Endless Debt

Opening the door, the usually crowded office was unexpectedly empty at the moment. Neither Lebius nor Jeffrey were there, and even Uriel was nowhere to be found.

Aimu said unexpectedly, "Huh? No one is here."

Lebius's workaholic state is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. To them, this place is like a 24-hour convenience store. As long as they open the door, someone will be there.

Boluogo followed from behind. After seeing this, he didn't say a word. He turned around and walked into the activity room on the side. He threw himself on the sofa, closed his eyes, and lay down on the sofa.

Everything in the cinema flashed back in front of his eyes, and the rough and harsh metal sound echoed in his ears. Boluogo tried to calm his head, but the more he tried to calm down, the more he fell into the torrent of thoughts and could not escape. .

"ah……"

Boluogo hugged his head, curled up into a ball, and snuggled up on the sofa.

This state lasted for several minutes before Boluoge relaxed slightly. This was one of the skills he had acquired in the dark prison. He was very good at adjusting his mentality to bring himself into a peaceful state.

When he opened his eyes, Aimu was standing aside silently, as if she had been there since just now.

"Are you feeling better?"

Aimu asked, "You look a little bad today."

Boluogo asked weakly, "Really?"

"yes."

Aimu recalled the meeting with Boluogo just now, "You stood at the door early in the morning with a dull face. No matter how I called you, you didn't respond. It was like your soul had left the body."

Bologg was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the clock in the activity room. He spent at least ten hours in the cinema watching Belphegor's long movie, but the time in the outside world only passed... only a few minutes. .

Looking down at the sun mark on his palm, Boluogo whispered, "Is the soul out of body? Maybe."

Only then did Bologg realize belatedly that the flow of time in the cinema was different from the speed of time in the outside world. After a brief shock, Bologg easily accepted it all.

In the research of alchemists, the virtual domain can not only expand at the spatial level, but also operate on the flow rate of time. However, this degree of distortion of reality is subject to technical limitations. No alchemist has yet successfully created this A virtual realm.

But if it was shaped by the devil, it is not impossible.

This did not affect Bologger for long. Everything he encountered today was not as shocking as Belphegor's words "If the devil is dead".

The devil is also mortal.

Boluogo felt that Belphegor was not joking or making any assumptions.

Among Belphegor's countless lies, Bologger believed that this was the absolute truth.

Devils can be killed.

Boluogo sat up straight and said to himself, "Is this considered the devil's way of playing with people's hearts?"

Belphegor told it to Burlogo on purpose. He planted a seed of desire in Burlogo's heart. This seed will take root and sprout with Burlogo's experience until it breaks out of the ground.

For the rest of his life, Boluogo will continue to chase the truth about the devils and find a way to end it all because of this nightmarish sentence...

They were high above the sky, watching their ridiculous toil.

"Bologo?"

Another call from Aimu made Boluogo wake up from his crazy thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

Aimu became more and more worried about Boluogo. After knowing him for such a long time, it was the first time she saw Boluogo like this. Her eyes were full of thoughts, which even overflowed.

"Nothing, I just think too much all the time."

Boluogo quickly adjusted, and then the door of the activity room was pushed open. Palmer appeared outside the door and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Where are the people?"

Obviously, Palmer was also surprised by the empty office.

Boluogo and Aimu shook their heads together.

After waiting for a while, several people met Uriel. Uriel said that Lebius and Jeffrey left in a hurry early this morning without leaving any instructions. It seemed that they had taken care of their duties. After that, you can get off work.

The field department is better at this point. When there is no schedule, it is best to have a free time. However, such time periods are often very rare. Running around in different places every day and fighting to the death with various people is the best. The norm in field work.

After hearing this, Palmer fell down on the sofa in the activity room and fell asleep. He never missed an opportunity to be a wage thief, something Bologeau would call him an expert.

Boluogo still had something to do. He wrote the Zongge Orchestra's report and placed it on Lebius' desk, waiting for his review.

After Belphegor disrupted the situation, Bologger roughly understood the existence of this strange group, and there was no need to question Nathaniel anymore.

Then he waited patiently for feedback from the logistics department, hoping that Marion would help him recover the Phantom Dagger.

Hmm...Phantom Dagger.

Boluogo looked at Aimu aside, "Speaking of which... I haven't seen you for a while, Aimu."

Since the return of Fengyuan Highland, several people have returned to their busy postures. Due to different schedules, the times are often staggered and they have not seen each other very often.

Aimu nodded, "Yes, I have a day off today, so I came here to take a look. After all, I am also a member of the team here."

Aimu is a member of the Special Operations Group, but has been borrowed by Bailey for a long time. Under Bailey's step-by-step teaching, Aimu's alchemy skills have improved by leaps and bounds. At the same time, the equipment supply of the Special Operations Group has also improved significantly.

Every time Jeffrey saw Aimu, he always sighed. Jeffrey was very grateful to Aimu for coming, in every sense of the word.

Boluogo asked, "Well... Aimu, you have also seen the alchemy weapon of the Phantom Dagger. Do you think it can be further optimized?"

"What kind of optimization do you mean?"

"For example, changing its effect to a certain extent, so that it is not a space displacement, but allows the user to shuttle around it with the winding path?"

Burlogo tried to describe the effect he wanted.

Aimu was silent and deep in thought. During this period of time, Aimu did not stop updating herself. Now when Aimu is meditating, the halo in her eyes will turn into a rectangular line frame, which will gradually be filled with light as time goes by. .

In Aimu's own words, she calls this effect a "progress bar".

After the progress bar was filled four times, Aimu stopped thinking, "I'm not sure, after all, the target of the operation is a winding path."

The mysterious power of winding paths, that is, space, has not yet been completely tamed by alchemists. The power of winding paths is full of unpredictability.

For this reason, alchemists even use the power to drive winding paths as a rating criterion for alchemists' abilities. Masters of alchemy, like those who have the ability to shape winding paths to a certain extent, have the ability to shape winding paths. Technology for building virtual domains.

The current Amu is far from this level, and his understanding of winding paths is only at the introductory stage.

Boluogo nodded, "Is that so? I'll ask Bailey later."

Bailey is actually a somewhat proud person. She never refuses her requests, but every time she is unwilling to let herself achieve her goal smoothly, she must do some tricks in the middle to torment herself.

Aimu thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Actually... I can give it a try?"

"Oh? Is it really okay?"

"Are you looking down on me?"

The halo in Aimu's eyes became a little brighter, and the icon turned into a warning sign.

Boluogo looked at Aimu. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and he didn't know how many updates Aimu had made for him, and why they were all updated in this strange place.

"Any more?"

Boluogo suddenly came closer and looked into Aimu's eyes.

"Ah? And...what else?"

"The eye icon, what did you update for yourself?"

"Ah... this... wait a minute."

Aimu took a step back, keeping a distance from Boluogo, with his eyes lowered, looking at the ground.

"It's okay, Aimu."

Aimu said to himself in his heart, "This guy just wants to take a look."

Boluogo is a straightforward, unobtrusive, pragmatist. It can be said that he is a pure person, and his whole person is composed entirely of work and a few hobbies.

Over this period of time, Aimu has deeply understood this. Boluogo wanted to see the pattern of the icon. He was just curious and had no other thoughts.

Aimu raised his head, and many dynamic icons flashed in his eyes. Most of them were used to express emotions, and some were simply that Aimu thought looked better and had no meaning.

Among them, what Bologo is more concerned about is the icon of an ellipsis. The small dots arranged horizontally will disappear one by one and then reappear.

"what does this mean?"

"Ah...standby mode, that is...daze?"

"You make an icon to show that you are in a daze!"

Boluogo's voice rose, and then he said in an envious voice, "That's great."

"ah?"

"I want to get one too."

"ah!"