Endless Debt

The others...the undead.

As early as a long time ago, Boluogo had heard about the existence of other undead, but Boluogo felt that they should be extremely mysterious, just like those ancient secret societies mentioned by Jeffrey, hiding in the deep mountains and forests, and disappearing. sunlight.

I never expected that I would have to meet them so suddenly, and I felt a little uneasy for a moment.

"Is it so sudden?" Bologo said.

"I was planning to take you to see them after your implantation ceremony, but those people were a little unreliable. It took several days before they responded to my message."

Lebius complained that if it weren't for Boluogo, he really didn't want to have anything to do with the undead.

"The reason they gave was that they had recently been celebrating 'successfully throwing a pencil through a ring into a cup from a distance of five meters,' so they drank heavily for several days."

Lebius spoke seriously and nonsense.

"What the hell is this reason for celebration?" Boluogo looked confused.

"Just get used to it. The undead will always use all kinds of strange reasons to celebrate... In fact, they just want to have a drink."

Lebius said, with a helpless smile on his face, and then asked Boluogo, "Why, do you think this undead is a little different from what you imagined?"

Boluogo nodded slightly, "Yes, this doesn't sound like the undead, but a group of drunken losers."

Being able to drink day and night for several days, should we admire these undead for having a strong and good body?

Palmer on the side also nodded and said, "Shouldn't the undead be the kind of ancient nobles? In the dark castle, in the rising candlelight, they are all luxurious, and they are plotting some conspiracy at the end of the long table. …”

"So, is this the undead in your impression? Mysterious, noble, ancient and powerful."

Lebius kept the smile on his face, as if Palmer had told a funny joke.

"Isn't it like this?" Palmer asked rhetorically. When thinking about the undead, everyone's most intuitive feeling should be like this.

"Ah...it's nothing. You have to see this kind of thing with your own eyes so that you can have a more intuitive understanding. If I say anything, you will just think I am telling a joke."

Lebius said, holding down the key on the table and pushing it towards Bologo.

"Take them with you, Jeffrey. Yas and I will handle the rest of the trouble."

Jeffrey hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He still remembered the troubles Yas mentioned. Thinking of Yas' previous attendance, he didn't know what bad news he brought.

But with Lebius here, none of this is a problem. Just leave it to him first. When you come back, you just need to follow the orders.

Picking up the key, Jeffrey said, "Actually, I quite like those undead people. Sometimes they are really interesting."

"Of course," Jeffrey's voice turned stern again, "It would be better if they are willing to stay in the club honestly."

"Let's go."

Jeffrey gestured to Bologg and Palmer. At this time, Palmer probably understood Yas's hesitation before, and he asked.

"I'm not an immortal, can I go?"

"You are Boluogo's partner, and you will come into contact with those people sooner or later... What's more, those people are not exclusive, on the contrary, they like 'new friends' very much."

Jeffrey showed a bright smile to Palmer. After hearing what he said, Palmer relaxed a lot, and then Jeffrey's voice sounded again.

"But they are always too enthusiastic towards their 'new friends', so few people can be friends with them, but I think you can do it, Palmer. After all, you are so lucky, aren't you?"

"Huh? Wait a minute! What do you mean by enthusiasm!"

Palmer realized something was wrong, but it was too late. Jeffrey inserted the "Key to the Winding Path" into the office door. With the flicker of light, a dark chaos appeared behind the door.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Bologg still remembered Palmer's previous slander, and kicked Palmer on the waist. With a scream, he kicked him into the door, and Bologg followed closely.

It’s not clear what the undead are like. At least Boluogo knows that they are the undead, ancient beings who have lived for an unknown length of time and witnessed historical changes. They are like living fossils, recording the history books of the world. Perhaps You can get some information about your deal with the devil from their mouths.

"Then I'll leave first."

Jeffrey finally walked through the door.

As the three people left, only Lebius and Ass were left in the office. The troublesome guy was not there. The atmosphere that had just finally relaxed became serious again, and the smiles on their faces were also filled with coldness. replace.

"How is the situation? Yas." Lebius asked.

"Not too optimistic. The King's Secret Sword must be planning something. Recently, their behavior has become more and more arrogant, and the conflicts continue to intensify. For this reason, I need to personally end it."

Yas talked about his attendance in the past few days. Originally, the sixth team was capable of doing the job, but as the conflict intensified, Yas had to act together with the team members to prevent the incident from getting out of control.

"Ivan is still investigating related matters, but he suspects that the King's Secret Sword should not act so rashly. They seem to be feinting at the moment to cover for another bigger conspiracy."

"A feint?"

Lebius had already thought of something in his mind, but he didn't say it. Instead, he asked Yas.

"What did you think of?"

"What else can there be besides 'human addiction'? You have also read Ivan's report. It seems like someone is collecting souls on a large scale... I guess the manipulator behind this is the King's Secret Sword. Their behavior is terrible. People have to be vigilant, as if they are preparing for war."

While talking about this, Yas thought of Boluogo, and his tone was surprised and frightened.

"I have to say that I really have to thank Boluogo for this. Without his paranoia and madness, we might not have noticed these conspiracies evolved from revenge."

Yas continued to analyze, "'Human-hungry' should have collected a lot of souls. I guess their feint attack was to cover 'Human-hungry' to transfer these materials."

"Unfortunately, we currently don't have much information about 'Anthropic'. These people are well hidden. Apart from the recently deduced concentration point of the freight, there is no other information." Lebius said Picking up another document, what is recorded on it is the information about the freight concentration point.

Lebius originally wanted Bologo to handle this matter, but since he had just become a Sublime Master, he gave him a few days of grace to familiarize himself with the secret energy. As for the cargo concentration point, the iron sentries were closely watching it. , try to dig out more information.

"Here's the trouble. You and I both know who the King's Secret Sword is. Maybe the next feint attack will turn into a real attack."

This is what worries Yas. They know clearly about the conspiracy of "Human-hungry", but they are also involved in the feint attack of the King's secret sword. If there is any negligence, the opponent will give up "Human-hungry" and launch an attack directly.

"What do you want me to do? Yas."

Lebius asked directly.

“Each action group currently has tasks to perform, and Boluogo also needs to continue to track down ‘Human-hungry’. What’s more, he is still a newcomer, and facing the King’s Secret Sword directly is still a bit stressful for him.

I know this request may be a bit excessive, but I hope that you and Jeffrey can help if necessary. You don't need to take the initiative, as long as you stop everything before the situation gets out of control. "

Yas said sincerely that he knew that Lebius and Jeffrey had not been on missions for many years. Both of them had different reasons for staying away from the battlefield and have remained so until now.

One has become a good old man with many friends, while the other is huddled in the office, planning something unknown.

"Is that it? Beware of the feint-attack-turned-surprise attack from the King's Secret Sword."

Lebius pondered for a few seconds and frowned.

"If it doesn't work, there's no need to force it. I'm just a little worried about the possibility." Yas said again. As he said, all this is just Yas's conjecture at the moment, but his many years of experience in the industry have forced him to pay attention. Every possibility.

"Don't rush to a conclusion, Yas, haven't I refused yet?"

Lebius stretched his brows and smiled.

"You mean..." Yas's eyes lit up, his expression full of surprise.

"It's just assistance. What's more, this is just your conjecture, and it may not actually happen... We have been friends for many years, so there is no need to help a friend with this small favor."

Lebius stretched his arms as he spoke, and there was a soft sound between the bones. He stretched his muscles and bones like an unsheathed sword.

"More importantly, 'Rupert's Tail' is about to be officially put into operation, and it's time for me to go out for a walk."

"Is it really okay? You haven't been on the battlefield for a long time."

Yas worriedly said, he knew that Lebius was very strong, but he had not fought for too long, not to mention that his right foot was also disabled. In the fleeting life and death, this would be a big problem for him. weakness.

But at the moment, only Lebius and Jeffrey are still idle, and only these two can make Yas trust the matter with confidence.

This made Yas' inner conflict entangled.

"The battlefield? I have never left the battlefield, Yas."

Lebius burst into laughter.

Without any warning, dazzling and complex arrays suddenly appeared on the body surface. They were winding and twisted, covering every part of the skin. Then the blazing light flashed and gradually dimmed, but it seemed that only Lebius Think, it can be ignited again at any time, just like it has never been extinguished.

The intensity of the ether rose to its peak in an instant, as if a huge wave was hitting Yas, but when it was about to smash Yas into pieces, it dispersed into countless foams, gently brushing his face.