Endless Debt

The setting sun dyed the clouds crimson, and the whole sky seemed to be on fire. The scorching sun hung at the end of the horizon, making it difficult to look directly. In the parking lot outside the Order Bureau, Palmer sat in the driver's seat and Bologg sat in the driver's seat. In the passenger seat.

"That's about it. There will be a small party next. In order to celebrate the success of your promotion and mine, I will help you relieve your inner gloom and make you more optimistic..."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and drive."

Burlogo waved his hands indifferently. He stopped listening to Palmer's nonsense halfway through. If it weren't for Palmer's nonsense, he wouldn't be regarded as a mental patient.

"Ha ha!"

Palmer couldn't stop laughing. This guy would always find something funny in some strange places. No wonder he could chat with Sere like that.

"Actually, we also invited Aimu, but she declined," Palmer said.

Burlogo shifted his gaze from the scenery outside the window to Palmer's face, "What's wrong?"

"She said she was very busy and didn't know what she was busy with, so she turned it down."

Palmer looked at Boluogo curiously, "There won't be any conflicts between you two..."

Before he finished speaking, Bologg showed his trademark serious gaze, and all of Palmer's bad words were stuck in his throat.

After coughing awkwardly, Palmer started the car.

Feeling the vibration of the engine, Boluogo reached out and fastened his seat belt.

"Are you serious?"

Palmer shouted loudly that he felt insulted by Burlogo's behavior of wearing a seat belt.

Boluogo said without changing his expression, "Traffic rules. Didn't the instructor tell you these when you took the driver's license test?"

"you……"

Palmer's words were stagnant. He couldn't find anything to blame for a moment. He couldn't say something like "You're afraid of being unlucky with me." Wouldn't that just admit that he was unlucky?

Palmer is always very flexible in his self-perception of the unfortunate. When necessary, he calls himself an unfortunate to avoid responsibility. When not necessary, he resists the title of unfortunate, saying that others have misjudged him. own.

Boluogo didn't care about this at all. He turned on the radio, listened to the noisy sound, and looked out the window.

Boluogo's mood was indeed a little depressed. Even after being promoted to a believer, this depression was not diluted much by the joy.

In his mind, he kept thinking about the appearance of the astronaut and his "previous life". Those memories were a bit too far away for Boluogo. Looking back now, they all have an unreal feeling.

Is that true, or is it some kind of lie?

The same is true for my own life.

Did Borogo Lazarus really have free will? Or a character written by someone?

He couldn't understand. Bologo originally wanted to talk to Nesanil, but at this time Bologo found that he did not have the ability to contact the Minister of Field Affairs and asked Lebius. Si Ze said that Nathaniel often disappeared and he could not contact him from time to time.

No one could answer these questions for Boluogo, and Boluogo couldn't find the answers himself. He could only try to forget these messy things so that his current life would be more comfortable.

"I am an immortal..." Boluogo said to himself, "I have endless time to explore the truth."

"What did you say?"

Palmer turned his head and asked. Bologg ignored him and pretended not to hear.

Boluogo didn't know the specific location of the party. Anyway, just leave the matter to Palmer. If he was not unlucky, Palmer was actually quite reliable.

Looking at the busy traffic outside the window, walking and stopping in front of the intersection, Oath City Opos is very big, so big that it is divided into many urban areas, and many people spend a lot of time on the road.

Palmer didn't like silence, so he picked up a topic and started chatting with Bologo, "Bologo, what's going on with your secret power?"

"You mean the cauldron of flames?"

Bologg cheered up a bit. Unlike people like Palmer who inherited the perfect path, Bologg's path to promotion was completely unknown. His naming, information records, etc. were all done by Bologg. Ge himself is completely in charge.

"Hmm, during the fight, I felt that my flying knife was interfered with by you...According to the nature of your secret energy, it shouldn't be, but that's the fact."

As the car stopped at a red light, Palmer thought carefully, "It's as if you broke through the mutual exclusion limit of the ether and affected me."

"Is breaking through the ether mutually exclusive? This sounds incredible."

Burlogo didn't notice this. During the fight, he had been thinking about how to bypass Palmer's observation and give him a fatal blow.

"You and I are both at the same level. It's a bit too delusional to try to break through the mutual repulsion of ether."

Burlogo denied it.

In the disputes among the condensers, the ethers from different condensers will interfere with and repel each other. This is the mutual exclusion of ethers. Among them, the most obvious manifestation of the mutual exclusion of ether is the moment soul criticality that protects the barrier of the condensers themselves.

Under the protection of Moment Soul Critical, the Condenser himself will not be disturbed by external forces. However, when the gap in rank is too large, or the injury is too serious, the Moment Soul Critical that protects himself will gradually collapse, and then be destroyed. Opponent influence.

Palmer didn't say any more, applied the brakes, and they were in place.

"Oh? This is it. You guys really know how to choose."

Boluogo glanced at the surrounding environment and immediately recalled his experience here.

This is the Landing District, not far from the dock. It was here that he and Palmer first took action. He remembers that they launched a raid on the Human-Hungry Warehouse.

Boluogo still remembered that he met Afia from the flower shop in a bar nearby and helped her solve some troubles.

Palmer patted Bologo on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow. The familiarity in his memory kept emerging. Palmer took Bologo to the bar where he met Afia. I didn't expect it to be here.

When the two of them arrived here, it was already dark. Lingna District was still quite far away from here. The two of them spent a lot of time on the road.

Night had just fallen, and there were not many people in the bar. On the wine table not far from the bar, a person was already sitting there, waiting for the two of them.

"Yo! Church!"

Palmer waved to the figure, and Church turned his head and nodded to several people.

After taking their seats, several people's eyes crossed.

"Are we the only ones?"

Boluogo felt that he had been deceived by Palmer again. Compared with a celebration after a promotion ceremony, this was more like a few people having a drink after work. If that was the case, they didn't need to go so far. They could just go there. Have a drink in the Immortal Club.

"For the time being, that's it."

Church glanced at the time. This time, his appearance was still the same as Boluogo remembered it. It was unremarkable, and it would be difficult to remember him if he was thrown into the crowd.

During this period of contact and several chats with Church, Boluogo also roughly learned about Church's secret power.

Secret Power·Faceless Man, the secret power of the Body Ascension School, does not have any offensive abilities, it only modifies the appearance and body shape of the Sublime One.

Church has been working in the Crow's Nest since he joined the Bureau of Order. For this reason, when he became a condenser and implanted the secret power, he chose the secret power that was perfectly suitable for intelligence personnel.

"What does temporary mean?"

Burlogo felt something was wrong, and then he knew why.

As night fell, some guys who could only live in the shadows crawled out. The door of the bar was pushed open forcefully, and a mysterious man appeared at the door. He was wearing a dark coat, completely covering his body features.

Just as Boluogo became a little more vigilant, the guy took off his hat, revealing his ruby-like eyes.

"What a coincidence! Everyone!"

Se Lei took his seat gracefully and beamed at the few people.

"Only this?"

Burlogo looked at Palmer indifferently, he already wanted to go home.

"Don't be anxious yet, this is mainly for some unique activities."

Palmer looked at Sere mysteriously, and Sere looked like he understood. He picked up a dark box and slapped it on the table.

Under Boluogo's curious gaze, Sere opened the box.

Nothing surprising happened, there was just a bunch of dice, cards, chess pieces and a big map inside the box.

Serei quickly spread out the map, occupying most of the wine table, picked out a few chess pieces, and asked several people to choose.

Boluogo was a little confused, "What are you doing?"

Sere said excitedly, "Boluogo, you are so ignorant!"

The pre-arrangement was over, and a large and complex chessboard structure like a war sandbox appeared in front of Boluogo.

Sere picked up a twelve-sided dice and said mysteriously.

"Have you never played board games?"