Endless Debt

Paying taxes to the "tyrant", Borlogo knew the story.

"Isn't it just a matter of just throwing in some coins?" Boluogo wondered, "Why do you need to use this specifically?"

It can be seen that this coin is of great significance, as if it was specially made to pay taxes to the "tyrant".

"The 'value' of investment is different, and the protection of the 'tyrant' is also different," Vika said. "He does not need ordinary wealth, but something with more 'value'."

Bologg's heartstrings were touched, and Vika's words seemed to awaken something. Bologg had an indescribable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't explain what this familiarity was.

"Just this commemorative coin?" Bologo mocked.

"Don't underestimate this coin. It's called Mammon Coin." Vika turned the coin over. "It is said that this name comes from this person. His name is Mammon."

The back of the coin is printed with mountains of gold coins. A man greedily embraces these gold coins, but no matter how hard he tries, he can never hold all the wealth in his arms, just like the tightly held yellow sand, which keeps passing away.

"This Mammon coin is also part of the legend. No one knows how this currency circulated in Wandering Road. Some people searched the mint in Opos, but no trace of it was found. It seems that it is Appeared out of thin air.

Some people say that it was minted by the 'tyrant'. The circulation of Mammon coins means that the 'tyrant' is still alive, he is real, and this currency has always maintained a stable quota in the market, and everyone can obtain it. The way is also very strange. "

"How to get it?"

Boluogo was aroused by Vika. Obviously, the legend about the "tyrant" has a completely different version inside Wandering Fork Road.

After coming into contact with the extraordinary world, Bologo became very interested in the so-called "urban legends". They may all be true, but they are in an extraordinary world that is difficult for ordinary people to access.

"It's very simple. As long as you generate 'value' for Wandering Fork Road, you will get mammon coins inexplicably. You may pick them up on the roadside, or you may open your mailbox and find an unsigned letter. , with mammon coins inside."

Vika shrugged and explained.

"If Weng'er coins represent the conventional equivalent, then Mammon coins are the equivalent for Wandering Fork Road. The more Mammon coins you hold, the more you contribute to Wandering Fork Road, and the more Mammon you will give to Wandering Fork Road. The more coins you put into the Great Rift, the more favored you will be by the 'tyrant'."

"That sounds more like a goddamn belief."

Saying this, Boluoge became interested in all this in his heart. Combined with the stories he knew, from this point of view, people who can stay on Wandering Cha Road for a long time are, to a certain extent, people who have value to Wandering Cha Road. .

Empty faith has been given entity, just like a church transformed into a commercial company. The more money you make, the more pious you are.

"There is no other way. Living in this hellish place, if just throwing in some 'worthless' commemorative coins can make you feel at ease, I think many people are willing to do that."

Vika rubbed the Mammon coin. This coin was worthless in the outside world, but within the wandering fork in the road, it was an extraordinary equivalent.

"Okay, here you go, this is what I owed to Lebius before, so I'll treat it as repaying him."

Vika handed the mammon coin to Boluogo, then he spread his hand again and said.

"Now, give it to me."

Boluogo looked at the Mammon coin in his hand and then at Vika. He couldn't help but laugh.

"What is this? Just a formality?"

"It is the observance of 'value' and 'value,'" at this point, Vika was surprisingly rigid.

"You look like followers of the 'Tyrant', but the form of your sect's existence is a bit strange." Boluogo said and handed the Mammon coins back and completed the transaction with Vika.

"Whatever you say, I have also said these words to Lebius. Unfortunately, he is just like you. You outsiders will not understand this place."

Vika had already anticipated Boluogo's reaction. He took out a small box from under the bar and opened it. It was filled with Mammon coins. Vika put the new Mammon coins into it, adding to his accumulation. .

With Vika's qualifications in the "Spider Web" and his "piety", if the "tyrant" really existed, Vika could be considered a cardinal based on his accumulation.

"what is that?"

Boluogo noticed the coins in the small box. Except for the "Mammon" on the back of the coins, some of the coins had different patterns on the front.

"These designs are different. Why do Mammon coins also have different denominations?" Bologo asked.

"The patterns on Mammon coins all have their own meanings. To put it in easy-to-understand terms, they are mysterious urban legends."

After thinking about it, Vika explained to Boluogo this way. At the same time, he took out a few more representative Mammon coins and placed them in front of Boluogo.

"This is also another strong basis for the real existence of the 'tyrant'. He has been watching us and minted different coins, and these patterns represent those things and people noticed by the 'tyrant'.

Some urban legends that circulate in our mouths but are difficult to prove. "

Borogo looked at the coins and recognized the patterns on them.

"House in the Sun", "Amusement Park", "Wolves", "The Crown" and so on...

"Then this 'tyrant' is really leisurely and elegant," Boluogo thought of something and asked curiously, "If I am noticed by him, will he also show up to represent my Mammon coins?"

Vika glanced at the Mammon coins of "Wolves" and said.

"certainly."

"oh?"

Boluogo's interest was completely aroused, and the Mammon coins that represented him circulated among the hesitating roads, like a legend that was gradually emerging.

For him who is somewhat narcissistic, this is still a good temptation.

"Sounds good."

It's indeed good, but Boluogo doesn't have time to waste on these things. He is immortal, and the rest of his life is almost endless. He has plenty of time to waste on these messy things, but the first thing is his own revenge.

"So, back to Nome's clinic, our deal is completed, right? Can you take me to see him?" Bologo asked.

"I'm still open for business."

Vika pointed to the crowded dance floor, a place that seemed to be in perpetual carnival day and night.

Boluogo's eyes were slightly cold, and just when he was about to say something, whether soft or hard, Vika said again.

"Nellie! Take this gentleman where he wants to go."

Vika waved her hand to the waiter named "Nellie".

Seeing this, Boluoge choked back his prepared words. He looked at Vika a few more times and said softly.

"How do you know Lebius?"

"Just like you and me now, when he got lost here, he put a knife to my neck and asked me to lead him."

Vika wiped the wine glass, surprisingly candid, recalling the bad past, with a smile on his lips.

"These so-called legends of yours... are actually real, right?" Boluogo said again.

Bologger noticed this when Vika said that he could also appear on the Mammon coins, which sounded scary but also extremely exciting.

Souls, demons, devils, debtors... During this short period of time after being released from prison, Boluogo fully realized one thing. Those things called legends are often real.

"Actually... you have already met a person who only exists in legends."

Vika said something that Bologger couldn't understand.

Boluogo paused for a few seconds without saying anything. He turned around and was about to leave with Nellie when the appearance of Mammon coins flashed in front of his eyes.

"Become a legend? Sounds good."

Boluogo turned his head and threw words towards Vika.

"Forgot to introduce myself, Bologo Lazarus, I think we will meet again later."

After saying that, Boluogo turned around and followed Nellie away.

Watching Boluogo's leaving back, Vika put the cleaned wine glass aside and picked up the Mammon coin from the "Wolf Pack", as if he remembered something, his eyes were deep and distant.

…

After leaving the "Spider Web", Boluogo walked for a while under the leadership of Nellie. He could feel that the wandering fork in the road was far from being as simple as it seemed. Thinking about it, there are still too many unknowns in this world. Even the secrets within the Bureau of Order, Boluogo had not found out, let alone those from the outside world.

At the edge of the hesitating fork in the road, Bologg said goodbye to Nellie, and thanks to his guidance, Bologg was able to find his goal in this maze-like city.

Under his instructions, Boluogo moved along the rugged corridor. This journey was not easy. There were gaps in the plates under his feet. Through the gaps, he could see the endless cracks below. As he stepped lightly, the entire corridor The corridor was shaking slightly, and dust was falling.

As he moved forward, Bologo saw his destination, Nome's clinic.

The building was built on an extended platform. It had no windows, only an iron door, and its outer walls were in tatters and made of countless iron sheets.

After knocking on the door and waiting for a few seconds, Boluogo pushed open the iron door. The room was dark, with only a few beams of weak white light on the counter, barely illuminating a corner of the room.

There were bursts of breathing in the dim darkness, and the outlines of those human figures could be vaguely seen, but everyone's faces were obscured by shadows. They could not see clearly what Boluogo looked like, and neither could Boluogo clearly. them.

In front of the counter, a thin figure noticed the arrival of Boluogo. He was a somewhat sickly guy, with a pale and greasy look on his body, like a rat living in the sewer.

"Hey, you look strange," the man made a weird and twisted sound in his throat, like a cold mocking voice, "What do you need?"

"I'm looking for someone," Burlogo said as he came to the counter, "Norm Ward."

He looked at the mouse-like guy in front of him, and then looked at the darkness around him.

"Is he here?"

The sound was chaotic and roaring, like the trembling caused by the cold wind passing through the window, like the ghost knocking on the door, babbling.