Endless Debt

The atmosphere in the office was dead silent. To be precise, the only one who was dead silent was Bologg. Whether it was Yas or Jeffrey, it was obvious that these guys who had experienced the secret war already knew this information.

Only Boluogo was stunned on the spot. He couldn't react for a moment and seemed a little at a loss.

"The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce and Hesitant Chalu are one..."

Boluogo murmured in a low voice, and then looked directly at Lebius, all the threads connected together, and only now did he realize what these guys were hiding.

"That is to say...do you also know about the existence of tyrants?"

Boluogo looked at Yas and Jeffrey again. From Nathaniel's words, he had thought that the Bureau of Order might also make a deal with the devil, but he never expected that it had all started long ago. And judging from the reactions of these guys, the closeness between the Order Bureau and the devil was far beyond his expectation.

“In the Secret War, the one who really turned to the Bureau of Order was not the Great Rift, the Wandering Crossroads, or the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, but the master of them all.

Tyrant. "

"Do you find it disgusting? The most trusted organization turned out to be involved with the devil." Lebius asked calmly.

Borogo didn't respond. He thought in the silence, and then spoke his own thoughts.

"In other words, just like the Orangutan Sect, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is actually a variant of the faith group, and what they serve is the tyrant, right?"

Bologg asked, and Nathaniel has not replied to him so far. All kinds of mysteries made Bologg's curiosity uncontrollable. Now he finally found a few insiders to make this complicated mystery a little clearer.

"It is even said that the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is selling alchemy weapons and other activities. From their perspective, it is also a kind of sacrifice to the tyrant... Mammon coins. Continuously pouring Mammon coins into the Great Rift is a kind of sacrifice. act of sacrifice.”

Boluogo spoke very fast, and with his thoughts agitated, he walked directly to Lebius' desk and faced him directly.

All the dots connected into lines, and countless lines outlined a grand picture. Bologo finally saw it all clearly.

"Are we so close to these crazy things?"

There was actually a smile in Boluogo's voice. No one knew whether he was angry or excited.

In this Oath City, Opos, a city where countless people live, everyone lives in a false stability. They are separated from the evil existence by only the thick fog.

Like people and shadows.

Facing Bologe's repeated questions, Lebius nodded slightly, confirming all this. After realizing that his guess was correct, the joy in Bologg's eyes became a little heavier, and then he asked seriously.

"Then what is the original sin represented by tyrants?"

Yas and Jeffrey both became nervous. It was obvious that Boluogo was asking something he shouldn't ask. As Carnegie, the leader of the ninth team at the time, said, ordinary employees might know these taboo secrets. He will be arrested by Group 9 in the next second.

Lebius didn't look like he was going to keep hiding it, he said calmly.

"Greedy Mammon."

The moment the real name was revealed, everyone clearly noticed that the atmosphere in the room stagnated for a moment, and then started to flow again.

Boluogo sat down on the chair opposite the desk, as if everything was expected, with a helpless smile on his face.

"This guy is so narcissistic that he named a coin after himself."

Names are magical. People who know a little bit about this information will refer to these existences by those noble names, so as not to attract the attention of these existences with an inadvertent whisper.

Scarlet Matron, Tyrant...

Boluogo has personally experienced the feeling of being watched by the devil. It feels so bad that even if he is immortal, he does not want to experience it again.

But what is surprising is that under the design of the tyrant, he split himself into two roles. One is the tyrant who pays taxes to the residents who wander around the fork in the road, and the other is the mammon depicted on the coin.

"When someone uses Mammon coins, when someone whispers the name..."

Boluogo whispered, he guessed that the tyrant used this method to control everything, and every call would make human beings appear in the darkness of ignorance.

No one spoke to interrupt Boluogo's thinking, everyone was waiting for him patiently.

"Although I had expected it, I am still surprised that things have turned out like this," Boluogo quickly adapted to the situation. "In other words, am I involved in the devil's dispute?"

"It looks like this. It's unclear whether the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce was instructed by the tyrant, but you were indeed targeted by the tyrant." Lebius said.

"Huh? It feels pretty good. I don't know what he is going to do."

Boluogo didn't feel much about this. He had been connected with the tyrant long before all this. Everything now was a continuation of the stormy night, like an unknown fate. No matter how hard you tried to avoid it, But these are already doomed.

"Don't you have any thoughts?" Jeffrey asked curiously at this time.

He could understand that Bologg considered himself a villain, and also regarded the entire Bureau of Order as a violent organization, but in any case, there was a bottom line to all of this, and that bottom line was undoubtedly the devil.

The Bureau of Order hates the devil, but it has indeed made deals with the devil. In many cases, they are not absolute opponents, and they will be allies when necessary.

With Bolog's violent and stubborn attitude, Jeffrey thought that his reaction would be stronger, but in fact, Bolog didn't seem to care about it at all.

"What do you think? No idea. Our deal with the devil does not conflict with our desire to kill the devil."

Boluogo didn't have those awkward thoughts at all and was not bound by his position.

"Besides, only by knowing your enemy well can you know how to pierce his throat."

Jeffrey thought that he would see himself torn between good and evil, which might disappoint him. Boluogo never thought about this at all.

Yas also seemed a little surprised. When Hesitation Chalu told him the relevant information, Yas had some doubts and was worried about Boluo Ge's emotions after knowing the secret.

Their worries were justified. As those who had experienced the secret war, in order to win that difficult supernatural war, Yas and Jeffrey were filled with unwillingness and even had self-doubt when making deals with the tyrants. .

The firm stance began to waver, and even the faith was trembling.

Fortunately, they are no longer the angry young men on the battlefield. Time has made them more experienced, calm, and sinister.

But these successors are different. They are young, energetic, and full of anger. For this reason, the information on the conspiracy with the devil is all classified as extremely high-level within the Bureau of Order, and few newcomers have access to it.

"I just said he's very suitable for this job."

Lebius smiled and spoke. He had already expected Boluogo's cold reaction.

Boluogo is different from other newcomers. He is too special. He is well aware of the evil rules of this dark world, and he is even the agent of these rules.

"The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce believes in tyrants, but as you said, this is a variant of the faith group. They wander among countries all year round and exchange for things of extraordinary value in transactions. In the end, they Full of these values, I will return to the wandering road and dedicate all of them to the tyrant."

Hearing Lebius' explanation, Boluogo responded, "Is it a feast that happens every few years? I thought they were more powerful."

"The whereabouts of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce are very strange. They usually rarely act in groups. They are more often divided into several caravans. Each caravan wanders in different areas and returns at different times... If they gather together, they will Returning to the Great Rift will be regarded as a declaration of war by the Order Bureau." Lebius said.

Boluogo nodded. The sudden influx of so many extraordinary powers was just like the invasion of the King's Secret Sword. Anyone would think it was a war.

"The Wandering Fork Road is the residence of the tyrants. It is the end point of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce's long journey. All the value will be paid in that darkness."

"Value... is still value. Sometimes I feel that the wandering fork in the road is shrouded in power, a kind of devil's power that contains the absolute rules." Boluogo looked directly at Lebius and said, "The difference between value and value An absolutely fair transaction.”

Lebius was silent for a while, and after a little hesitation, he said.

"There have always been rumors like this in Wandering Fork Road. As long as you pay enough Mammon coins to the tyrant and make enough value to Wandering Fork Road, your wish will be realized... But there is no real record of such rumors so far. It’s a matter of scepticism.”

"Then, can I understand that as long as it has sufficient value to the tyrant, it can be used to replace the soul and trade with the tyrant?" Boluogo speculated.

"I don't know. Since the Secret War, we have no longer been in contact with the tyrants. We do not interfere with each other and are at peace with each other." Lebius said.

"But now you sent me to the Great Rift." Boluogo pressed.

"No matter how peaceful we are, it's still hard to feel at ease when there is such a terrifying thing." Yas said quietly.

Boluogo has no objection to this. The King's Secret Sword is the most difficult foreign enemy of the Bureau of Order, and the tyrants are the tumors rooted in this land. More importantly, no one knows what lies beneath the mist of this great rift. Next, there is something else,

"So are these people looking at my value?"

Boluogo thought about it. He had been in contact with the tyrant, although it was not many times. Based on Boluogo's understanding of the tyrant, he should not take the initiative to influence him.

This guy prefers to push himself gently at key nodes, so the attack by the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is likely to be spontaneous.

The tyrants believed themselves to be of high value, and they wanted to offer themselves to the tyrants.

Boluogo felt a little subtle, as if he was being followed by a group of perverts.

He leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the gray ceiling, and murmured in a low voice.

"Strife, endless strife."