Endless Debt

After raving crazily, Dua returned to his weak look, sitting respectfully on the chair, not daring to move rashly.

Jeffrey checked Dua's whole body. He did not carry any weapons. Dua was completely honest about his secret power.

Secret Energy·Eye of Deconstruction.

The secret power of the Secret Enlightenment School allows the condenser to quickly analyze the composition of the target. Relying on this secret power, Duva has made great achievements in the school of qualitative transformation of metals.

"This is a good opportunity," Dua murmured, "Maybe we can establish a deeper level of cooperation."

Jeffrey was guarding Dua. With Jeffrey's secret power, no matter what happened to Dua, he could freeze him immediately.

"What do you mean?"

"I am a member of the Order of Truth. In other words, I am also researching a taboo project." Dua became a businessman. "The research project is very expensive. If I can have assistance from the Bureau of Order, my progress will be great." It might be a lot faster."

Jeffrey objected, "We don't work with lunatics like you...at least not with you."

Despite his tough stance, Jeffrey also understood that this rejection was not absolute.

No one is absolutely righteous, and the Bureau of Order is not as glamorous as it appears on the surface. It is just the positions that separate each other. If there are enough interests, the Bureau of Order will cooperate with them, just as they do in order to win the secret war.

Boluogo was very interested in Dewar, "What is the taboo project you are studying?"

"Aether Tide."

When talking about his taboo research, Dua seemed extremely excited, "Yes, I took over TEDA's research. Before that, I was studying metal transformation."

"The ether tide is a phenomenon involving a mysterious source, which is much more interesting than smelting metal."

Dua then said, "The alchemical metal in your hand is very interesting. It should be transformed from mercury, right?"

The small silver snake came out of Boluogo's cuff, and the snake's eyes made of red mercury stared at Dua. Boluoge nodded gently, Dua did have some ability.

Boluogo has met many people and killed many people, whether they were living or dead, Duva was the first person to recognize the essence of the snake scale liquid at a glance.

Dewar did not lie on this point. He was a professional alchemist and was good at transmuting metals.

Dewar added, "My secret power is very good at analyzing the structure of materials."

Boluogo glanced at Jeffrey and said, "This guy is quite interesting."

"It can only be said that you have had too little dealings with these madmen," Jeffrey did not find this interesting at all. "When they cause trouble, you are eager to crush them to ashes."

Jeffrey glared at Dua, who tried hard to remain calm and not look panicked.

"Okay, I admit, there are indeed a few lunatics among us," Dua defended himself, "But I am different. My research is very safe."

Lebius said calmly, "Before TEDA lost control, he also patted his chest and promised."

Jeffrey recalled, "There is currently no direct evidence to prove this, but according to our records over the years, these scholars all have a kind of fanaticism and can easily fall into the madness of research. In order to achieve their goals, play hard."

Boluogo was alert, "The power of the devil?"

Jeffrey said, "If there was a devil at work, everything would be simple. But the strange thing is that there is no devil at all to influence these scholars. They suddenly went crazy on their own."

Duva didn't want to explain anything about the fanaticism mentioned by Jeffrey. He just repeatedly emphasized that he would not harm others and just wanted to study the ether tide phenomenon.

"Okay, okay, you've talked enough, please be quiet for a while, okay?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Jeffrey's eyes, and for a moment Dua felt that someone was holding his throat, and his body was completely petrified, unable to move.

This feeling of suffocation lasted for several minutes. When Dua was about to faint, Jeffrey slowly looked away.

Du Wa was sweating coldly and panting heavily. He regretted getting on this train more and more, but there was a strange joy in Du Wa's heart. He was getting closer and closer to the original thing.

After the interlude, everyone went about their business...actually, they just found ways to kill time.

For a moment, it was as if Du Wa no longer existed, and no one paid attention to him. Just when Du Wa breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed a gaze peering at him.

It was not spying, the other party looked directly at him openly, and Dua felt uncomfortable all over, as if that gaze could penetrate his clothes and examine everything about himself.

Dua moved his body and turned his head, that gaze still chasing him, sweeping over the hair on his body.

Just when Dua couldn't bear the humiliation, the other party spoke.

Borogo asked, "King Solomon...do you monks of truth know King Solomon well?"

"We are his heirs."

When it comes to King Solomon, Dua brings back that pride and glory.

Boluogo then asked, "Talk to me about the King Solomon you know."

"He is great..."

"Stop, I have heard this kind of praise too many times. I want to know something unique to you Truth Monks...such as the past of King Solomon."

Boluogo waved his hand and asked, "He can't grow up in one day. I want to know King Solomon's past."

Dua fell silent.

"Hello? You don't know it, right?" Boluogo frowned, "Who do you think you are as heirs?"

Bologo began to understand the Bureau of Order's disdain for the Order of Truth. They really looked like a group of over-worshiping fanatics... just like every group Bologo encountered.

King Solomon...the mysterious King Solomon.

In that light that brought brimstone and fire, King Solomon ended the wrath of the scorched earth, ended Borogo's past, and opened up a new life for him.

That is the end and the beginning.

Bologo has always had a strong curiosity about King Solomon. From the beginning, he explored the truth of the fall of the Holy City until he realized the existence of Guangzhuo.

Every time Bologger thinks he knows enough about the past, there's always a new mystery that confuses everything.

Recalling the vague memory of Sequoia Town, my "previous life", astronaut...

There is a hunch in the dark that as long as he understands the story of King Solomon, Boluogo will be able to find the truth of his own mystery.

After a long silence, Dua said resignedly, "The Truth Monks have always been determined to restore the story of King Solomon, just like archaeology."

Boluogo said, "But the ruins of the Holy City are controlled by the Bureau of Order, and all its knowledge was destroyed in the fall of the Holy City. You can't find anything."

"Remember what I said? In the beginning, the predecessor of the Monks of Truth, we were not allowed to stay in the Holy City, but we were allowed to learn the knowledge in the Holy City... The fall of the Holy City did not destroy everything, we are still alive. "

Duva saw Boluogo's curiosity. In this era, few people cared about King Solomon. Duva did not dislike this curious seeker of knowledge.

Borogo, like Duval, was a seeker of knowledge.

"Did you survive to a certain extent to retain the knowledge related to King Solomon?" Boluogo said in hindsight.

"That's right," Dua was a little embarrassed, "Speaking of which, we may have failed King Solomon's goodwill and stole knowledge like thieves, but because of our thieves' behavior, not all knowledge was destroyed in the Holy City. Fallen."

"I'm not interested in the esoteric alchemical knowledge. I care more about King Solomon."

Borogo asked, "What was King Solomon's name?"

This is a strange thing. People have always called that person by the title of King Solomon, but his real name has never been revealed, and no one has doubted this. It is as if the title of King Solomon itself is his. name.

"name?"

Dua looked confused, "What's the name?"

Boluogo emphasized again, "King Solomon's name."

"Name... name..."

A stinging pain rushed through Duva's mind. He covered his head in pain. After breathing for a moment, he understood Boluogo's question and murmured.

"Yeah...what's King Solomon's name?"

Dua looked enlightened, as if this was the first time this fanatic had realized this problem in so many years.

What was King Solomon's name?

Boluogo became serious, and his spirit was completely tense. The train traveled through the endless night, and demons danced wildly in the depths of the darkness.