Endless Debt

Different from the light in the past, the actual combat room is now dark, and the wide space is completely dark, without any light. Columns rise from the ground, intertwined with each other, forming an endless maze.

Boluogo was in the center of the maze, completely in darkness. In the dark space, the only sound left was his gentle breathing.

Now that the Order Bureau is here, Boluogo simply trains here to master the next etheric skill.

Closing his eyes, Bologg calmed down his mind. All his senses became extremely sharp, and his connection with the ether gradually deepened. Bologg could vaguely spy something like water flow in the darkness.

Ether flow.

"The ethers are gathered together, entangled with each other and flowing like water. They are everywhere, rippling wantonly, forming a huge ocean."

Hart's voice echoed in his mind. As a condenser of the Origin School, Boluogo has been asking Hart for tips on Tai Chi skills in the past few months.

After successfully mastering etheric shielding, Boluogo struggled for a while, choosing among many etheric skills. Finally, based on his own situation and ability, he chose etheric perception as his next learning item.

This technique allows Bologo to perceive the flow of ether more keenly, which not only makes his own manipulation of ether more sophisticated and complex, but also allows him to detect the flow of other people's ether from the changes in the direction of the ether flow. And then predict the opponent's attack in advance.

If this perception is expanded and released, Bologo will be like a radar, able to detect the etheric reactions of other people within a large range, provided that they do not hide themselves through etheric shielding.

After a period of study, Bologo gradually found the feeling. It was dark all around, but he could feel the vague directions, until at a certain moment the ocean of ether became restless.

First, he noticed the boiling of the ether, and then there was the sound of howling wind tearing the air. A dagger, dragged by the strong wind, quickly circled the column and approached Bologg in the blink of an eye.

Boluogo did not activate his secret power, but decisively drew out his resentful bite, using only the properties of mortal iron to chop.

With his sight blocked, Bologo could only fight back through his perception of the ether flow. The sword blade swung up, resistance came from his wrist, and then with a soft sound, Bologo chopped off the dagger.

This was not the end, but the beginning. More dense sounds sounded, and many daggers shot through the air. Boluogo did not just stand there stupidly, but started running. The clanking sound lasted for several minutes. Just stopped.

"Is it okay?"

Palmer's call came from the darkness, and a few seconds later Burlogo responded, "That's it!"

Boluogo could sense that at the other end of the darkness, a rising ether reaction was extinguished.

The lights turned on, and the light dispersed the darkness. In the huge gray space, Boluogo slowly walked towards Palmer. As the light turned on, he saw many shallow marks on Boluogo's body. Shallow wounds.

In order to train his etheric perception, Bologe suppressed himself as much as possible, and the effect was obvious. Bologe made rapid progress.

"Looking pretty good today."

Palmer glanced at the healing wound and said, "It's much better than before."

He still remembered the first time he trained with Boluogo. Boluogo asked him to go all out. Palmer also cooperated and released the dagger. He only heard a low cry in the darkness. When the lights came on again, a dagger accurately hit the target. Plug it into Boluogo's chest.

Fortunately, Bologo was an immortal and could train in such an extreme way.

"Do you want to fully master this ultimate skill before taking action?"

"No, I don't think I'm that talented," Bologo said. "I just want to be as strong as possible."

Palmer refused to comment. He had seen the changes in Bologg this time. Bologg was becoming more and more like Lebius, a complete workaholic, as if he wanted to burn himself out. .

Sometimes Palmer feels as if something is chasing Boluogo, which is why he is so anxious and eager to become stronger.

It was clear that nothing was chasing him, nothing was chasing anyone.

"Your expression is a little bad," Palmer looked at Boluogo's expression. "It's getting worse. You may need a doctor."

During this period of time, Palmer suggested to Borogo countless times to see a doctor. As for the results, everyone knew.

"I'm fine, I'm just worried more," Borogo said.

"What's the trouble? Tell me."

Palmer and Bologg hooked up, and Bologg remained silent as always, but he couldn't help but think of the conversation with Aimu last night.

…

Aimu fell on the bed. In the past, she would try her best to enjoy this rare rest time and do what she liked without wasting a minute. But today, Aimu has been lying on the bed for a while. Such a waste of time.

She had her eyes open and was not sleeping. At this moment, the thoughts in Aimu's mind were running like machines in a factory. If she were in the state of a body of steel now, Aimu even suspected that she would hear the buzzing under her body. Voice.

Aimu's mind was a little confused. Ever since she got up today, the conversation with Boluogo last night had repeatedly appeared in her mind. The two of them had obviously not drank, but they continued the conversation in such a strange way, not to mention that The dialogue is still so weird.

The words are full of assumptions and hints, like a debate, gradually moving closer to the core issue.

Boluogo was not stupid, and Aimu was not stupid either. When she came to her senses, she realized how shameful her crazy suggestion was, and Boluogo's dull reaction once again made her at a loss.

Aimu believed that Boluogo had a good impression of her, definitely, definitely, absolutely. She believed it so much, like a fanatical monk, but when she saw that she had said so many prayers, she ended up believing When the guy still looked indifferent, even Aimu would have a hint of suspicion.

Are you being too sentimental and thinking too much?

Chains of suspicion that she had only read about in books were running rampant in Aimu's mind. She complained that she was entangled in such things and could not escape. Even when there was a knock on the door, she did not notice it.

A few minutes later, Bailey and Aimu were lying on the bed together, like travelers soaking up the sun on the beach.

"So...you've been thinking about this?"

After listening to Aimu's story, Bailey raised her arms and sat up sideways. Aimu responded in a low voice and stuffed her head into the pillow.

Bailee's expression became a little complicated, even a little disgusted. She didn't expect why two people who were usually very smart could be so at odds with each other, and then she couldn't help but sigh.

"Are you two kids?"

"He...I don't know, but I am."

"At this time, you remember your identity as a child, right?"

Bailey stretched out her hand to pinch Aimu, but Aimu turned over nimbly, rolled up the quilt and rolled directly under the bed.

"What the hell, can't you two be more direct? Do you have to be so subtle?"

Bailey continued to complain, "Isn't he usually very resolute? Why is he so shy now?"

Apart from the extremely frustrating and negotiation-like exchange between the two of them, the biggest impact on Bailie was Bologgo's strange reaction.

Bailey had never seen that side of Burlogo. She couldn't even imagine that side. Who could have imagined it? A picture of a perverted murderer looking shy should not exist.

"Or is the generation gap between you two too big?" Bailey speculated, "After all, rounding it off, you two are almost a hundred years apart."

"I don't know, but I think he might have some... emotional disorder?"

Aimu stuck his head out and recalled what Bologe said, "Bologe seems to be a person who pursues his own perfection. He always looks like he has no weaknesses..."

The more you care about it, the more you restrain yourself, the more you pray for a perfect posture, and even trap yourself in a cocoon.

This is how Bologg feels to Aimu. He is afraid of showing that vulnerable side - if Bologg has one.

But in that intimate relationship, everyone will reveal their own vulnerability, which may be what Boluogo is worried about.

After having a headache for a while, Bailey lamented the budding youth, and wondered if the two of them were in love at dusk, not just dusk, it could be called the love of the century.

"what's wrong with you?"

Bailey noticed the change in Aimu's expression. Just now he looked troubled, but now he was laughing.

"On the other hand, the more reserved he is, the more he wants to be perfect in front of me, isn't he?"

Seeing Amu's look, Bailey didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only pounce on her and viciously rub her face, her carefully sculpted work.

"You feel like a wild flower growing wildly, with sunshine hanging on every petal."

…

Palmer leaned against the threshold, licking the cone in his hand, and looked at Burlogo who was nestled on the sofa. Ever since the call came back, Burlogo had maintained the same look, as if he had suffered a major blow.

Many worries are putting pressure on Boluogo, and now this pressure has a little more weight from Aimu, squeezing Boluogo's spirit wantonly.

It was hard to forget the devil's dispute, but then Bologo would think of the negotiations on the King's Secret Sword, the strange decision-making room, and the potential crisis...

After all of them are solved and forgotten, a familiar face will slowly appear again.

"ah……"

When Aimu felt that the sun was shining brightly, Boluogo let out a meaningless groan of pain.

It felt like I went out to walk my dog ​​early in the morning, and when I came back humming a tune, I found that my house was burning with fire. Before rescue could be carried out, the burned beams collapsed, leaving only smoldering ruins.

Boluogo turned over and muttered, "It's over."