Endless Debt

Order Bureau, Field Service Department, Special Operations Group Office.

Boluogo sat in a familiar posture, on a familiar sofa, with a familiar partner beside him. He also raised his head in a familiar way, looking like he was dozing off.

In a familiar office, the familiar team leader was working in a familiar manner. The room was filled with familiar silence. Uriel brought the coffee with a smile and asked in a low voice if she needed it.

Everything felt so familiar, like a replayed movie clip, so similar to every day in the past that I couldn't tell the difference.

Yes, the familiarity is comforting...

The corner of Boluogo's sight was firmly fixed on Lebius. In this familiar atmosphere, Boluogo was keenly aware that there was a trace of discordant noise coming from Lebius. .

Like some kind of premonition, Boluogo felt that something bad was about to happen. When he thought of this, Palmer beside him suddenly woke up.

Palmer sat up straight and looked straight ahead. His body woke up, and it would take a while for his consciousness to wake up. After more than ten seconds, he looked at Boluogo with a somewhat frightened expression.

"Why do I feel that the atmosphere today is not right?"

Even Palmer, the unlucky man, sensed that something was wrong, and Borogo was sure that something big was going to happen today.

Just as Boluogo asked Lebius, the door of the office was pushed open, and Jeffrey took Aimu into the office.

Since then, all the members of the special operations team have come, even Uriel, who has no sense of presence, is also present.

The usually empty office suddenly became crowded. Bologger pushed Palmer and tried to move a seat for Uriel. Uriel just smiled and stood beside them.

Palmer's expression was a little panicked, perhaps because of his own gifts. Palmer felt that he was sometimes like a prophet, able to predict the coming disaster.

Yes, something bad is going to happen.

Palmer held his stomach. He pretended to have a stomachache and wanted to escape from this depressing place. As soon as he stood up, he saw Jeffrey standing guard at the door, like a wall, blocking everyone's way. .

"It's over, Bologo."

Palmer slumped back on the sofa and said weakly.

"Is everyone here?"

Lebius put down the document and glanced around the office. While looking at the team members, he nodded in approval.

Boluogo asked, "What's going on today?"

"Well, there's something."

Lebius picked up a stack of document bags, and Uriel took them and distributed them to everyone.

"Everyone, we have been working together for so long, and it seems we haven't done any activities together yet," Lebius coughed twice, trying to look like a leader, "We have a team-building activity next."

Boluogo's expression changed slightly, and Aimu's reaction worsened, with crosses repeatedly appearing in his eyes.

"What if Lebius invites us to the amusement park?"

With last night's conversation echoing in his mind, Aimu covered his face and shouted, "It's over! There is a fatal mission waiting for us!"

"If there are no problems, everyone, please disperse where you are and pack your luggage. We will prepare to leave in the afternoon."

It was said that there was no problem, but Lebius' words made it sound like there was no possibility of rejection no matter how much he thought about it.

Boluogo sighed. He, a serious team leader, was indeed trying to make himself more approachable. He even tried to issue tasks in a humorous way.

Unfortunately for Lebius, like Bologna, the more humorous they are, the more chilling they are.

Several people have clearly realized that this is not a team building, but an urgent mission, and it is of extremely high importance. This time all members of the special operations team will be dispatched.

Except for Palmer, this guy didn't understand Lebius' humor at all.

Opening the document bag, Palmer pulled out a ticket with Palmer's information on it and the destination location.

"Wow, Hazama Kingdom? I haven't been there for a long time...is it still a free port? I need to buy a swimsuit."

Palmer tossed around excitedly, never expecting that he would encounter team building just after taking annual leave.

"Wait a minute, what is this?"

The smile on Palmer's face disappeared. In addition to the ticket, there was a piece of identification in the document bag.

After a brief search, Palmer discovered that the identification information was forged.

Palmer looked blankly at Lebius, then looked blankly at Borogo, and the others.

He didn’t understand why such a thing was needed for travel. Strictly speaking, they were all civil servants of the Rhine League. They should enjoy high-level treatment no matter where they went. Why did they do it secretly...

Now Palmer's expression was like that of a meerkat, with his little hands clasped and his body hunched up, standing on the dirt bag and looking blankly at the vast grassland.

Not everyone understood Lebius' humor. He sighed and then said.

"We'll discuss the specific mission details on the way."

…

Oath City·Opos, Central Railway Station.

As one of the city's major transportation centers, the Central Railway Station is always crowded. People from all over the world are constantly passing through here. Some have just arrived in the city, while others are leaving.

Like a place where ocean currents meet, people from different worlds gather here for a short time. Everyone looks at each other with a smile, and then part ways, with no chance of meeting each other anymore.

The huge ceiling made of steel and glass looks like a cage half-buried in the sand after the monster died.

People crawled over its corpse like ants.

As a conductor, a woman sees countless people of all kinds in front of the counter every day, but among the many faces she sees, the man in front of her gives her a feeling she has never had before.

The woman's heart beat a little faster. While lowering her head to work, she observed the man with the corner of her sight.

The man's appearance is not outstanding and can be said to be very ordinary, but he has a mysterious temperament about him, like a book waiting to be read, which makes women want to know more about him.

Turning over the man's ID, Irvin Fleischer, this is the man's name.

Continuing to look down, the woman showed a surprised expression, raised her head and stared at Irwin's face, her eyes full of disbelief.

Irwin knew why the woman had such an expression. He had encountered such things many times along the way.

"People often say that I am quite young. I just have a better mentality and keep exercising."

Irwin smiled at the woman and scratched his gray stubble sheepishly.

The woman nodded in agreement. This was a guy whose age was somewhat difficult to judge. Time had mixed with gray hair in his black hair, and his face also looked old, covered with knife marks left by time.

There is no sign of aging on Irvin's body, he is full of vitality, his waist is straight, and he stands like a fighter who is always ready to punch.

Especially Irvin's smile. When Irvin smiles, he doesn't look like an old guy at all, but just like a young man, as if he has magic power and can deceive time.

Women sincerely hope that they can look like this when they are old.

She picked up the seal and left a red mark on Irwin's ID. In the past, the woman worked very quickly and could finish in less than ten seconds, but this time she deliberately slowed down and painted Irwin with her peripheral vision. appearance.

Irwin was a little downcast, with dust hanging all over his body, holes in his clothes, and a heavy suitcase in his hand. He seemed to have come from a far away place and was covered in dust.

While waiting, Irwin took out a small comb, combed his frizzy hair more neatly, and then simply arranged his clothes. He tried hard to look decent, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing on his body. The feeling of abjection is still overflowing.

Irwin could only nuzzle helplessly at this. For a drifter like him, respectability was a luxury word. Fortunately, Irwin didn't care much about it.

Countless strangers come to Opos every day, and countless faces pass by like dust, and are forgotten in the blink of an eye.

But today's stranger named Irvin was different. With just a few brief conversations and a few looks at each other, Irvin left a deep impression on the woman's heart.

No matter how much you slow down, time is still passing unstoppably.

The woman raised her head in despair. The information on the document was too little after all. The woman wanted to know more about Irwin, but she knew it was impossible. When she returned the document to Irwin, she would never see him again. Irving.

This was the first and last time they met, as was the case for many people in the world.

As if by mistake, the woman suddenly asked, "What is your job?"

Irwin was confused, "Are you still asking this?"

The woman suddenly woke up and realized her mistake. She should not have troubled a traveler because of her ridiculous ideas. She was about to say sorry when Irwin said.

"poet."

Irwin thought for a moment, as if to make sure he didn't use the wrong words, nodded to himself, and affirmed again.

"Yes, I am a poet."

"poet?"

The woman finds it incredible that in this era, poet is already an extremely distant and unfamiliar word.

"It's surprising, isn't it?" Irwin guessed all the woman's psychological activities, "Yes, in this booming new era, things from the old era have long been meaningless."

The woman tried to keep Irvin for a few more minutes, even a few seconds, so that this color would leave a deeper mark on her life.

She then asked, "So...are you traveling to find creative inspiration?"

"Well, that's it, but... it's more than that."

Irwin suddenly lowered his body, put his hands on the counter, and whispered as if he wanted to tell a secret.

"I'm looking for eternal life."

"eternal life?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Is this the romance of a poet?"

Irwin looked like a drunken uncle in a bar, telling nonsense like fantasy, but the woman didn't hate it. If so, she was willing to chat with Irwin about these absurd fantasies until the next morning, but she Also know that this is impossible.

Handing the papers to Irwin, it was time to say goodbye.

The woman said, "Goodbye, Mr. Fleischer."

Irwin waved to the woman. He said goodbye to many people along the way. He was very good at saying goodbye.

"By the way, can I read your poem?"

The woman asked eagerly, but at this time Irwin had already walked far away. The woman was extremely sad and blamed herself for forgetting such an important thing, but at this time distant words came from the crowd.

"You'll read it."