Endless Debt

Winter has completely enveloped the city. Gloomy snow clouds have piled up on the tall buildings, scattering large amounts of snowflakes to the sky and the earth. The strong winds drag these crystal fragments, scraping the faces of pedestrians like razors. cheek.

Boluogo put on a thick coat and a scarf around his neck, walking on the streets of Opos with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

More than a week has passed since the end of the Pledge Festival, but the aftermath of the Pledge Festival is still echoing in the city. The decorations that have not yet been put away, the ribbons mixed with gray and black slush, and the celebrations played from time to time in front of the shops. singing……

The violent storm and snow hit his face head-on, and every time he breathed the cold air, it scratched his heart and lungs. Boluogo couldn't feel the residue of the festive atmosphere at all, but instead felt a sense of desolation after destruction.

There is only a chaotic gray between the sky and the earth. Snow and ice hang on the surface of the building. It is obviously early in the morning, but the heavy snow blocks all the light. In the chaos, lights can be seen on the streets, and vehicles are struggling to navigate the blizzard. forward in.

Today is not a good day to go to work, but unfortunately, there is important work to do today, and Boluogo has to come to the Order Bureau.

After entering the "reclamation room", Boluogo closed the door hard to isolate the wind and snow from the door, and slapped the snow on his body vigorously. They fell all over the ground and melted into water.

There are a lot of water stains like this at the door. It seems that it is not easy for everyone to come to work today.

Pushing away Lebius' office, Boluogo sat down on the sofa and rubbed his hands vigorously to warm his cold body again.

"This weather is terrible." Bologg muttered.

"You're not going to die."

Geoffrey commented that he arrived a while earlier than Boluogo.

"Just because you won't die doesn't mean you're not afraid of the cold... The feeling of freezing to death is terrible." Boluogo said with lingering fear, as if he had really been frozen to death.

"Have a cup of hot coffee."

Uriel handed Bologg a cup of steaming coffee.

Boluogo quickly took it, warmed his palms and said thanks, "Thank you, Uriel."

Uriel smiled at Boluogo and continued to be busy, assisting Lebius in handling various official duties.

Looking at Uriel's busy figure, sometimes Boluogo almost forgets that there is such a person in the group, but every time he sees Uriel, Boluogo feels relieved.

Uriel, Uriel, she is one of the few normal people in this special operations group, which makes Bologg feel that he is still involved in the benchmark of reality.

"Winter in Opos is always like this. This is just the beginning. The late winter blizzard has not yet come." Jeffrey said.

"A late winter snowstorm..."

Boluogo muttered in a low voice. He had experienced this "deep winter blizzard" personally.

When he was released from prison, he encountered the winter of Opos. Fortunately, Adele took him in, and Boluogo spent the whole winter on the sofa of her house.

In the depth of winter, there is a thick layer of ice on the windows, and when the light falls, it will be dimmed into a hazy white light. When a snowstorm comes, it seems that there are thousands of ghosts marching in the snow, and the passing wind brings whistling and whimper.

Boluogo has always felt that the blizzard in Opos can be regarded as a real natural disaster. It is common for street traffic to be paralyzed after a blizzard passes. However, the worst place is not within Opos, but the large chasm.

It is said that many people freeze to death in the Great Rift every winter, and ice and snow cover the already rusty long staircase corridors, making movement in the Great Rift even more dangerous.

The door of the office was pushed open forcefully, and Palmer walked in slowly. Unlike Boluogo, who was in a mess, this guy seemed not to be affected by the wind and snow, and his clothes were neat and tidy.

Boluogo was a little surprised. According to his understanding of Palmer, this guy should be covered in snow. He screamed and pushed the door in. Then he grabbed Uriel's hot coffee and huddled on the sofa to complain about this. If the weather is good enough to go to work or something like that.

"Feng Yuan is such a useful secret energy."

Noticing Bolog's gaze, Palmer raised his eyebrows and said as if he knew what Bolog was thinking.

The weather outside was very bad, but Palmer had strong winds to clear the way for him, and even though his vision was blocked, he didn't have to worry about being discovered, so he drove the secret energy all the way to the "Kenshi".

Sitting next to Boluogo, he asked Jeffrey in a relaxed manner, "What's so important today that I have to report even this kind of weather."

"Instead of more important things...Palmer, if you violate the regulations again, I will really deduct your salary." Jeffrey stared at Palmer and said seriously.

After hearing what Jeffrey said, Palmer instantly returned to his familiar appearance, sitting upright on the sofa and apologizing repeatedly.

In the employee handbook of the Bureau of Order, there is a regulation that avoids activating secret energy in the city unless necessary. This is not only to conceal the existence of extraordinary power, but also to avoid causing unnecessary vigilance.

Oath City Opos is very big, so big that even after so many years, the city is still developing and growing.

As a gap city between two behemoths, countless strangers live here. No one knows how many desperadoes are hidden in the quiet life, or even whether there are exiled condensers.

Launching secret energy in the city will inevitably cause ether fluctuations. If there are potential condensers around, this will undoubtedly expose one's identity and position.

As an expert, Bologo has always abided by employee regulations. He uses his secret powers to hone his skills at most in his own home. Even so, Bologo often observes whether there are unfamiliar faces nearby. He is very vigilant.

Palmer is on the other extreme. This guy often drives his car late at night with his secret power. He is considered a habitual offender. For this reason, Jeffrey has deducted his salary, but often this can only make Palmer restrain himself. Just a few days.

"Okay, okay, I'll pay attention." Palmer nodded repeatedly.

Since the Clarks' family cut off Palmer's living expenses, Palmer's lifeline has been entirely dependent on his salary from the Bureau of Order.

"Don't be like those radical old guys who always want to get to the stage."

Jeffrey said something of unknown meaning, but Palmer felt even more sorry after hearing it.

"What's the most important thing today?" Bologg changed the subject and glanced at Palmer from the corner of his eyes.

Sometimes Burlogo always felt that he had not used Palmer well enough. Although he was a hapless man, a salary thief, and quite unreliable, it could not hide the fact that he was a member of the Clerks family.

So as an ancient extraordinary family, the Clerks family should know a lot of secrets, and I don't know how much Palmer knows.

I have to find a way to pry his mouth and dig out these secrets.

"It's important..."

Jeffrey muttered something, then looked at Lebius.

At this time, Lebius put down the work at hand and looked at the two of them expressionlessly.

Boluogo's heart tightened. His boss usually kept silent. Whenever he spoke, it was usually about something fatal.

"The sixth group has received the invitation letter."

As he spoke, Lebius opened the drawer, took out two black keys, and placed them in front of the table.

"Is this... the key to the winding path?" Bologo noticed the ether fluctuations floating on the key.

"These are two keys leading to the winding path to the auction venue," Lebius stated the details of the mission. "The contractors of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce have engraved the devil's contract power on them and set various restrictions."

"for example?"

"This Key to the Winding Path is disposable and will be damaged after use, and it can only allow one person to pass through." Lebius explained.

"Is this so..."

Boluogo thought deeply. Once the operation started, he and Palmer would go deep into the enemy's heartland.

"This winding path key won't send us to another place, right? Then the sixth group won't be able to get here in a while." Palmer said.

"No, this is a sacrifice to the tyrant. In any case, all this can only unfold in the hesitating fork in the road." Jeffrey said.

"And then...there's these things."

Lebius said and took out two more black cubes from the drawer. This guy can always take out messy things from the drawer. If possible, Boluogo would really like to see how big his drawer is.

"These two things are signal generators that can send out specific ether fluctuations, allowing us to determine your location."

Burlogo stepped forward and collected these things, one for each of Palmer.

"By the way, have you read those books carefully?" Lebius asked again.

"I looked at it...but it's useless. I'm a condenser, not an alchemist. How could I learn it in such a short time?" Palmer complained.

"After reading part of it, I didn't really understand it, but as long as you keep destroying it, it'll be fine, right?" Bologo said.

"That's almost it." Lebius nodded.

The main tasks of the two people are to expose the location of the venue and destroy the virtual realm as much as possible.

Destroying the virtual realm sounds simple, but it is a technical job. In order to facilitate the two people's actions, Lebius brought in some action records of the third group to let the two learn from the experience of professionals.

"So when does the mission start?" Bologo asked.

"I don't know." Lebius shook his head, "No one knows when the Gray Trade Merchant Meeting will start."

"But when they start the auction, the key to the winding path in your hands will start to stir, reminding you to open the nearest door and go to the venue. That's when the mission begins." Lebius added.

"Okay, we will keep the whistle in contact at all times."

Boluogo held the key in his hand tightly and was ready to rush to the battlefield.

Lebius also nodded, but before Boluogo noticed, he silently opened the drawer and glanced at the mask placed in it.