Endless Debt

In the end, apart from this absurd story, Bologo didn't get anything useful from Sere's mouth... and a little bit. At least Borogo knew that Sere had been this neurotic from hundreds of years ago. .

Boluogo murmured, "But this guy Sere really lived long enough."

Sere told the story until he got up, and several people gathered around the blood-stained head to listen to his experiences over the past hundred years.

After running around with those crazy people for a while, Sere gradually felt bored. He needed new fun, so he left the camp alone in a lightless night.

“I didn’t understand what these lunatics were doing along the way, but the moment I left the camp, I suddenly understood that they, like me, were a group of zombies swallowed by emptiness, seeking a little happiness. To give the numbing content a little bit of ups and downs.”

Sere showed a confused look, "But what I don't understand is that I am an immortal who has gone through countless years, and they are just a group of mortals with a limited lifespan.

It was an ignorant and primitive era. Everyone believed in kings and knights. Today's various trends of thought did not even have a clue in that era. I don't think these people are nihilistic believers. They are more like showing off to someone. Provide someone with fun.

I know that these are the similar things. There may be some deviations in them, but there is nothing I can do about it. After all, so much time has passed and my memory will inevitably become blurred. "

This is the only information I got from Serei. This guy was too drunk. After briefly saying hello to the two of them, he lay on the table and fell asleep. It was Bode who was passing by who carried him. Went back to the room.

Bologg and Palmer moved forward in the empty corridor, their eyes falling on the ground in front of them. Bologg recalled Sere's past experiences.

Suddenly, Boluogo realized one thing. If it was Sere, he must know something.

The Night Clan was born in an era of ignorance thousands of years ago. At that time, there was no Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League in the world. There were only secret societies and secluded families that were also hidden in the world.

The alchemists among them were the first people to detect the ether and conduct research on the secret source. They developed together with the Night Clan. Human beings are limited by their life span and continue to die. They rely on books to teach the next generation infinite knowledge.

But the immortal Night Clan is not subject to such constraints. In other words, Serre, as the lord of the Night Clan, is likely to have watched the process of increasing ether concentration.

With the passage of time, extraordinary power has penetrated every inch of the land little by little, allowing those mysterious powers who can only slightly affect reality to have the power to move mountains and reclaim seas.

The Night Clan has developed secretly for thousands of years, during which time there were constant conflicts with the secret societies. Until the Dawn War a hundred years ago, when the Night Clan was about to create the Eternal Night Empire, the secret society's coalition forces completely defeated them.

Then came the brief years of peace, the rise of the Kogadel Empire, and in order to fight against this expansion of royal power, the countries united together and became today's Rhine League. Then came the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the Fall of the Holy City, and the Secret War. , until now...

Boluogo recalled the ancient history he knew. During these long years, countless forces were born and countless forces perished. Only the devil existed forever, traveling in the shadows of people's hearts.

"I always feel that the past of this world is not that simple, at least the part related to the devil." Boluogo murmured.

"If you are interested in history, when you go to Fengyuan Highland, you can go into my library and have a look."

Palmer said from the side, "Because the Sublime Ones need to hide in the shadows of the mortal world, the history of the extraordinary world is actually quite fragmented. Each secret society records different things, and each has its own limitations. Even if the Bureau of Order is unified, Because of various reasons, everyone will hide some secrets, which makes this historical picture full of holes. For this reason, sometimes the records of the Bureau of Order are not comprehensive."

Boluogo nodded. He felt like a detective, facing a conspiracy that spanned ancient times and was so huge that it had no boundaries.

Palmer whispered, "Then...Brogo, can you pay attention to your image?"

"Image? I think my image is pretty good. What's wrong?"

Bologg looked down at his clothes. He had always been dressed in the uniform of the Bureau of Order. Even his personal clothes were mostly gray and black, matching Bologg's cold and distant eyes. , he feels like a cold and aloof stag at first sight.

Palmer stared at Borogo's hand. Borogo followed his gaze and saw that he was still holding a human head wrapped in a coat. Although it was covered by clothing, everyone in the Bureau of Order was considered Professionals can see what's going on at a glance.

The worst part is that the blood soaked into the clothes, and the sticky blood dripped all the way, leaving eye-catching traces on the white ground.

The stag's antlers were now bearing the corpse of his enemy, and his intestines were pierced through the forks.

…

The suspended auxiliary arms fell one after another, and Lebius raised his head, looking at Boluogo in front of him and the bloody human head he was carrying with complex eyes.

Lebius has long understood the paranoia of Boluogo's character, but at certain times, this paranoia can make people laugh or cry.

Lebius said, "In my impression, you are the first employee to bring a head to the office."

"The first case? Not bad. This gives me a special sense of accomplishment."

This indifferent stag is actually quite enthusiastic. After traveling with Palmer for a long time, he has learned to tell some jokes.

Lebius asked, "What's going on?"

Boluogo didn't hide anything, and directly recounted all the abnormal feelings he had in the past few days, as well as his conversation with Sere, to Lebius.

Lebius's expression was extremely calm, without any ups and downs from beginning to end. After Boluogo finished speaking, he picked up the pen and tapped the tip of the pen gently on the table.

"Is this so..."

"Do you have any ideas? I always feel that I will not be targeted by others for no reason, let alone such a group of strange lunatics."

Boluogo was troubled by this, "They made me feel like a bunch of perverts. It was so disgusting."

Hearing such words from Boluogo's mouth, even Lebius couldn't help but smile, and then his expression became serious.

"You mean, the other person's eyes are like cameras, right?"

"That's right."

After receiving Boluogo's affirmation, Lebius's eyes flashed like a bystander.

After the Bureau of Order rejected the request of the bystanders, he really started to take action, using those believers to gain Bologo's sight.

Lebius's eyes gradually turned cold. If his guess was correct, bystanders were now observing Boluogo through their own eyes, sitting under the huge screen, grabbing a lot of popcorn plugs. Go into your mouth.

Then what you say and do will inevitably be observed by onlookers...

Lebius knew that the bystander was a lazy guy. For thousands of years, he had been watching the world indifferently and never took any active action. Even if he knew what was happening now, he would only regard it as " Story” to enjoy without any reaction.

In other words, he is harmless.

No matter how harmless he is, it still can't change his nature as a devil. Even if he doesn't take any action, this feeling of being spied on and losing his privacy still makes Lebius feel disgusted.

Bologo asked, "Do you know who the other party is?"

"Um……"

Lebius hesitated for a moment, but still gave a positive answer, "Just like the Orangutan Sect, this is a group of devil's believers."

"Just like the Orangutan Sect's stubborn pursuit of flesh and blood, they also have a very obvious feature, which is the eyes like cameras."

Lebius told the onlookers and his loyal followers the information he had.

"To be honest, our Order Bureau doesn't know much about them. We just barely know that this group currently calls itself the 'crew'."

"The crew?"

This too modern vocabulary confused Palmer, "I thought these devil's followers were similar to the Orangutan Sect."

"Is it full of ancient cult colors?" Lebius shook his head, "Each devil has a different group of believers, and these groups of believers have different appearances depending on the devil they believe in."

“What’s special about ‘crew’ is that’s just their name in recent years.”

Boluogo asked, "You mean they have many other names in history?"

“According to the records of the Order Bureau, this group has changed with the times.

With the rise of the modern film industry, their eyes became like cameras, and they later called their group the 'crew'. There was a clear division of labor within them, including the director team, camera team, lighting team, venues, props... "

"It sounds like they really want to make a movie."

Palmer lamented that after having close communication with the Orangutan Sect for a long time, the "crew" was simply a breath of fresh air among the cultists.

"A movie? Pretty much."

Lebius continued talking about the past, “Before the advent of cinema, when only words and pictures were spread, they saw themselves as bards, and at that time they were seen as a group of poets.

Nowadays, poets are coming to an end, movies are rising, and they are also changing... But this cannot change their essence, no matter how many generations they change their names, so in the official records of the Bureau of Order, we are still used to using that ancient title Call them. "

Lebius took out the dusty name from his memory.

"Unbound Poetry Club."