Endless Debt

Palmer is a weirdo, a weirdo who expresses his thoughts directly without any concealment. This guy always has a smile on his face, and he always enjoys himself even if he is unlucky, as if this guy never knows sadness. What is it.

As a result, when the two are together, Burlogo comes across as a disgruntled, cold killer, and Palmer a complete, brainless psycho.

After sleeping through the night, Palmer slowly woke up. After waking up, there was a strong pain in his mind, and the hangover left him miserable.

Like a fish out of water, he thrust hard several times on the single bed before he stopped, and soon a hoarse scream came from his throat.

"Palmer, I think it's time for you to stop drinking."

Boluogo wore high-power glasses, carefully polished the small objects in his hands, and said without squinting.

"Life is bad enough, I need some alcohol to escape reality..." Palmer lay flat on the bed.

"Reading books, watching movies... I think either one is better than drinking."

Boluogo put down what he was holding, took off his high-power lens, and looked at Palmer.

"Anyway, just think of it as a small indulgence during the Oath Festival," Palmer's voice suddenly became full of energy. He sat up suddenly and stared at Bologg with a smile. "So, what's going on, expert?"

He looked dead just now, but now he is full of energy again.

Boluogo guessed that this might be the gain that Palmer got after passing the three trials. The body, mind and soul of the condenser were protected. Palmer only needed to sleep for a hangover that would cause headaches to mortals. Can be completely relieved.

"As expected of you, Borogo Lazarus."

Palmer stood up unsteadily and looked around Bologna, making strange noises from time to time, as if Bologna was a work of art and he was a connoisseur, commenting on Bologna. .

"You've made such rapid progress in just one night without me," Palmer felt as if he had gotten to know his partner again. Looking at Bologna's gloomy and dejected face, he praised, "I really didn't realize it. ah."

"what are you talking about?"

Boluogo was stunned by Palmer's damn look, and he really couldn't understand what Palmer was talking about. Even he couldn't understand the slang that this guy sometimes said.

Sometimes we have to admit that because of their different growth environments and life experiences, there is indeed something called a "generation gap" between Bologna and Palmer.

After learning about Burlogo's past, Palmer would call him a stubborn old man if he couldn't quarrel with Burlogo.

As an old man who is nearly a hundred years old, Boluogo will naturally not argue with young people like Palmer in verbal disputes. He will only silently take out the horn vibrator and stare at it expressionlessly. Palmer.

"You...and that alchemy doll, you two are the only ones here at the Oath Festival, what did you do? Look at her reaction, my God!" Palmer asked excitedly.

Bologg still didn't understand what Palmer meant, but when the conversation came to Aimu, Bologg was just about to talk to Palmer about this.

"Nothing, just getting to know each other deeply with her."

Speaking of this, Boluogo's expression trembled a little.

More than just an in-depth understanding, the two of them merged directly into a more powerful version of Borogo Lazarus.

It comes with ether perception and ether shielding, and has extremely strong ether endurance, which is much more reliable than Palmer's drunk partner.

Boluogo's mind can sometimes run into trains. After parting ways with Aimu, he thought about whether he should have a cool name if he really turned Aimu over and fought in that state when performing missions in the future. name.

Such as "entering overload mode" and "infinite ether mode".

"that's all?"

Obviously, there is a huge difference between the "deepness" that Palmer understands and the "deepness" that actually occurs.

"Hmm, I also learned about her secret power by the way."

Boluogo did not tell anyone about his birthday or taking Aimu out. He is a man who keeps his promise. Since this is a secret that only they know, then they should not let the third person know... More importantly, Bologna Logo didn't trust Palmer's mouth.

Based on my knowledge of Palmer, once I told him this, TEDA would knock on the door angrily within a few days.

"Based on my current understanding, Aimu's secret power is very suitable for me. Even if I ignore her alchemy skills, I think I can win her over to the Order Bureau's side based on this alone."

Boluogo spoke to Palmer seriously, and Palmer's face showed a kind of pale helplessness. At this moment, these were not the conversations he expected at all.

After taking a deep look at Boluogo, he saw that there was no trace of impurity in the blue pupils. Palmer held his forehead and admitted that the two people did not agree on certain aspects of cognition.

"Even if you say so, you must first know that Aimu is not an independent individual. To be precise, she is TEDA's 'property'."

After Palmer saw that his insinuations were fruitless, he started a serious discussion with Burlogo.

"Um……"

Boluogo realized that this was a problem, but after a brief thought, he added, "Don't TEDA and the Bureau of Order have an agreement?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"I don't know the specific content of the agreement, but what is certain is that the Bureau of Order must care about these technologies very much to allow TEDA to act so recklessly in the Great Rift and obtain the support of the Bureau of Order."

Boluogo crossed his arms, strange thoughts rising from the bottom of his heart, and he continued to ask.

"Actually, from this point of view, Amu is considered the joint property of the Bureau of Order and TEDA, right?"

"If you think so...it doesn't seem to be a problem." Palmer thought for a while and agreed with Boluogo's idea.

Since the King's Secret Sword lost the Secret War, Oath City Opos has been completely under the control of the Bureau of Order. The Great Rift, the only place outside the law, and the monsters entrenched in it, also have strict relations with the Bureau of Order. Treaties bind each other.

From this point of view, the Bureau of Order indeed deserves to own a part of Amu...Amu.

"Tear down Aimu?"

Palmer had a bad idea.

"Amu is not a human being, but an alchemy doll. If one day the Bureau of Order and TEDA really fall out, we need her..."

As he spoke, Palmer gestured with his hand like a knife and slashed his waist, and then said, "So you're half and I'm half?"

Bologg looked at a fool and said, "Take out your mask."

Palmer took out a black hood from somewhere. The black fabric was wet and the smell of alcohol was on it.

"Put it on."

Palmer obeyed and put on the black hood. Burlogo brought a mirror and asked Palmer to look at himself in the mirror.

"What do you think you look like?" asked Borogo.

"Bandits."

"Yes, gangsters," Boluogo said with a gangster's anger, "This is the territory of the Bureau of Order. If we really fall out, why don't we just start robbing them?"

Palmer looked awakened and exclaimed, "It has to be you, expert."

"But... this is a bit bad, isn't it? After all, TEDA is also the former minister of the Sublimation Furnace Core." Palmer said cautiously.

"So which camp does TEDA belong to now?" Boluogo asked.

"The Order of Truth?"

"This is not the end. He was once one of ours. We miss that time very much, but unfortunately, every journey has an end. TEDA was the first to part ways with us. We still remember his kindness, but we should also defend ourselves. Interests."

Boluogo whispered, while making a fist with one hand, feeling full of strength.

Palmer was stunned. He didn't expect that the expert in front of him could defend himself so well, but this didn't seem to be an excuse, but a fact.

Just saying this from Boluogo's mouth, it sounds weird anyway.

Boluogo was silent for a second or two, staring at Palmer, then looking at the door of the stronghold hut. The two of them were in the virtual realm. No one knew whether TEDA had the ability to peek at him, even Boluogo. Ge had checked every corner of the room beforehand.

"There's another thing, Palmer, you have to believe me absolutely and unconditionally." Boluogo said seriously.

"This is inevitable, you are my partner." Palmer nodded repeatedly.

Borrogo asked, "Do you remember what happened in today's meeting?"

"Remember……"

Dizzy and vague memories rushed towards Palmer. The more he recalled, the weirder his expression became. Looking at Bologg, he saw Bologg pick up a pen and paper, write a paragraph in a hurry, and show it to Palmer.

"TEDA is not trustworthy."

Burlogo went on to write.

"We are very likely to be enemies of them if necessary."

Palmer opened his mouth, spoke silently, and mouthed vigorously, "Being an enemy of a person who has power? Are you crazy!"

"I know that if we are hostile to TEDA, the chance of winning is very slim, but sometimes it is not just killing the opponent that counts as victory in a battle."

Boluogo held up the paper, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Palmer was stunned for a moment, and soon understood what Boluogo meant.

"Is this human trafficking?" Palmer whispered. What the two are discussing now is not afraid of being overheard.

"The prerequisite for human trafficking is that the trafficked person must first be a human being." Bologo used Palmer's words and said to Palmer in turn.

"We are called the proper property of the Bureau for the Maintenance of Order."

Boluogo said righteously.