Endless Debt

"So you're getting older and starting to forget?"

Cinderella rolled around on Irwin's bed, and the sheets she had just folded became wrinkled.

"I'm not forgetful, I just have too many thoughts and need to organize my records." Irwin turned his back to her, sat by the window, and wrote dense handwriting on his notes.

"Quia," Cinderella raised her head, "If you lose your notes, wouldn't it be the end of it?"

Irwin looked indifferent, "Lost it? If it's lost, it's lost. It's nothing."

"Ah? You've been writing for so long, and you don't feel bad about losing it like this?"

"It's not something important anyway."

Irwin turned his head and tapped his head with the end of his pen, "I keep the really important things in my mind, not on the page."

"I'm mentioned in the notes, so am I unimportant?"

Cinderella immediately pretended to be crying, and then she smiled slyly, "Or do you have me in your mind?"

Irwin looked indifferent and acted as if he didn't hear anything. As long as she didn't react at this time, Cinderella would feel bored.

As expected, Cinderella fell down in despair and continued to roll around.

"Compared with this, you'd better think about where your sister is." Irwin gradually accepted the current situation and enjoyed it as the last happy time of his journey. "I won't be able to stay in the free port for long."

"I thought Freeport was your end," Cinderella said.

Irwin shook his head, "I won't regard this as my end."

"Then where do you think is a better end point?"

Cinderella lay flat on the bed, tilting her head back hard, and Irwin's figure turned upside down in her eyes.

"Nowhere is a good ending point."

Irwin answered Cinderella's words. Although he and Cinderella had only known each other for a few dozen hours, Irwin could already sense many characteristics from this mysterious little deer.

Like she has ADHD, she never has a moment to spare.

During the trip, Irwin spent most of the time alone and kept silent. Sometimes he would not speak for several days. As time went by, Irwin's words became a little stuttered during that time, as if he had forgotten the language. ability.

It's better now. Cinderella will throw out a strange idea when she has nothing to do, and chat with herself about this meaningless topic to kill time.

"Why?"

Cinderella talked about so many "whys" that Irwin's ears became calloused, but Irwin was not bored.

Irwin likes to chat with others, just as he fantasizes about other people's experiences and looks for the gap between fantasy and reality. He likes to communicate with other minds to see a side of himself that he has never seen before.

Everyone is a thick book filled with wonderful stories, and Irwin is a person who loves to read.

"The end means the end of a journey, the story has turned to the last page, the movie has reached the last scene, and life has come to an end... If you think about it this way, will you still like the end?"

Cinderella shook her head and said, "But nothing can escape the end. Everything has its own end."

"Yeah, cold reality...that's why I like fantasy."

Irwin paused and then said, "I hate tombstones. The tombstone is like a stop sign, telling everyone that this is your end. Everyone can come and lay flowers to celebrate that you have finally stopped and can enjoy eternity. Rest."

"You can't escape it, you can't leave your body in the wilderness, right?"

"If possible, I hope that when I die, there will be no tombstone, but I will be put on a train and let me continue running with it."

Cinderella frowned, "This... the passengers may feel something is wrong, right?"

"But don't worry! Irwin!" Cinderella patted her chest hard, "If you are accidentally killed by a killer, I will find a way to fulfill your wish."

Irwin complained loudly, "Compared to this, you might as well deal with your own affairs quickly."

"OK OK."

Cinderella rolled up from the bed and jumped to Irwin's side. Irwin looked at her warily, as if facing a flood beast.

"I already remembered where my sister lives."

Cinderella stretched out her hand and pointed out the window.

Irwin looked in the direction she pointed, and could only see densely packed buildings and distant ships. It was as if she was not pointing.

Suddenly, Irwin saw, in the direction of Cinderella's finger, near the edge of the port, a huge cruise ship stood like a hill, with bright writing written on the hull, even from such a distance. Can barely see clearly.

Irwin looked up at Cinderella, "Where is your sister?"

"Yeah, she worked there, I still remember that."

Irwin had a complicated expression and asked again, "In other words, your sister works at United Company?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

…

"I still don't understand why you dress like this?"

Boluoge pulled hard on the collar. This dress didn't fit very well. Boluogo didn't like it either. He unbuttoned all the buttons on it and felt much more comfortable. But when he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that the colorful The color is bright and eye-catching.

"It's a necessary disguise."

Lebius was as usual, his tone did not fluctuate at all, even though his clothes were similar to Boluogo's now.

The two of them were wearing floral shirts, knee-length shorts, sunglasses on their collars, and sun hats on their heads, looking like they were on a beach vacation.

"The identity that Crow's Nest forged for us is that we are vacationers from Opos, so it should look like we are on vacation."

Lebius said as he put on his sunglasses. It was now approaching afternoon and the sun was still strong. Lebius was always too rigorous in some details.

He asked again, "Relax, Bologo, don't look so tense."

Boluogo tried hard to get himself into a vacation state, and his body relaxed, but every muscle was still in preparation, like an extended whip blade. It seemed soft, but with just a command, it could be reorganized into a strong sharp blade at any time.

“In our work, there is a saying called adapting measures to local conditions.”

Lebius's eyes were hidden under his sunglasses, but Boluogo could detect that he was looking at him.

"Look at the people around you. If you continue to wear such tight-fitting clothes, everyone will just think there is something wrong with you."

Lebius is right, the environment of Freeport is completely different from that of Opos. Bologg felt this when he got out of the car. When he arrived at the hotel, his black coat was soaked with sweat.

In addition to trade, the Freeport is also a good tourist attraction. A few kilometers away from the Freeport is a golden beach. Many people come here every year to enjoy the sunshine.

There are not many people on the street dressed like the two of them on the beach. Even so, Boluogo is still a little uncomfortable with it. The gorgeous colors on his body are too inconsistent with him, and he feels awkward all over.

Boluogo followed Lebius. There were only two of them on this trip. The others were left in the hotel, collecting relevant intelligence and connecting with the Bureau of Order. Uriel's train stopped not far away.

"The tenth group has arrived at Freeport. The people of Xitao definitely have news about them."

"Are we going directly to see the people of Xitao?"

"No," Lebius denied, "Maybe the Zongge Orchestra is already waiting for us in the free port. Unless necessary, we cannot take the initiative to expose ourselves, let alone opponents outside the Zongge Orchestra."

The arrival of Dua made Lebius realize one thing. Many forces were eyeing the original thing. This time, they had many potential competitors.

"As for the people of Xitao themselves, their relationship with the Bureau of Order is just a trading partner. The rest... I very much agree with this sentence. The people of Xitao are a group of pirates who are bound by modern civilization. What do you think of us? Can you talk to pirates about trust?"

Lebius followed his own words and simply said, "No, absolutely impossible."

"So what should we do, sneak in?"

Boluogo looked into the distance as he spoke. On the inconspicuous edge of the Free Port, there is a huge industrial area. It is the United Company's shipyard. It is currently the largest shipyard in the world, with countless ships every year. Get into the water from here.

In addition to the largest shipyard in the world, the United Company also has the largest fleet in the world, which even the Rhine League and the Kogadel Empire cannot compare to. It can be said that they are a maritime overlord that stays briefly on land. .

Relying on the trade driven by the fleet, the United Company completely controls the Freeport. They are the kings of this land and the disguise of the people of Xitao in the mortal world.

A huge cruise ship docked at the port with the word United Company written on it. That cruise ship was the office building of United Company.

"Although I don't like this group of pirates, I do have some friends here, and he will help us."

Lebius had thought up a plan early in the morning and glanced at the cruise ship from a distance. Lebius turned around and led Boluogo into a narrow path.

The towering walls blocked the light, and there was a fishy smell floating in the darkness. Dark red liquid flowed in the ditch along the side. It was unclear whether it was blood or something else.