Endless Debt

"Welcome, strangers seeking knowledge."

The fortune teller welcomed the two of them, waving his purple robe, and stretched out a pair of hands covered with abscesses, gently placing them on the small table in front of him.

A sweet aroma rose from the incense burner, diluting the stench inside the wreckage of the hulk. Bologger did not feel relieved, but instead became more vigilant.

Boluogo encountered similar deceptions on the wandering fork in the road. The aroma contains neurotoxins. The toxicity is very slight, not enough to knock down an adult, but it can interfere with your consciousness to a certain extent. With a little guidance, you can Will become the opponent's plaything.

Lebius said expressionlessly, "Are you sure you have the information we want to know?"

The fortune teller laughed hoarsely, and his voice came through his robes, like the cold wind blowing through the corridor.

"You haven't asked yet, how do I know?"

The ugly hands made a gesture of invitation, but Lebius did not refuse. He pulled out the chair and was about to sit down when Bologo stopped him.

"I come."

Bologo replaced Lebius and sat across from the fortune teller. At the same time, he also spoke to Lebius through the whistle he carried.

"I am an immortal, even if something unexpected happens, nothing will happen."

The voice rang in Lebius's mind. Without Uriel's assistance, the range of the two's whistles was greatly reduced. They could only communicate with each other and could not connect to Jeffrey and others far away in the port.

Lebius felt uneasy, "Well, be vigilant, I think something is wrong."

Aimu's voice broke in, "It's okay, you two are here."

Although the Hulk Coast is full of dangers, it is like a barbaric and primitive Colosseum, where people release their ugly desires without any concealment, but Bologo and Lebius who stepped here, in this cruel food chain, Definitely the apex predator, the ultimate consumer.

Intuitively, it seemed that the two of them were only holding two umbrellas, like travelers who entered this place by mistake. From the perspective of force, these people actually let an army of killers enter here generously.

Burlogo warned briefly, "Stay alert, Aimu."

"Um."

The response came to his mind, and the halo in Boluogo's eyes began to dim, even losing all its luster.

At this time, the roles were reversed, and Boluogo became the leader of the team. Lebius said nothing and stood behind Boluogo without saying a word, just like an ordinary guard.

"So you are the one in charge?" The fortune teller paid more attention to Boluogo, and his eyes drifted to Lebius, "I thought you were the boss."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Bologg stared at the darkness under the purple robe, his cold eyes peering into the darkness. His gaze was always oppressive, even though Bologg could not see the fortune teller's eyes.

The fortune teller was silent for a while, wondering what he was thinking. The rickety man did not leave. He stood not far away, with a greedy look on his face.

A strange atmosphere lingered between them, and amid the permeating incense, the fortune teller lifted the cover on the table, revealing a transparent and glowing crystal ball.

The diviner said, "Place your hand on the crystal ball."

"Are you serious?"

Boluogo frowned. This was somewhat different from the intelligence gathering he expected.

"I am a fortune teller. If I don't predict fate, what am I going to do?" said the fortune teller. "And aren't you here just to pry into fate?"

The fortune teller's tone sounded old-fashioned, like a wizard hiding in a dense forest in a story.

Bologo whispered in his mind, "There's something wrong with him, team leader."

"I have discovered," Lebius replied, "Hert lied to me."

Boluogo didn't say anything else. It would be sad to see an old friend become a stranger. He obediently pressed his hand on the crystal ball. It felt cold to the touch, like pressing a piece of ice.

With Boluogo's touch, the elite clear crystal ball began to change. A gray storm gradually appeared in the crystal ball, and jumping arcs could be vaguely seen.

This reminded Boluogo of the thundercloud that knocked him into the abandoned place, but the thundercloud actually contained a thunderstorm that was ready to go.

"interesting."

Boluogo became interested, and then said in his mind, "This thing has a slight etheric reaction. It looks like an alchemical weapon."

Aimu asked, "Do you have self-circulating alchemical weapons?"

"should be."

Some special alchemical weapons will collect the ether spilled in the environment on their own, and can activate themselves without the need for excess ether to be activated.

This kind of alchemical weapon is very common in the Bureau of Order. After all, the sublimation ones are in the minority. In order to support this huge extraordinary organization, most of the employees in the Bureau of Order are ordinary people. They themselves cannot resonate with the ether, so they have to use this The class can self-cycle the alchemy-armed work.

The emergence of this type of alchemy weapon has greatly improved the work efficiency of the Order Bureau, but also because it empowers ordinary people with certain extraordinary powers, it causes a lot of riots every year. The field department is always sent out, Recycle these alchemical weapons.

Boluogo also read the news that some countries in the Hazama Kingdom are already trying to include alchemical weapons as military weapons.

The alchemy weapons themselves that can make ordinary people effective are not too powerful, but as their numbers accumulate and are connected to the army, they can also affect the situation on the battlefield.

This was a clear violation of the Aether Protocol, and by the time Bologger read the news, the King's Secret Sword had resolved the situation and re-blocked the alchemy technology.

In terms of preventing the expansion of extraordinary wars, the positions of the King's Secret Sword and the Bureau of Order are unexpectedly consistent. No one wants the world to usher in a second Scorched Earth Wrath.

Focusing on the crystal ball in front of him, Boluoge became a little interested in divination.

"Please formulate your question in your mind."

The fortune teller's voice was slow and lazi, making the listener feel drowsy.

Borogo ponders the question of the position in Group 10.

The crystal ball under his hand began to change. First it was a rolling and roaring storm, and then raindrops separated from it and turned into roaring waves. The low temperature came, and the liquid gradually froze into solid ice inside the sphere. The next moment, brilliant sparks ignited, evaporating the solid ice. Ice, turned into storm again.

This is the cycle of elements. Boluogo had read it in a book. He didn't expect that this gadget could be used in so many tricks. Boluogo was thinking about getting one to take home and use it as a bedside night light.

"Excuse me, do you have an answer?"

Boluogo urged. He had been putting his hand on it for a while, but the fortune teller seemed to be mute and made no sound at all.

Now it is certain that Helt has a problem, and the current fortune-telling is just a cover, but looking at the fortune-teller, it seems that he is really fortune-telling for himself.

After a while, the fortune teller lifted his hood, and his ugly old face was directly exposed, and the strange and mysterious feeling disappeared.

He slapped the crystal ball in a panic, his eyes flashing between Boluogo and the crystal ball repeatedly.

"Is there any...is there any problem?"

Boluogo frowned. The fortune teller seemed to be suffering from some kind of disease. His body was covered with abscesses, even his face, which looked very similar to the sketched man.

To be precise, the entire wreckage of the wreck is filled with some kind of germs, and people who have stayed here for a long time will have more or less such symptoms.

Disease was all too normal for voyagers, who traveled far and wide and brought diseases with them to unfamiliar lands.

History has recorded such an incident. People in a certain area have been with a certain disease for many years, and even developed resistance. One day, they sailed to another country. The locals could not bear the disease they carried, so it caused A massive plague.

"I can't see your fate, how is that possible?"

The fortune teller questioned Boluogo. Judging from his excited expression, Boluogo didn't think the fortune teller was playing any tricks on him, as if his appearance really broke his professional cognition.

"That means you can't read anything, right?"

Boluogo didn't want to waste any more time, pretended to be angry, slapped the table hard and stood up.

At the same time, the roar of gunshots sounded, Boluogo turned around and shook his hand, and the snakes gathered in his palms along the cuffs, forging the blades, colliding with the speeding warhead, causing sparks to fly.

The blade continued to twist under Bologo's swing, and then the iron spear whizzed in, piercing the rusty, fragile and decayed metal plate with one blow, and pierced the enemy behind it.

The fortune teller froze on the spot, the broken bullet cut open his cheek, and pus mixed with blood smeared across his eyes.

Lebius disappeared. When the fortune teller noticed Lebius's presence again, he was standing in the position that outlined the man's position just now, and his body was still kicking.

The next second, a blurry black shadow covered the diviner's sight. The outlined man screamed and was kicked back to the fortune-telling booth by Lebius. The table, crystal ball, and diviner collided with each other.