Endless Debt

The large fissure after the blizzard is like a cracked ice valley. Thick frost hangs everywhere in the field of vision. Ice spikes extend from the metal. Pulled by the wind, they outline the dynamic feeling of a hurricane, as if it were thousands of miles away. Thousands of dancing arms.

The situation in the Great Rift is now very bad. The facilities that have been in disrepair for a long time have become even more fragile after being exposed to low temperatures and heavy snowfalls, and the ground has also become slippery. In such a dangerous place as the Great Rift, slipping and falling are not easy. A good thing.

Boluogo knew similar things. There were often such unlucky people in the Great Rift. They fell into the Great Rift for various reasons, and no one saw them again after that.

The air corridor became extremely dangerous. No one knew whether it would suddenly break in the middle. Boluogo and Palmer changed paths and spent a long time before returning to the alchemy workshop.

Compared with the cold outside, the alchemy workshop was very warm, and the temperature was still rising. Bologger took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He could clearly feel that the entire building was shaking slightly, and the dead furnace was rumbling. , while smelting steel, it also transports heat to every part of the alchemy workshop.

"Are we still patrolling in this weather?" Palmer asked. He really didn't want to go out on this day.

"No need, Lebius asked me to prepare for the next mission."

Boluogo shook his head. Lebius thoughtfully gave the two of them a holiday, but he said it was a holiday, but in fact they were preparing weapons and waiting for an invitation from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce.

Lebius doesn't know exactly when the auction will start, but according to the information obtained by the sixth team, it should be in the near future. During this period, both of them must be prepared at all times.

"From this point of view, Lebius is indeed a good boss." Palmer praised.

Putting his hand into his pocket and stroking the rough and ominous black key, Boluogo thought for a moment and said to Palmer, "I'm going to live here for the next few days, what about you?"

There are a large number of weapons and potions in the alchemy workshop, which are enough to support Boluogo in dealing with any emergencies.

"Then I'll be just like you."

Palmer nodded. He understood what Boluogo meant. Before solving this task, both of them needed to be fully prepared, even when sleeping, to prepare for the auction that might start at any time.

"But...if you open the door."

Boluogo took out the black key and looked at it carefully in his hand. "The power of the Great Rift will affect the Key of the Warp. We can't open the door here."

"Then we need to escape the influence of the big rift before opening the door." Palmer felt that this was not a problem. "It's an emergency anyway. If we can use secret energy, we can go quickly."

Boluogo confirmed Palmer's idea. The fact that this guy is so unlucky that he can survive until now is closely related to the speed brought by his secret power.

"There's a question, Borogo."

Palmer stared at the black key and asked another question, "Why can't this Warp Key open the door now? It hasn't been activated yet?"

Palmer had never heard that the Key to the Winding Path still needed to be activated, but if the devil was involved in this matter, he would not be surprised what happened.

Boluogo thought for a moment, and under Palmer's slightly horrified gaze, he directly inserted the key to the door's lock.

Cannot turn.

"Obviously, the key is there, but the door that is supposed to be opened has not yet appeared."

Boluogo took out the key and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Then there's planning for the mission."

Burlogo sat on a chair and Palmer sat on a single bed. The two looked at each other, Burlogo's voice was serious.

"Have you thought of a plan?" Palmer asked.

"I thought of a vague idea. After all, everything about the enemy is unknown to us, so we need to adapt accordingly."

Burlogo stretched himself vigorously and then spoke his mind to Palmer.

Palmer's eyes widened slightly, absurd words swirling in his ears, but thinking about it carefully, this is indeed Boluogo's style.

"Throwing aside the messy mission purpose, in fact, all of this can be summed up in one word."

Bologna elaborated on his vision.

After listening to Burlogo's simple and crude plan, Palmer was stunned for a long time, and then he gave a thumbs up, not knowing whether it was praise or disparagement.

"You are really a little expert at demolition."

"Hurry up and get ready, you never know when the mission will start." Boluogo urged.

It might be a few days later, or it might start tonight, no one can say for sure.

Boluogo remembered something, and there was a Mammon coin in his hand, with the symbol of mercury engraved on it.

Call the tyrant and ask him personally what the heck he is doing?

Boluogo himself laughed at this ridiculous idea and put the Mammon coin away. He might still be able to use it in the next mission.

Palmer became diligent. He opened the boxes in the stronghold hut and put together some strange things.

These things seemed very dangerous. Palmer's eyes were full of seriousness and carefulness, and his arms were as steady as steel.

"Wait a minute, won't they search us when we enter the venue?" Palmer asked, "Can these things be brought in?"

"I don't know," Boluogo shook his head. He had never participated in the auction, let alone the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. "I will carry these things when the time comes. Even if there is a problem, I can solve it."

"Fine."

Palmer shook his head. Anyway, this action was planned by Boluogo, so I left everything to him.

As for problems?

Who is Boluogo? I don’t know him at all!

Both are debtors. There is a big difference between Burlogo and Palmer. Palmer has both good luck and misfortune, but he only has one life. But Burlogo is different. He is an immortal and he has infinite comebacks. Opportunity.

This kind of extremely risky and fatal job could not be better left to him. Boluogo was simply born for this.

The two men's preparations continued into the evening. Palmer opened the supplies sent by the Order Bureau, assembled them one by one, carefully put them into the suitcase, and then locked the suitcase.

Boluogo was flipping through the action information of the third group. Although he couldn't understand how these guys broke through the virtual realm, there was still a lot of experience worth learning from.

As for preparing weapons?

Bologo really couldn't think of what he needed to prepare. Driven by the Hand of Recruitment, Bologo would never lack weapons. With the blessing of the Snake Scale Liquid, this power was strengthened to the limit.

He also has a reserve of alchemical warheads and has already carried them with him. After thinking about it over and over again, if conditions permit, he hopes to take Aimu with him.

Her harmonious body can greatly enhance her own strength, but unfortunately this is an action of the Bureau of Order, and Aimu should not get involved. The most important thing is that Aimu is a good alchemist, but she is not good at combat. Nothing.

"Do we need to prepare some Mammon coins?" Palmer asked. "It's an auction after all."

"Do we look like people going shopping?"

Burlogo always felt that Palmer was a smart guy, but sometimes this guy seemed particularly stupid.

"What are we?" Borrowgo asked. "Think about it, Palmer."

After thinking for a moment, Palmer said, "Bandits, demolition crews, terrorists..."

"Which one of these identities do you think needs to bring Mammon coins?" Boluogo whispered in his ear.

Palmer's eyes lit up, and he looked at Bologg with a little more respect. Then he continued to assemble the weapons as fast as a worker on an assembly line.

Boluogo opened the door. The two of them had been busy all day and hadn't eaten anything. He and Palmer were both a little hungry and were going to go to the kitchen to see what was there. But when he opened the door, he found that the alchemist The noise in the shop is much louder than before.

Picking up the ether flow eyepiece, Boluogo observed that the ether flow in the virtual realm had become much more dazzling, and he had no idea what TEDA was doing.

What surprised him most was that Aimu didn't bother him.

Since the Oath Festival, Boluoge and Aimu have become a lot closer. The two have become friends. She will come to Boluogo when she has nothing to do, and she also brings some food to Palmer.

After a lot of back and forth, Palmer was also surrendered. For this reason, Boluogo also talked about this with Aimu.

"Palmer? In fact, Palmer is a very easy person to deal with." Aimu said seriously.

"Why do you think so?"

"Just bring food to Palmer and tell weird jokes with him, and he'll consider you a friend."

"Palmer was like...a dog, a very happy dog."

In the end, Aimu said this about Palmer.

After leaving the stronghold hut, Boluogo found Aimu at the door of the first floor. She brought a suitcase with unknown contents in it, which seemed heavy.

Boluogo was about to say something, and then he noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Aimu's expression. Different from the energetic posture in the past, the aura in her eyes was stagnant and motionless.

Aimu noticed Boluogo, and the halo trembled for a moment, but it still stagnated.

It seemed like something bad had happened.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairwell. Teda walked down slowly. Boluogo glanced at him, and then his eyes stayed on him.

Although he didn't say anything, a strong sense of crisis erupted from the bottom of Boluogo's heart, and he was entangled with TEDA by vague threads.

Boluogo stood there, the invisible umbilical cord connecting him to the deceitful power.

Teda seemed to have noticed this. He was not a debtor, but he understood the devil's ominous aura all too well.

In the long silence, TEDA showed a helpless expression.

"Teda, is there something on you?" Boluogo asked warily, "Something not good."

"Are you referring to this?" Teda said, taking out something and admiring, "Are you debtors so keen on the devil?"

Boluogo saw clearly what TEDA was holding.

A dark, winding key.