Endless Debt

When Bologo saw Gauld, the powerful defender was lying on the hospital bed. His whole arm was bleeding and covered with wounds. He looked tired and depressed, as if he hadn't slept well for several days and nights.

"I really never thought I could get out of there alive."

Seeing Boluoge's arrival, Gauld managed to regain some energy and showed a not too ugly smile to Boluogo.

"I didn't expect that either."

Boluogo felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time he had a direct conversation with Gauld instead of through a card.

"It seems that Irwin's wish also includes you."

Gold nodded. Even now, he was in a daze. He never thought that he could really return from that hellish paradise and regain control of his body and the feeling of freedom. Gold's eyes filled with tears.

"Sorry, I lost my temper a little bit in the Happy Park before."

"It's nothing," Boluogo shook his head, "Everyone has his own limit."

Bologg could see that Gold was in a state of embarrassment at the moment. His body was covered with tubes, and his malaise and exhaustion were almost written on his face. He guessed that Gold needed to see a psychiatrist and enjoy a long vacation. , to heal his broken heart.

"what happened to your hand?"

Bologg noticed the injury to Gauld's arm. Now that he was under the protection of the Bureau of Order and a baseman himself, Bologg didn't understand how he suffered the injury.

"They call that thing a constant metal," Gold raised his hand. "I don't know much about that thing, but I know how to twist it."

Gold talked about what happened to him, "It's very simple. In order to remove the constant metal from my body, another guy used absolute force to roughly distort it. Because he didn't control the force well, he twisted it. Broke some of my bones."

Compared with the mental torture he experienced in the Happy Garden, such injuries are nothing to Gauld. On the contrary, the pain in his arm will make him feel alive.

Gauld often heard people say that only after experiencing something, people would understand something. He thought that as a defender, he was already at the top of the world, but the experience of Happy Park gave him a hard time. Gaul learned a lesson. It's been a long time since he loved the world so much.

Boluogo said, "Lebius said you were looking for me."

"Well, I just wanted to thank you face to face. If you hadn't strayed into this, I might have endured eternal torture."

Boluogo looked indifferent, "It's nothing, it's just a duty."

Gold laughed hoarsely. He had limited communication with Boluoge in the Happy Park. Now it seems that he thinks Boluogo is a good guy.

"Are you from the Special Operations Group?"

"What's wrong?"

"Are you interested in joining our tenth group?" Gold continued, "We happen to be short of people right now."

The Zongge Band's attack caused serious trauma to Group 10. Most of the members are still lying in border sanatoriums. Due to the temporary paralysis of the action group, the Order Bureau's control over the Hazama Kingdoms has begun to decline.

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, smiled and shook his head, "Let's forget it."

"just kidding."

Gold also laughed. After getting out of danger, the team leader of the base defender was also quite humorous.

"You probably don't just want to see me, is there anything else?"

Boluogo said in confusion. After waking up, Gold did not go to see his team members, but instead came to find what he was doing.

"I don't have anything to do. Those who do have something to do are another group of people," Gold said, looking behind Boluogo. "They didn't want to summon you directly, so they took a detour through me."

Bologg turned around. A researcher wearing protective clothing had been waiting for a long time. Bologg's eyes flickered between the two, extremely confused.

Gold said, "It's okay, just go with him."

Boluogo hesitated for a moment, but nodded, followed the researcher, and moved forward in the deep and dark corridor.

During the period when Bologo and several others were missing, this terrifying and huge machine of the Order Bureau did not stop for anyone. On the contrary, it started working with unimaginable efficiency.

The researcher said nothing, like a perfectly integrated machine, faithfully executing the orders. In the long silence, Boluogo couldn't help but ask, "Who wants to see me?"

The researcher replied simply and bluntly, "The Hall of Scholars."

Bologg fell silent. As a research institution higher than the sublimation furnace core, Bologg had very little contact with the Hall of Scholars. The only time they interacted with it was during his own promotion ceremony. The Hall of Scholars watched, but even Watching, they also hide behind thick observation windows.

Boluogo couldn't figure out the purpose of summoning him to the Hall of Scholars. Was it to inquire about the Happy Garden? But this is not within the scope of the Scholars Hall’s responsibility.

With an uneasy feeling, Boluogo passed through the slowly rising gates and touched the core of the sublimation furnace core, a place that many researchers dream of reaching.

Hall of scholars.

Different from the heat of the sublimation furnace core, waves of coolness came oncoming, and the blue light shone from the top of the head, as if under a huge aquarium. Boluogo could see many figures walking around, except for In addition, there are many desks placed randomly aside, covered with pages filled with dense data.

The mechanical sound of the typewriter echoed continuously, and there was also a heavier and denser sound of metal friction. Boluogo walked towards the center of the courtyard. There was a gap in the center of the circle. The bottom was filled with some kind of solution, and towering figures stood out from the backlog of solution. There were countless copper pillars, and with the rotation of the machine, the mechanical piles on the copper pillars also began to rotate.

The huge machinery was linked together, bringing an unspeakable shock. Near Bologe, machines placed on top of each other spit out a series of paper strips with holes printed on them under the operation of copper pillars.

The scholars took the slips of paper. They seemed to have a unique set of translation methods, translating the holes on the slips into sets of data and recording them on white paper.

The low hum of gas compression and release sounded in the shadows. Looking up, Bologo noticed that many pipes ran through the gaps, and the gas flow capsules were also covered here.

Just as Boluogo was fascinated by this mechanically constructed courtyard, a familiar voice sounded from the front, and he called.

"Bologo!"

Boluogo looked in the direction of the sound, and an unexpected person appeared.

"Deputy...Deputy Director?"

Bologo suspected that he had seen it wrong, and the elusive Nethanil actually appeared in front of him. Then Nathaniel hugged him hard and told Bologo that this was not a lie, but reality.

"Are you looking for me?"

Nathaniel replied, "I am one of them... let's talk as we walk."

Bologo followed Nethaniel. Every time Nethaniel appeared, Bologo would bring shocking news. He realized that this time things were not that simple.

Nathaniel chatted, "Lebius must have mentioned it to you about future promotions."

"Well..." Boluogo asked his question, "I remember that we need to obtain the promotion materials for those with power ourselves, don't we?"

"According to the regulations, this is the case, but most of the time, employees can exchange their achievements for materials," Nathaniel said. "You have done very well before, and you know what? You were selected as the annual Best New Employee.”

When he heard about the Rookie of the Year Award, Bologo was stunned. He had heard Palmer mention this award countless times, but he never thought that he would actually get it, and under such circumstances, he was informed by Nathaniel. .

"that's all?"

"That's it," Nathaniel said, "What else do you want? An awards ceremony?"

"I thought it would be more grand," Bologeau said. "Palmer always bragged to me about that time."

"It was true before, but now you also know that the Bureau of Order is very busy and there are potential enemies everywhere." Nathaniel, who has always been cynical, suddenly became serious. "Maybe when we wake up, another extraordinary war will be around the corner. It’s close at hand.”

"Is it that bad?"

Nathaniel smiled mysteriously, "You'll know right away."

"Talking back to your promotion, after consideration, we decided to replace your Rookie of the Year Award with alchemy materials. Of course, this is not enough to support your promotion to the person in charge. Don't worry, the part that is not enough is decision-making. The room will be made up for you.”

Boluogo frowned, "Isn't this a bit against the rules?"

"It's definitely against the rules," Nathaniel said frankly, "but we can set up a plan, and you are the protagonist of the plan. As for the content of the plan, it is to find a way to pile you up into the Glory... Don't worry, I am Deputy Director, I will review and approve the planning documents very quickly."

Boluogo's brows were about to knit together. Damn it, this matter was even more ridiculous than he thought. Nathaniel seemed to know what he was thinking. He lowered his head and whispered.

"Boluogo, you are burdened with eternal debts, you also possess the alchemy matrix of Overlord Xilin, and you are the devil's chosen one... You are not really prepared to treat you as an ordinary field employee, are you?"

Nathaniel stood up straight, with that mysterious smile still on his face. Before Bologo could speak, he continued.

"Here we are."

Another heavy gate was raised, and an old man in white robes had been waiting behind the door for a long time. His muscles had shrunk like a dead tree, but his eyes were bright and full of vitality.

An unspeakable sense of power overflowed from this decayed body, illuminating the shimmering eyes. The old man in front of him gave Boluogo and Nathaniel the same powerful aura.

The glorious one.

Boluogo can be sure that the other party is a person of supreme glory.

Nathaniel said with awe, "Let me introduce to you, this is Mamo Payne, the first minister of the Ascension Furnace who has lived since the fall of the Holy City until now."

Mamo ignored Nethaniel's presence, as well as Nethaniel's praise. He stared at Boluogo indifferently, his eyes as cold as a leopard staring at its prey.

"I want to show you something, Borrowgo."