Endless Debt

the Hangover.

Boluogo liked this word. It could describe his state after resurrection from the dead in a humorous way.

Just like the literal meaning, you get drunk in a bar and then collapse in a corner of the street. When you wake up, you will complain about the pain in your body and the fainting in your brain. By the way, you are curious about where you woke up. where.

Boluogo looked around in confusion. This was a dark place. There was a clear sound of wind in his ears, but his body did not feel the surge of air. It seemed that there was only a wall between him and the storm.

He was put into a pair of loose pajamas, and a blanket was spread under him. It seemed that someone was afraid that he would get cold and specially prepared it for him.

Boluogo shook his head. The undead were not that delicate. Then Boluogo thought that the other party might have made these unnecessary preparations in order to express their importance to him.

After all, he had fought bloody battles for the Klex family. If they threw him aside like garbage, waiting for his resurrection... This was reasonable, but there was something wrong with it.

Boluogo felt that his throat was a little blocked. He coughed hard twice and spit out the blood clots. His chest felt much lighter for a while.

What the hell...

Bologg recalled his experience before his death. He never expected that he would encounter such a thing when traveling. Bologg began to wonder if he was implicated in Palmer's luck. He should have separated from Palmer if he had known it. Walk.

After stretching his body vigorously, Boluogo slowly stood up and looked around briefly. The spirally stacked bookshelves were arranged endlessly, and many treasures were spread randomly on the ground.

The golden light shone on his face, and Boluogo felt that he had a sense of nobility. If Boluogo rolled around before waking up, he would wake up on many gold coins.

This sounds pretty good, and few people have this opportunity.

"Why am I here?"

Bologg recognized this place. This was the wind cellar. The high concentration of ether filled the surroundings of his body, giving Bologg a sense of power.

The relationship between the condenser and the ether is like a fish and the ocean. The abundant ether environment always makes people feel at ease, like being in a warm cradle.

Soon, Bologo probably guessed why he was here. The high-concentration ether environment would help his resurrection. Vonn probably knew this, so he placed himself in this important place.

Boluogo took one last look at this mysterious place. Although it looked old and quiet, in this folded virtual realm, there were many elders sleeping, each of them possessing the strength of a defender.

Basekeeper...

In the battle with Ralph, Boluogo was suppressed almost the entire time. Even if he took action, he relied on the power of his immortal body to push through.

This situation is not unfamiliar. During the fight with the Silver Knight, Boluogo had already experienced it once. He thought that after he was promoted to the Prayer, the situation would improve, but faced with the power of the defender, , it is still difficult for me to resist.

Burlogo tightened his loose pajamas. The fabric felt very comfortable, and it must not be cheap.

At this moment, Boluogo was actually a little happy. He knew that every time he woke up, he was in that monotonous hospital, wearing a thin hospital gown. When he woke up this time, something finally changed.

"I don't know what's going on outside."

Bologg said and walked towards the outside of the wind cellar. In order to stop Derby from advancing, Bologg destroyed almost all the buildings around the wind cellar.

I might be able to see my great masterpiece when I go out, and I don't know if Vonn will seek compensation from me for this, but I am also fighting for the Clerks family.

No...something's wrong.

The Night Clan's raid was completely a trap set up by Vonn. Even his own people were tricked into this perfect scam, including Vonn's son, Palmer Clerks.

In other words, whether it was Ralph's rebellion or Derby's attack, all of this was part of Vonn's calculations. So, could his participation in the war be regarded as disrupting the situation?

For example, according to Vonn's prediction, this building would never be destroyed like this...

Bologo was wondering whether the Bureau of Order would pay for the damage he caused. What's more, Bologo felt really good when destroying buildings.

Walking out of the wind cellar, the expected ruins did not appear. The familiar corridor, the bright red carpet, the windows were opened one by one, and the flowers in the vase swayed in the wind...

The massive destruction of Bologo seemed like a dream. Now that he woke up from the dream, the building was intact, and Bologo couldn't even see any blood.

"Oh, you're awake."

The stranger's voice rang out, and an attendant was seen standing not far away. He seemed to have been waiting for Boluogo, and saluted Boluogo with a smile.

"You... take care of yourself."

Bologo realized that he still underestimated the power of the Klex family. As for the mystery in his heart, he should soon get the answer.

"The master of the house is waiting for you."

The attendant said, turning sideways, making a gesture of invitation, and led Boluogo forward.

Boluogo nodded. When he passed by the window, he looked out the window. After cleaning, the coast was still blood-red, and there were many corpses piled up, waiting to be processed.

That was not a nightmare, but something that really happened. Bologger turned to look at the ground under his feet and the huge Morrowind Stronghold.

Boluogo suddenly asked, "Is it the power of the virtual realm?"

In the virtual realm, the replacement of buildings is not a rare thing. Boluogo has experienced this in the reclamation room. The mysterious building seems to have real vitality, changing its shape and growing wildly in the overlapping space.

The attendant smiled and nodded without further explanation.

Under his leadership, Boluogo saw many guards and personnel along the way, and the usually quiet Morrowind Stronghold suddenly became crowded.

Along the way, some people looked at Boluogo and pointed at this swaggering guy in pajamas.

"Okay, the master of the house is waiting for you inside."

The attendant stopped in front of a large door. Behind the door was Vonn's office. It was extremely quiet behind the door, and no sound came from it.

After thanking him, Boluogo pushed open the door, and there was a dazzling light behind the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Boluogo couldn't see Vonn's appearance clearly at first. After his eyes had adapted for a while, he could clearly see the man who was there. Busy guy at desk.

Vonn looked really busy. His usual leisurely smile was no longer replaced by a serious face. He had a pair of brown glasses on the bridge of his nose and was reviewing many documents.

After seeing Boluogo, Vonn took off his glasses and motioned for Boluogo to sit down.

The silence between the two lasted for a few seconds, and then was broken by Vonn.

"You must have a lot of questions to ask, right?"

Boluogo nodded, but he remained silent and did not continue.

Jing Ming hesitated for a while, Vonn showed a confused look, and Boluogo raised his feet. Only then did Boluogo notice that he was not wearing shoes. He walked barefoot along the way. No wonder those people looked at him like that. Look at yourself.

"Wait a moment," Boluogo pressed his temple in confusion, "There are too many questions. I don't know where to start."

Boluogo first took care of his friends, "How are the others?"

"Palmer and Vosilin are receiving treatment. Vosilin is doing better, but Palmer is still in a coma," Vonn replied. "Church is normal except for the excessive consumption of ether, while Aimu is... …”

Vonn paused for a moment. He was also surprised by the strange existence of the alchemy doll. "Well...she is healing herself."

"Self-healing?"

"Well, she borrowed a few alchemists from me and taught them how to repair herself. She is a very capable girl. Most of the work is done by herself. The other alchemists are more like apprentices, working for her. Run before and after.”

Everyone was fine, and Bologg breathed a sigh of relief. Then Bologg noticed the calendar on Vonn's desk and turned it over. Judging from the red circle on it, he had been unconscious for about a day.

This period of resurrection time was still within Boluogo's calculations. After all, he died many times in a short period of time and consumed almost all his ether.

"You look like you're ready to explain all this," Bologo said.

Vonn still had that friendly smile.

"certainly."