Endless Debt

As his consciousness awakened, bursts of purring sounded from his ears. Boluogo opened his eyes and could see the black cat nestled on his chest without raising his head.

Maybe it was too long since no newcomers had come. During the few days he stayed in the Undead Club, Weier was very attached to him. Even if he kicked it out of the room, he would always see it next to him when he woke up.

Boluogo sat up from the bed and carefully moved Weier aside. In the Undead Club, there were not many people that Boluogo respected, and Weier was the only one.

It's not that Weier is so powerful or knowledgeable, it's just that among these weirdos, Weier is a rare normal cat.

After getting out of bed, out of wariness of other people in the Undead Club, Boluogo didn't dare to take off his clothes when sleeping here. Every time he fell asleep, he only took off his coat.

After simply stretching his body, Boluogo summoned the snake scale liquid, and the cold snake crawled across his palm, like soft fabric, woven into silver gloves.

For Boluogo in the past, such precise control was very difficult, but now it is extremely easy.

However, with this kind of progress, Bologe also gradually discovered some of his own weaknesses. For example, Bologe lacked powerful means of killing with one strike.

After successfully conducting the triple trial yesterday, Boluogo sparred with Hart in the combat room.

Although Hart looked simple and honest, he fought with great momentum. Seeing that he was an immortal, he simply let go and did it.

Then the intense ether reaction of the believer is released unreservedly in front of him.

It was not until this moment that Bologna realized that Hart was a believer.

As a believer of the Origin School, Hart's movements were a little clumsy under the aether amplification, but every punch he struck was extremely deadly, and the halberd rising from the ground was easily shattered by him.

If Bologo was hit head-on without protection, his internal organs would be smashed into a bloody mess in an instant.

Fortunately, Boluogo was dexterous enough, and combined with the deceitfulness of the Snake Scale Liquid, Hart was unable to touch Boluogo during the entire fight.

Unfortunately, the match ended in a draw.

While avoiding Hart's onslaught, Bologo was also thinking of ways to fight back, but no matter what kind of offensive he launched, he could not penetrate the ether barrier built by Hart.

Even after passing the three trials, there is still a certain gap between Boluoge and the believer.

Pure ether formed a defense line surrounding the body, and all of Bolog's attacks were easily blocked by Hart. This was with Hart's bare hands and without the use of his own alchemical weapons.

To be honest, this made Boluogo a little disappointed. He thought that after the three trials, he could punch the condensers and kick the prayer believers, but when it came to Hart, this guy was as hard as a shield wall.

It's okay to say that. Hart's duty in the team is the shield wall. The ether barrier he evoked in previous actions can even withstand attacks from those in authority.

Boluogo is not helpless against Hart, as long as Hart is exhausted, constantly consuming his ether, looking for weak points in the ether barrier, and launching a fierce attack.

But in the end, Boluogo didn't do this. This was just a discussion, not a life and death duel. There was no need to fight like that.

"You are very strong, but you just met the wrong opponent," Hart commented afterwards. "I specialize in the ultimate skill of ether barrier. Although it has not reached the extreme level, it is not something that ordinary people can break. You are like this The dexterous guy was just restrained by me."

Boluogo understands this truth. Battles between condensers sometimes rely on luck.

If Boluogo was an Ethereal School condenser, he could cross the ether barrier and hit Hart's spirit hard, or create illusions and expose flaws.

Had Hart been a Condensator of the Ethereal School, he would have been killed in the blink of an eye by Bologo's offensive under the heavy rain.

In short, after fighting Hart, Bologo discovered his shortcomings. Before, he could still use the radiant blade. The pure ether sword was enough to pierce most defenses, even Hart's ether barrier. , there is also a chance to penetrate.

But in the battle with Scarlet Bishop Latis, this radiant blade that had repeatedly performed extraordinary feats was completely shattered, and Bologo lost this deadly method.

So……

Boluogo's expression was a bit bad. He lacked alchemical weapons and had to go to the sublimation furnace core. If he went to the sublimation furnace core, he would definitely see Bailie.

Thinking of Bailey's roar yesterday, Boluogo had a headache. He thought he could hide for a while, but the next day he had to see her again.

"Good morning."

When he walked out of the room and came to the bar, he still looked familiar, Sere collapsed to the side, and the floor was in a mess.

Bologo jumped over the bottles and jars to avoid getting his shoes contaminated with unknown liquids, and soon he arrived at the Bureau of Order.

"Hmph, you kid..."

Bailey looked at Boluogo with a smile, raised her white thighs, pressed her back against the back of the chair, put her hands on the armrests, and looked arrogant as if she was sure of victory.

Boluogo ignored Bailey. He looked around and sighed, "You actually have an office. I always thought you were tired, so you just found a place to rest."

"ah?"

Bailey tilted her head, but she didn't react to Boluogo's ridicule for a moment. As the minister of sublimation furnace core, few people dared to talk to her like this.

Different from the office in her impression, Bailey's place here is more like a small workspace. Various containers are piled on the shelves. There is also a small vise set up on the edge of her desk.

Coupled with Bailey's pretty face full of evil smiles, Boluogo felt that she was like the old witch who lived in the tree in the story.

Um……

Young witch.

Boluogo was mentally prepared, but surprisingly, the witch did not pounce on him and punch him.

What made Boluogo even more uneasy was that Bailey's evil smile disappeared and she turned to look at him seriously.

Burlogo has always felt that Bailey and Palmer are similar in some aspects, such as some brain problems, but the difference is that Palmer will fall ill regardless of the occasion, even if he is about to die in the next second, he will Forcing you to listen to his cold jokes.

Bailey is different. She knows very well when to laugh and when to be serious. For this reason, whenever Bailey becomes serious, Boluogo understands that the happy time is over and something important has happened.

"I need some highly lethal alchemical weapons." Boluogo said.

"Rather than studying these things, there is another more important thing right now."

Looking at Bailie's expression, Bologo knew she wasn't joking.

A few minutes later, Bailey took Boluogo to the familiar place, the place where he would come every day.

Aimu floats in the solution. After constant reconstruction, the whole body has been assembled, but it has not been covered with coating. The whole body is still metallic, like an exquisite white doll.

"There's something wrong with Aimu." Bailey said from the side.

"What's the problem? I think she's doing pretty well now." Boluogo didn't understand.

"Yes, it looks good, just like new. But the problem is that we reconstructed Amu's body, but we couldn't wake her up."

When she said this, Bailie's voice became cautious, and she looked at Boluogo's reaction.

"Failed to... wake up?" Bologo repeated.

"All of Aimu's values ​​are within the normal range, and the constant motion core and mental projection are also running stably. It stands to reason that she can take control of her body again, but we have tried to wake her up several times, but she has no response."

Bailey racked her brains, trying to think of a way to describe all this to a layman like Burlogo.

"Like a vegetative person, the body is intact but the consciousness cannot wake up."

Boluogo gradually frowned. He thought of the nightmare he had encountered yesterday and was lost in the nightmare.

"This is really like the door of the operating room. I am the doctor and she is the patient. In the absence of the teacher, I can't think of anyone other than you who can sign the critical illness notice." Bailey muttered.

Aimu is extremely lonely in this world, and the people who are in contact with her can be counted on one hand.

Interpersonal relationships are like huge webs that tightly bind everyone in the spider's nest of society. But Amu is different. There are only a few threads connecting her. When they are all broken, she will fall silently. into darkness.

"What can you do?" Boluogo asked.

"The solution is you. You can be sure that Aimu is still alive, but she can't wake up. Have you seen similar reports? The family members kept shouting next to the vegetative person, and finally they woke up the vegetative person."

Bailey thought for a while and continued, "Although she is my junior sister, I don't have much interaction with her. She must not remember my voice, but you are different."

"Want to try?"

You know what I mean?