Endless Debt

Back in the ward, Palmer told Bologo everything that had happened in the past half month.

"First, we raided the venue. The operation was very successful. Not only did we disrupt the conspiracy of the Orangutan Sect and hunted down a scarlet bishop, we also captured a person in authority among the King's Shield Guards, and he is now being captured. The Order Bureau is under strict interrogation.

As for the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, these guys ran very fast. As soon as something happened, everyone disappeared, as if they evaporated out of thin air in the big rift overnight. "

These merchants disappeared not only quickly, but when the fighting broke out in the venue, these merchants disappeared, leaving only these greedy guests, fighting each other endlessly.

Seeing Palmer's confused look, Bologo knew what the inside story of all this was.

That was the territory of the tyrant, and as these merchants were followers of the tyrant, it was extremely convenient for the tyrant to open a back door for them and send them away.

Looking back now, the auction was ostensibly a game played by the Bureau of Order, but Boluogo always felt that it was more like a game played by a tyrant. He got everyone involved, but no one noticed.

Palmer thought for a moment and then continued.

"This time, the sixth group took over our work, but since this time, they have not found any abnormalities in the big rift... It seems that this incident is over."

Burlogo listened to Palmer's words and nodded in agreement from time to time, but in the end, Burlogo said softly.

"No, not everything is over."

"Yes, one wave comes after another."

Palmer stretched and took a deep breath. After a few seconds of pause, he continued.

"The next thing happened after you fell into the big rift."

Palmer didn't know about the other members of this operation, but their elite duo had been severely injured. Not to mention the plasters on their bodies, it was a miracle that Bologo came back alive from his underground trip. .

"After confirming that TEDA was a delusional person, Group Six immediately launched a hunt... In fact, his identity was not important. The most important thing was the immortal heart that TEDA carried."

Palmer was mid-sentence when he was suddenly interrupted by Bologg, who asked, "Do you know what the Immortal Heart is?"

When asked about Immortality, Palmer fell silent.

Throughout the entire operation, the two of them were chasing the Immortal Heart from beginning to end. For this ghost, they fought back and forth with batch after batch of demons and monsters. They thought they had a chance to win, but in the end they were delusional. Taken away from home.

Thinking of this, Palmer felt a sense of frustration. As a gangster, he was actually robbed by others, and he had to find a way to get it back no matter what.

"Immortal heart?"

Palmer seemed hesitant, but he spoke anyway.

"I asked this from Jeffrey. He said this is...the heart of evil."

An expected answer.

Boluogo leaned against the wall behind him, and the chaos in his mind was completely relaxed at this moment.

This is the reason why the Bureau of Order resists the Orangutan Sect. The evil under the Great Rift seems to belong to the Scarlet Matron, and once it comes into contact with the Immortal Heart, this evil may wake up in an instant.

"Do you know about the existence of evil?" Palmer was surprised to see Boluogo's reaction was so dull.

“Don’t underestimate the knowledge reserve of experts.”

Boluogo knocked his head confidently, and then asked, "What else?"

"The sixth group raided TEDA's alchemy workshop, and that alchemy workshop...disappeared?"

"Disappeared? What do you mean?"

"It literally disappeared. This seems to be the power of its virtual domain, causing the entire alchemy workshop to change its position. But judging from the intensity of my previous contact, TEDA's virtual domain is not perfect, and it cannot move much. Far away, it should still be in the big rift. While patrolling this time, the sixth group is also searching for the location of the alchemy workshop."

Palmer noticed the confusion flashing across Bologo's face, and he said with a bit of a smirk.

"What? Is there something that experts don't understand?"

Burlogo looked at Palmer expressionlessly. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Palmer waved his hand and complained, "Are you threatening me?"

You have to admit, Boluogo is a very good interrogator. When he looks straight at you without saying a word, you can't help but throw out all the little secrets in your heart in exchange for a little bit of safety. feel.

"For a guy like you who talks nonsense, this can effectively reduce the complexity of communication between us."

Burlogo didn't care. He did this every time he didn't want to listen to Palmer's nonsense, and Palmer would condense his eloquent tirade into a few paragraphs.

"Just like the Kenshi can continuously extend in the spatial dimension, different virtual realms also have different levels of power."

Palmer found the conversation uninteresting.

"Remember the Immortal Club? It is also protected by the virtual realm, and the virtual realm shrouded in it also has the ability to shift positions.

I heard from Sere that the Undead Club changes locations every once in a while, but they have become very fond of Oath City Opos recently and plan to live here for a hundred years. "

Palmer explained that these undead people live in that small house all year round, and that small house itself can be moved, but the specific moving conditions are not clear to Palmer. After all, he is not a member of the Immortal Club. .

"Sounds like a moving castle."

"To be precise, it's a mobile bar, but... can the Undead Club be like this?" Boluogo was slightly surprised, "Serre didn't tell me this."

"You need to reflect on yourself at this point."

Palmer said, reaching out his hand and poking Boluogo, "Don't think about that damn alchemy doll. Do you remember the last time you came to the Immortal Club and had a happy hangover with everyone?"

Palmer's tone became softer, with a bit of resentment, "Do you still have us in your heart?"

"I...I don't like hangovers."

Burlogo looked at Palmer with disgust and responded dryly.

Seeing this, Palmer shook his head and showed a sad expression.

"It's over, it's over. Experts will also be deceived. All this looks too familiar."

Palmer actually started to remember.

"I think back then, my fiancée and I were like this. As a result, all my friends were left out, and everyone stopped taking me with them when we went out to play. Then I joined the Order Bureau, and now I don't even have my fiancée anymore."

When it came to the emotional part, Palmer seemed to be about to cry. Apart from some disgust, Bologo really didn't know how to react to this.

Why don't you ask someone else?

As a member of the Undead Club, Boluogo seldom took the initiative to go to the drunkard's house except for going to the Undead Club for his daily work.

Palmer was different. Whenever he had time, he would hang out in the Undead Club and chat with Sere.

The blood feud between the Clerks family and the Villelys family was wiped out on the two of them, and they called themselves brothers, singing and dancing.

"Is this really okay? Your family would be very angry if they knew about it, right?" Serei would sometimes ask.

"One code, one code!" Palmer held up his wine glass and whispered, "How about we pretend we don't know each other after we leave this door."

"You are the lord of the Night Clan, and I am the heir to the Clerks family... We can have a fight when we meet. Of course, it will be a pretend one. You won't die anyway, so what do you want me to do?"

"Perfect!"

Thurey responded to Palmer's shamelessness with a thumbs-up.

"Then that's it. Teda disappeared with his Immortal Heart and his alchemy workshop, but he couldn't escape. He should still be hiding in the big rift. It's only a matter of time before we find him." Palmer concluded road.

Boluogo thought for a moment, and then remembered something else.

"And what about that thing the tyrant promised?"

"What?"

"Fantasy seed, has anyone got it?"

Palmer thought about the conversation carefully, looking like he was racking his brains, and then said, "No, there is no news about this."

"I feel more like the tyrant gave a bad check and deceived everyone."

Reflecting on what he had learned, Palmer continued, "That's what the devils are, a bunch of damn cunning villains."

"No...the devils are indeed evil and abominable guys, but they never break their promises and never lie." Boluogo whispered.

"You mean..."

"Someone did get the fantasy seed, but who he is is unknown."

Thinking of these things hidden under the water, Boluogo felt a headache. He felt that he was worrying too much. This kind of thing should be left to Jeffrey and the others.

Boluogo sometimes feels that he is a little... arrogant, always wanting to take everything into his own hands, but his own abilities cannot keep up with it all.

It's time to advance the matter of promotion and be promoted to the knight who prays for the letter.

"Come on, Borogo."

Palmer's eyes were full of curiosity and he asked.

"What exactly is under the great rift?"

An imperceptible strange color flashed in Bolog's eyes. He didn't know how to describe all this to Palmer for a moment, and more importantly, whether to mention these secrets to Palmer.

King Solomon touching his crown, buried in the holy city...

Just as Boluogo was about to speak, there was a knock on the door, and then a strange man walked in.

"Mr. Borrogo Lazarus." The other party called out Borrogo's name.

Boluogo looked at the man. He looked gentle and gentle, wearing a pair of thick glasses on his face. He had a kind smile on his face and looked at himself softly.

"Who are you?"

"Group 4, deputy leader of the Abyss Watchers, Evan Rudolph."

Today, the streets have to maintain pipes and other messy things. As a result, the water and power are cut off from 6 am to 6 pm. I can only code on my mobile phone. I will update it for now.