Endless Debt

Waking up from his sleep, Boluogo slowly climbed out of bed. This time he no longer slept in a narrow single bed, but woke up in his own home.

The body's remaining warmth remained on the soft quilt. Bologg sat up against the head of the bed. The light fell in front of him through the curtains. There was a slight chill in the air, and Bologg couldn't help but shrink back into the quilt.

Reaching out to open the curtains, it was still the familiar city, but the only difference was that heavy snow like goose feathers fell and swirled, dyeing the streets a layer of silvery white.

As the vehicles passed by, the white snow was ravaged into gray-black slush, like black lines interspersed in the silver-white world.

Winter has arrived, and heavy snow has covered the Oath City Opos.

Seeing this scene, Boluogo's mood was a little complicated and full of emotion.

The same city, the same day, but some things have been changed forever. Fortunately, Boluogo has stepped out of the shadows, and he has a lot of time to enjoy everything in life.

Get dressed, stand in front of the mirror, and tidy up your appearance. Today is the Oath Festival, a day of celebration for all people, celebrating the birth of Oath City Opos.

But on this day, Boluogo had to go on duty... In fact, he didn't have to be on duty. Lebius thoughtfully gave everyone a holiday. The only requirement was to wear a whistle and be ready to execute emergencies at all times. Task.

But Boluogo really had nothing to do. He thought it would be better to go to work and keep himself busy. As long as he was busy, his mind would not be thinking about other things.

Taking out the Key of the Winding Path, Bologor opened up the unknown and stepped into it.

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"Yo! Bologo, happy Vow Day!"

Sere saw Boluogo coming out of the wine cellar and greeted him cordially.

Boluogo nodded to Sere, put his hand on the wall, and tried to suppress the dizziness in his mind.

The Key to the Winding Path is very convenient and can save me a lot of time on the way to work. The only bad thing is that this spinning and nauseating feeling is very torturous. Even though Boluogo feels that he is almost familiar with this feeling, the nausea When it came up, he was still in excruciating pain.

Sitting on the bar, Sere handed over water and a breakfast.

"That's so thoughtful, Sere."

Boluogo drank the water in one gulp, then picked up his fork and picked up the sausage on the plate.

Ever since he started working, Bologg would always borrow the Undead Club every time he came to the "Kenshi". Over time, Sere got used to Bologg pushing the door open every day. He also made a bet with Wei Er to watch Bologg. Which door will Ge come out of?

In addition to these, these undead people also thoughtfully prepared breakfast for themselves. Boluogo did not refuse this. He did not resist this arranged and orderly life.

"Are you preparing for a party tonight?" Bologo asked.

I saw that everyone in the Undead Club was busy, Sere was decorating, Bode brought in boxes of beer, and even Weier was working, picking up flowers and scattering them in the corners of the room. .

In addition to these, some rare characters also appear in the Undead Club.

Scott... that's the stone statue. Sere moved it out and placed it at the entrance of the Undead Club. The stone statue was covered with ribbons and held a small sign with the time and date of the party written on it. content.

"Old Immortal" still looked like a mummy, sitting in a wheelchair. Weier dressed him up into a huge bouquet and placed it in the corner.

"Are you ready to officially open for business?" Boluogo asked.

The Undead Club is not always closed. Sometimes it will open briefly. Of course, in order not to cause panic to others, usually only Sere is in charge of these things. Sometimes Wei Er is also there, but it will keep silent. Pretend to be a real black cat.

Sometimes Sere would bring some women back, and just like the previous situation, these weird undead people would take the initiative to hide in their rooms.

But looking at the current formation, the permanent members of the Immortal Club came out in full force. If Jeffrey saw this scene, his blood pressure would rise sharply, and he would wonder if these idle and panicked guys were going to do it again. Make some big events happen.

"No, this is the Oath Festival. For us, it is a big day every year!"

Serei was extremely excited, and even his scarlet pupils shone slightly.

"Meow!"

Weier also howled together, jumping back and forth between the tables and chairs, and even Bode was humming a song, with a sinister melody.

Bologo was used to the mental illness of these undead, but this was the first time he had seen them become ill collectively, and the symptoms were so severe.

"There is a costume party tonight, and the theme is Scary Castle," Bode explained. "Everyone will dress up in weird and weird ways."

"So you undead don't have to hide anything, right?" Boluogo understood what he meant.

Bode nodded and said with some emotion, "After becoming immortal, due to various factors, it is difficult for us to integrate into the crowd. There are not many moments to cheer together."

Bode said with envy as the black skeleton stared at him.

"At this time, I am very envious of the undead like you. You can continue to blend in with the crowd as a human, while we can only hide away."

Boluogo didn't know what to say, so he could only smile at Bode and said.

"Happy Pledge Day, Bode."

Bode nodded vigorously, and after taking two steps, he staggered and almost fell. A whimper sounded from underneath him, and Sai Zong bit Bode's calf hard.

While cursing, Bode kicked Sai Zong's head hard, but this obviously couldn't stop Sai Zong. Not long after the serious situation, the Undead Club started to jump up and down again.

Bologg smiled and shook his head, then Sere shouted to Bologg.

"Are you with Palmer tonight?"

"No, I have to stay at the stronghold tonight."

Boluogo waved his hand. He didn't want to join this crazy drinking party. He woke up the next day with a splitting headache. He often saw Palmer like this. Sometimes Palmer would vomit while walking. come out.

Fortunately, the Great Rift is a place that accommodates all things. It should be okay if Palmer vomits something into it.

After pushing the door open and leaving, when he arrived at the "Kenning Room", the serious and repressive Order Bureau also had a rare touch of relaxation. Bologo first went to Lebius's office to report to him about the current situation and make inquiries. The progress of the task.

"Is there still no progress on the Yas side?" Boluogo asked.

"No, but what is certain is that the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce has not left the Great Rift. They must be brewing something secretly."

Lebius frowned and said, if the Gray Trade Merchant Association caused trouble every day and kept them busy, Lebius would think it was nothing. But now the entire great rift is as quiet as dead water, and no one knows what is swimming in the deep water. .

"These damn guys, I don't even have a holiday." Jeffrey complained from the side. During this important holiday, he had to work overtime with Lebius.

"You have nothing to do anyway, right? Or do you want to join the young people's drinking party?" Lebius said, "Jeffrey, give the space to the young people. If you appear there, you will only make people Everyone is uncomfortable.”

Jeffrey was speechless by Lebius. He looked at Bologo, who waved his hand, "I don't mind this, but Palmer does often say that if you drink with him, I feel like I’m partying with the leader and can’t let go.”

Jeffrey sighed. Although they are all colleagues, everyone's social circle is still different. He asked again, "What about you? Boluogo, how are you going to spend your time?"

"Go on duty at the stronghold. Anyway, like you, I have nothing to do." Boluogo replied.

After saying hello, as usual, we took the elevator to Shensi Garden, then took the subway to Qiu Shang Town, and came to TEDA's alchemy workshop.

Except for his work content, Boluogo feels that he is no different from ordinary office workers. He takes the bus, changes stations, and clocks in to go to work.

No matter how weird life is, it becomes routine after repeated for a long time. Sometimes Boluogo will stop to buy something when passing some shops.

Life is extremely normal, yet extremely abnormal.

Boluogo opened the door, and the silence in the alchemy workshop was terrifying. There was no sound except the hum of machinery.

Looking around, Boluogo didn't see TEDA. As he said before, TEDA was going out for the Oath Festival.

For the arrival of the Oath Festival, no decorations were made in the Alchemy Workshop, as if it had nothing to do with the festival. This made Boluogo feel a little strange. In a serious place like the Bureau of Order, today there were candies being distributed to the staff at the front desk, and even just Even in this ghost place called the Great Rift, some people put up some bright lights to add to the festive atmosphere.

But this place seems to be abandoned. If Boluo Ge hadn't come, there wouldn't be any guests here today.

Boluogo didn't think too much. He walked directly to the stronghold hut and passed Aimu's maintenance station on the way. Aimu seemed to be still sleeping, lying there quietly, with several robotic arms falling on her body and moving slowly. , adjust the mechanics and correct the alchemical matrix.

She should be optimizing herself, or maybe doing maintenance. These things that Aimu made are too sophisticated, and Boluogo can't understand them at all.

After standing at the door for a while, Boluogo did not disturb Aimu. His job was not to accompany the alchemy doll to understand the nature of human beings, but to monitor the movements of the Great Rift and TEDA.

After pushing open the door of the stronghold hut and sorting out the documents and equipment, Boluogo tried to find something to do for himself, but he was usually dedicated enough, and after a while, he became idle.

After hesitating for a while, Boluogo lay down on his single bed, trying to relax his tense mood. Today was the Oath Day, and he warned himself that there was no need to be so tired.

People need to relax, and so do the undead.