about?" Palmer looked at Boluogo, wondering why he said this so suddenly, "I remember you don't believe in God or anything."

"Yeah, but what if?"

Boluogo squinted his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking, and then he asked, "Palmer, what do you think of TEDA?"

"It's not bad. It's well-equipped and has virtual domain protection. It's great."

While Borogo and Teda were communicating, Palmer had already made a cursory inspection of the alchemy workshop, like a wild beast inspecting its territory.

"The more important thing is the Alchemy Matrix implantation station. This is consistent with the information we obtained before. After leaving the Bureau of Order, TEDA's main source of income is to help others implant the Alchemy Matrix.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual. TEDA told the truth. He did cross the line, but not too much. "

Palmer looks carefree, but in fact this guy is very attentive. As a former intelligence agent, he is very good at finding fatal details from the tedious.

This was a countermeasure after discussion between Palmer and Burlogo. During the operation, Burlogo's cold character could easily arouse the enemy's vigilance. For this reason, when there were similar situations, Burlogo would always involve the opponent in everything. Attention, then act by Palmer.

In fact, Boluogo always felt that Palmer was a hidden ruthless character, but his "gift" was really nonsense.

"Then what do you think of Aimu, that alchemy doll?" Boluogo asked again.

"Very perfect, with self-awareness, her body is covered with multiple alchemical matrices, and did you notice her chest? That should be her core. The ether fluctuations are very stable, and the self-awareness born from this can further learn alchemy. Technique...do you know what this means?" Palmer put down his wine glass and his tone became serious.

"This means that even without the help of TEDA, Aimu can evolve on her own. She will undergo qualitative changes in metal by herself, add more power to her body, and implant more and more complex alchemical matrices."

Boluogo expressed his conjecture, and the silver snake in his hand also raised his head and looked at Palmer.

The Snake Scale Liquid is Aimu's work. An alchemy doll created this corrupted black level alchemy weapon. Although it has various flaws, it can even be regarded as an alchemy weapon without Bologo, but this It is indeed a corrupted black level alchemy weapon, there is no doubt about this.

"Thankfully, Aimu does not have much combat effectiveness, at least in the short term. It is already a miracle that she can maintain her stable operation." Palmer added.

As an alchemy doll, Aimu is like a delicate clock that will stop at the slightest collision.

"Is that why she covered her limbs with iron-wearing paint? It's not just for protection, it's also a means of attack, but that's all." Bologo realized.

"Who knows? TEDA is very prestigious in Wandering Fork Road. After all, if you want to implant the alchemical matrix, you can only go to him. No one should do anything to Aimu," Palmer explained the pros and cons, "We are using TEDA's Acting in the name of the Bureau of Order is much more reliable."

"And...you should also like this, right, expert? Or Mr. Killer." Palmer winked at Burlogo.

Seeing Palmer's appearance, Boluogo couldn't help but smile. He thought to himself that Palmer's guess was right.

After contacting TEDA, the most beneficial thing for them is that Boluogo may be able to find a way to get the list from him in the subsequent transaction with TEDA, the list of people who have been implanted by TEDA with the alchemical matrix.

Once this list is obtained, it will undoubtedly provide great convenience for Boluoge's actions in the Wandering Fork Road. The identity, secret energy school and nature of the other party will all be revealed before his eyes.

"TEDA will not release these things easily. He knows very well that once the list is leaked, he himself will be the first to be targeted." Palmer said.

"I know, don't be impatient, take your time," Boluogo said, standing up and picking up his coat, "Do you want to continue drinking?"

"Huh? Is this the end?" Palmer shouted.

"Hangovers are bad for your health," Borogo said, waving to Palmer. "See you on Monday, Palmer."

…

After returning to his familiar home, Boluogo wrote down the incident of meeting Aimu in his diary. Due to time constraints, Boluogo and Palmer did not stay at TEDA for too long. They just said hello and got to know each other roughly. Under the circumstances, he left.

But from such a brief meeting, Bologe got enough information from it. He closed the diary and put down the pen. As soon as Bologe closed his eyes, he was in Amu's posture. As if his intuition was driving him, Bologe always felt that There must be something hidden under the steel body.

Boluogo turned his head and looked at the wall. There were several photos, cut-out newspapers and documents posted on the wall. They were all connected by countless red lines and thumbtacks, and the photos were also covered with red crosses.

Adele's incident was over, but Boluogo never took these things off. After thinking for a while, he got up and took them off one by one, tore off the paper, wrote down names one after another, and then nailed them on on the wall.

After being busy for a while, Boluogo slowly backed away, sat back on the bed, and looked at the wall.

On the top of the wall is a piece of paper with the words "Big Crack" written on it. Two red lines extend from the big crack, connecting the Wandering Fork Road and Qiu Shang Town. There are many nailed papers under the two.

The escaped king's secret sword, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce from afar, Teda who studies life, the alchemy doll Aimu... the master and tyrant of the wandering road.

"The world is like a chessboard..."

Boluogo recalled the scene when he first learned about the level of the Condenser. His eyes stayed on the last page, which had the name of the tyrant written on it.

A sudden coldness hit his heart, and Boluogo felt that everyone in the Great Rift was like a chess piece, under the control of a tyrant.

Recalling his pursuit on the stormy night, the tyrant didn't ask for anything from him... maybe he had already paid the price? For example, the tyrant did not want the train to leave Opos.

Yes, sometimes you don't have to pay a substantial price. As an agent, acting for the devils can be regarded as paying a price to a certain extent.

Boluogo's headache became more and more severe. He felt that he had stepped into a vortex and it was difficult to observe its entirety.

The silver snake wrapped around Boluogo's body, and as he thought, it crawled slowly, synchronized with the rhythm of his breathing, and its silver scales opened and closed, until the sudden ringing of the bell woke Boluogo from his deep thoughts.

Boluogo looked at the phone sharply. The ringing continued, and his eyes became serious.

Ever since he answered the call from the tyrant, Boluogo had been a little in awe of strange calls. He might not be able to hear the tyrant's voice when he answered the call. This was a terrible feeling.

What's more, Boluogo doesn't have many friends, and even fewer people know his phone number. Who would call him at this time?

Boluogo walked over and picked up the phone, a familiar voice rang.