Endless Debt

Boluogo misjudged one thing from the beginning. He thought that Aimu knew nothing. In fact, on the contrary, Aimu was the one who knew the most secrets. She was the cornerstone of resurrecting Alice. All the secrets of TEDA were unknown. Something to do with her.

He didn't question loudly, nor did he yell anything at Aimu. His voice was as calm as winter.

Aimu didn't remain silent for long. She said, "The teacher wants to resurrect Alice."

"How to be resurrected?" Bologo asked.

"The soul determines the body, but this may be reversible. Let the body determine the soul." Aimu raised his head and looked directly at Boluogo. "Make the container shape and return to its original appearance, along with the soul in it." , are also corrected from their errors.”

"Is this all TEDA's plan? He never thought that he could hide this from us in the first place, and instead took advantage of us."

Boluogo realized that another reason why TEDA did not take action against him and Palmer was to use the two of them to let the Order Bureau find the venue.

I don’t know how TEDA is going to snatch the Immortal Heart, but it’s obvious that as long as the venue is in chaos, he has a chance to win.

The best way to cause chaos is to let these forces fight.

"The teacher never told me this. He only told me to do what I should do." Aimu said.

"What should you do?"

"Protect her."

Aimu knocked on his chest. Alice's philosopher's stone was hidden in the core of Perpetual Motion.

"Then what do you think? Aimu."

Boluogo asked again, but this time his question seemed a bit baffling.

Aimu did not answer, but remained silent.

Boluogo took a deep breath. Sometimes silence is also an answer.

"I just hope your teacher won't do anything crazy. Although I don't like him very much, I am quite taken care of by him for a while. If possible, I don't want to swing a knife at him."

The words were like this, but this time, there was something strange in the way Boluogo looked at Aimu.

"Is the teacher going to do something terrible?"

Aimu became nervous. She didn't even know where the door led to. She just felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere today.

The usual harmony is no longer there, everyone is on guard with anger and hatred towards each other.

"I don't know, but it's a pretty bad place he went to...he shouldn't be there."

After finishing speaking, Boluogo was about to turn around and step into the door, but Aimu reached out and held him, stopping Boluogo's actions.

"I will go with you."

The halo in his eyes became clearer and the edges were clearer. Aimu was unwilling to let the tragedy happen.

"This can only go through one person."

As soon as Bologe finished speaking, the ether burst out, a glare flashed, and the clothes fell lightly on the ground. Then a coldness ran along his body, and a faint shimmer surrounded Bologe's body.

"What now?"

The voice sounded directly in Boluogo's mind.

Burlogo hesitated for a moment, picked up the suitcase prepared by Palmer, and plunged into the darkness.

…

The dim light in the room slightly illuminated the man in the mirror. Gray looked at himself in the mirror. The familiar self was no longer there, but instead he had a battered and decayed face.

Gray couldn't remember how many days he had spent in this deep chasm, nor could he remember what he looked like in the past. There was a faint pain in his body, and he habitually picked up the potion and pricked it along his arm. , in order to reduce the interference of pain.

He had become addicted to drugs, and now it was difficult for Gray to sleep without the help of tranquilizers.

Whenever he closes his eyes, Gray will always go back to that stormy night, when Jamon betrayed him and Mirasha died tragically in front of his eyes...

Fortunately, Gray survived and got a chance for revenge, even if it burned him to death.

Wash your face vigorously to wake yourself up.

After waking up, all his senses became sharper, and Gray could vaguely hear the noise caused by the vibration of metal.

That thing has been making noise since a few minutes ago.

Gray was not in a hurry. He knew he had plenty of time. He picked up the sewn clothes. This was the uniform of the King's Secret Sword. Gray put it on again and looked at himself in the mirror. This reminded him of joining the King. The day of the secret sword.

Finally, he picked up the mottled coat of arms and fixed it on his chest. Gray reached out and held the noble secret sword, which once belonged to Milansha.

"Jamon..."

Gray's voice was hoarse and full of curses.

At this time, the door behind him opened slightly, and light came in. Through the mirror, Gray could see the figure standing at the door.

"It's already started. Why don't you start?" the man asked.

"Is everything you said true? Those guys called the King's Shield Guards." Gray ignored the man's words and asked about something else.

"Is it important whether they are true or false? Anyway, Jamon is among them, and they are all your enemies." The man said.

"Yes," Gray nodded, turning his head to look at the figure at the door, "What about you? Vika, what are you doing all this for?"

"Vika?" The man smiled and shook his head, "Vika has a day off today."

The man walked towards Gray, and his face gradually became clearer. He and Vika had exactly the same appearance. To be precise, he was Vika, but Gray understood that the inside under the skin was different.

"Who are you?" Gray asked, "I'll probably die in there anyway. It shouldn't be a big deal if a dead man knows the secret, right?"

The man thought for a while and realized that this was indeed the case, and then he used Vika's body to talk to Gray.

"You can call me Mammon."

There was a strange look in Gray's eyes. He didn't show too much surprise. He had already vaguely guessed this after living here for so long.

"What exactly do you want to do? This is your kingdom. You know all the movements of the King's Shield Guards and even their intentions. Why do you want to let them go? Is it just because you can't directly interfere with reality? "

Gray continued to ask, this was considered the last time of his life, and he wanted to know more secrets.

"Let them go? Do you think I'm letting them go?" Mammen didn't understand.

Hearing this answer, Gray's eyes became serious, and he realized that all this was not as simple as he thought.

"Are they also under your control?"

"No, I just took advantage of them." Mammen smiled, and then said, "Don't look at me like this, but I actually have selfish motives."

"What kind of selfishness?"

"You're asking too much, Gray." Mammon said.

"I am also a part of your plan, right? At least you want me to die more clearly, right?" Gray said expressionlessly.

"How could it be? We are mutually beneficial. I took you in and gave you a chance for revenge..."

"But it's just what you wanted, isn't it?" Gray pressed forward step by step.

Waves of hoarse and weird laughter sounded. The man's eyes were hollow, and the muscles on his face were distorted, making an exaggerated and weird smile.

"I'm looking for someone, a brother of mine, whom I haven't seen in years."

Mammen suddenly said, "I thought I would keep searching like this, but not long ago, I met another person who inspired me."

"You're right, Gray. I can't directly interfere in this world. It's been so simple to find someone for this, but it's been delayed for so many years."

The empty pupils were split, like cells that were constantly dividing, and the dense pupils filled the whites of the eyes. Mammon approached Gray, and a strange murmur lingered in his ears.

"This is a trial to identify those who are truly valuable."

Gray guessed what was going to happen next. He didn't feel anything about it, he was just bored.

"The most valuable person will become your debtor and run for you."

Gray thought of that pale mask, and he was inextricably linked to all of it.

"Are you a delusional person? You have taken a fancy to his value."

"No, no, no, value is not fixed," Mammon denied, and then he asked Gray, "How do you think you should judge a person's value?"

Gray said nothing, while Mammon let out bursts of shrill laughter again.

"Everyone has a chance to prove their worth, even you, Gray."

Gray shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Devil's blessing? Let's forget it."

He crossed the mamen and picked up the thing that had been making noise, which was a dark key. Gray inserted it into the keyhole of the door, and then pulled out a darkness.

Gray held Mirasha's secret sword tightly and stepped into it.

…

"Devils... I hate these weird and crazy existences, but I have to admit that when you are in dire straits, they are the only ones willing to lend a helping hand."

The Shadow King sat on the glass round bottom, the sea of ​​fog below glowed dimly, and the cloudy eyes under the mask watched.

Behind the Shadow King, the third guard stood beside him, like a bodyguard, protecting him at all times.

"Have they set off?" Shadow King asked.

"We have already entered the venue. We are bound to win the Immortal Heart." The third seat responded.

"Is it inevitable to win..."

The Shadow King did not feel much excitement from the third seat's words, but was filled with doubts.

"What's wrong?" asked the third seat.

"We are in the territory of a tyrant, and now we have to snatch the sacrifices offered to him... It's really disturbing that he is so quiet." Shadow King said softly.

"We keep the secret very well. No one knows our purpose. Even the Order Bureau can't trace us now." The third seat said.

"No, you underestimate the devil too much. It would be fine if it were somewhere else, but this is the Great Rift. In his land, the tyrant knows everything."

The Shadow King couldn't calm down. He had never liked this place, both in the past and now.

"But he didn't do anything."

After listening to the third seat's words, the Shadow King paused for a few seconds and then said.

"Maybe he's already done what he wanted to do."

The third person didn't understand what the Shadow King said, and the Shadow King had no intention of explaining. Instead, he stared obsessively at the sea of ​​fog below, his voice low and hoarse.

"Don't underestimate the devil, they are omnipotent, but don't underestimate the devil too much, they are just miserable prisoners."