Endless Debt

"ah!"

A sharp howl broke the tranquility of the morning. Palmer seemed to wake up from a nightmare. The smell of alcohol lingering in his body from last night. He covered his chest with the quilt and huddled in the corner of the bed.

The unmetabolized alcohol filled his blood vessels, and the headache caused by the hangover made Palmer's vision blurred. He could hear his heart beating violently, and he was breathing heavily as if he was lacking oxygen.

Palmer was grateful that he was a believer. As a person on the path to transcendence, those who were intimated by the ether were always much thicker than ordinary people, thus avoiding sudden death from shock to a large extent.

"you you……"

Palmer swallowed and pointed at the guy standing at the door. This inexplicable unfolding was so impactful that he couldn't say a word for a while.

"Me? What's wrong with me?"

Burlogo pointed to himself, looked at the time, and then looked at Palmer who looked frightened. He said, "Get dressed. Jeffrey is calling us. He doesn't want us to be late."

"It's a very important matter," Bologg reasoned to himself, "It should be related to the subsequent negotiations. The King's Secret Sword has not left during this period of time."

Palmer didn't hear what Boluogo said at all, and he was extremely nervous.

You know, Burlogo is a person who respects Palmer's privacy very much. Although Palmer often throws his personal belongings into the living room, Burlogo usually pretends not to see it.

As for Palmer's room, Burlogo had never broken into without permission. He would knock on the door very politely every time and wait patiently for Palmer. But this time, Burlogo broke in directly. What's even worse is that Boluogo's expression is extremely bad at the moment.

As if he had gone through a big battle, or as if he had been tired for several days and nights, Boluoge looked a little decadent and tired, and his energy and spirit were much weaker, but his eyes were still bright. It shows that he has not fallen yet.

For an ordinary person, this gesture would not make Palmer so excited. The main reason is that when Bologg is silent and stares at you silently, his unfocused eyes are always chilling.

Palmer stood up drowsily, and before he was drunk, he suddenly saw such a decadent perverted murderer standing in front of his bed. In an instant, all kinds of bad endings flowed through Palmer's cerebral cortex.

"Wait a minute, when did you come back?"

Palmer suppressed his excited heartbeat and spoke incoherently.

Boluogo's promotion ceremony ended in a hurry. Several people stayed in the Undead Club until late at night and left without waiting for news from Boluogo.

Palmer thought that Burlogo would disappear for a while, but it seemed that Burlogo came back that night.

"A few hours ago?" Boluogo thought for a while, "I just came back not long ago, and I received the news."

"Also...in other words, you are the one who loses power?"

"uh-huh."

A brief etheric glow burst out from Boluogo's body, and the etheric reaction belonging to the power-bearing level plowed across Palmer's cheek at close range.

Palmer was in a daze and murmured, "Is this how you get promoted?"

"Yeah, what did you think would happen?"

Palmer gradually woke up from his hangover and said with a complex expression, "You have to know that many people are unable to be promoted to those in power throughout their lives."

"Is it limited by the capacity and talent of the soul?" Boluogo said slightly arrogantly, "I don't feel anything. I'm not them."

"I am the savior, the savior by my own account."

Boluogo affirmed himself in his heart and held on to the big flag that was flying in the wind.

Looking at Bologg's calm expression, Palmer couldn't help but sigh, Bologg was really calm. Couldn't even being promoted to a person with authority cause him the slightest joy? And the promotion was so unremarkable, as if Boluogo had just gone out to buy second-hand goods.

Palmer did not know about the exploration of the ethereal realm, nor did he know about Borogo's subsequent conversation with the astronauts, nor did he know the true name of King Solomon from Mamo...

Within a few hours, Boluogo experienced one extremely important event after another, and learned the broken pieces of the mystery of the past years. In Boluogo's view, any one of them was more important than being promoted to a person with power.

In comparison, Boluogo was naturally not excited at all about his promotion. Under the continuous impact, his nerves had been temporarily numb.

"How long are you going to lie down?"

Boluogo was a little tired, and his voice was unexpectedly cold. This reached Palmer's ears and gave him goosebumps.

"Ah...this...this..."

Palmer seemed hesitant, and Bologg narrowed his eyes. He took a step forward, and was about to lift Palmer's quilt and forcefully drag him out of the room, when Palmer screamed again.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

"Go to work!"

Burlogo grabbed the quilt, and Palmer screamed while covering the quilt, and a large pink pillow emerged from the quilt.

There was silence between the two for a few seconds.

"This... this was given to me by Wosselin," Palmer said coquettishly, "It was meant to accompany me or something..."

Boluogo could understand the interaction between the couple to some extent, and sent something to each other as some kind of spiritual sustenance.

But that didn't stop Burlogo from dragging Palmer up and going to work.

"wait a minute!"

"What are you waiting for! Haven't you had enough sleep?"

Burlogo had had enough of Palmer's rejection.

"Well...I'm not wearing any clothes..."

"ah?"

Boluogo was stunned.

Palmer covered himself with the quilt and dragged the pillow back into the bed. Palmer had had this sleeping habit for a long time and had developed it since he was a child.

Opening and retracting his palms stiffly, Borogo stared at Palmer, who looked away in shame.

The two fell into an eerie silence, and a few seconds later, Palmer howled uncontrollably.

"This is my room, I can do whatever I want!"

Palmer seemed to be trying to prove something.

"Um."

Boluogo nodded, his face expressionless.

"Hurry up," Boluogo closed the door, "I'll wait for you for a while."

"No! Bologo!"

Palmer wanted to catch up. He felt that Boluogo had misunderstood something, but as soon as he leaned out, he found that he was not wearing any clothes at all.

"Damn it!" Palmer cursed, "You've been knocking on the door before!"

"I've been knocking for a long time, and it's obvious that you're a little drunk."

Borrogo recalled the complete reversal of the relationship between Palmer and Vosilin. He felt that Palmer's appearance was quite consistent with his position in the relationship.

"Help!"

There was a scream from Palmer in the room. He decided to lock the door and sleep from now on. However, he thought that this fragile wooden door could not block anything. It was useless and was just a psychological comfort.

Burlogo was sitting on the sofa, listening to Palmer's yelling in the room. His tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't help but smile. Finally, he burst out laughing at Palmer's stupidity. .

"Oh my God, Palmer."

Boluogo sighed. A second ago, he was immersed in great responsibilities and obligations. He felt that he was an ascetic and dedicated person carrying all kinds of secrets.

But as this absurd scene unfolded in the early morning, Boluogo was inadvertently brought back to the world by Palmer.

"What on earth am I worried about?"

Bologg leaned back and laughed to himself. At this time, Palmer walked out with his pants lifted. Seeing Bologg's appearance, he continued to yell and curse.

"You're still laughing! Still laughing!"

The louder Palmer screamed, the more Boluogo couldn't control his expression. He knew why Vosilin liked Palmer. Few people could refuse such a fool. There seemed to be no dark side in his life. .

"Nothing, nothing," Boluogo waved his hand, "We should go."

"Come to think of it, you are already in power, why don't you celebrate?" Palmer put on his belt and shirt.

Bologo said, "Didn't you celebrate last night?"

"But you weren't there!"

"Anyway, you're just looking for a reason to have a drink. Does it make any difference if I'm here or not?"

Palmer stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at Borogo. Borogo realized the oversight in his words. Celebrating was only secondary. What Palmer and the others really wanted was to spend time with him. happy hour.

Just as Burlogo was about to say something, Palmer said with joy, "If you are here, we will have another reason to indulge in a drink, right?"

"ah?"

"It's being held again!"

Boluogo suppressed what he was going to say, and shook his head in distress as he laughed.

"I will cherish this friendship, Palmer."

Bologo said sincerely.

Palmer, who was bending down to put on his shoes, straightened up suddenly, with a look of astonishment on his face and confusion in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Palmer looked at Burlogo, wondering if his promotion had messed up his mind.

Burlogo rarely said such soft and warm words. The words he most often said to Palmer were "kill him" and "kill the enemies on the side" and so on.

Palmer became vigilant for a moment, and then thought of what had just happened in the bedroom and Amu's distress.

Palmer shielded his chest.

"No, Boluogo, no, we are partners, right?"

The more Palmer talked, the more he felt something was wrong. This bastard had just been promoted to a person in power, and he couldn't defeat him even if he used force. It was acknowledged that there was something wrong with Palmer's mind.

"Huh?" Boluogo frowned, "Are you crazy?"

"You're just crazy!"

Palmer felt that it wasn't just him who drank too much, but Burlogo too.

Until he walked onto the street, Palmer's heart was still hanging high. He could clearly feel the difference in Boluogo, and he became a little... unexpectedly happy.

This kind of happiness does not come from the happiness of promotion, but something that Palmer cannot explain.

Palmer couldn't help but ask, "What are you so happy about?"

"Everything."

"what is that?"

"This world."

After several rounds of conversations, Boluogo's mood improved a lot. As everyone said, he needed some time, needed to talk to friends, and needed to have a closer connection with the world to prevent himself from being disconnected from it.

To love this world.

Boluogo said, "Don't you think this world is beautiful?"

"Beautiful? Are you serious?"

Before Palmer finished speaking, a piercing whistle sounded, and then a car rushed out of the street and hit the street light. After a while, the siren slowly caught up with him, and the police surrounded the robber. , they faced each other with guns.

Looking further ahead, Palmer saw the thick mist pouring out of the great rift. He shook his head, "This world is indeed beautiful, but this city, and some places in this city, I don't think are beautiful."

Putting aside his playful attitude, Palmer became serious, "What work do you think Jeffrey will give us?"

"I guess they belong to the King's Shield Guard."

Boluogo analyzed, "The King's Secret Sword is always an external pressure, but the King's Shield Guards and the Silent Ones are threats in the Oath City Opos..."

"The Great Rift?" Palmer vaguely guessed, "Do you think Jeffrey will send us to the Great Rift to deal with them?"

"It won't be a solution, but it must be related to the detection of intelligence," Boluogo continued. "This is the land of the devil. Only debtors like you and me can see the way forward in the fog."

Palmer muttered, "That sounds bad."

"Looking at the bright side, now I am the one with the power," Boluogo maintained his confidence. "Now ordinary enemies are no longer our opponents."

"That's the problem!"

Palmer's voice rose, and he added tremblingly, "Have we ever encountered an ordinary opponent?"

"..."

Boluogo warned seriously, "Don't be so talkative."

"You also know that my gift is uncontrollable, so I tried my best..." Palmer nodded in agreement.

The two arrived at a stepped conference room in the reclamation room soon after. Some people had already arrived here in advance, whispering. Boluogo thought that this would be a separate operation of the special operations team, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case.

Fortunately, there were some familiar faces present. Bologo speculated that this should be a joint operation between different action groups.

"Okay, everyone is here."

Jeffrey counted the people and everyone else took their seats.

There were not many people present. In addition to Burlogo and Palmer, there were Hart, Kemp, Shelley, and Church, a total of six of them.

Boluogo did not see Aimu. Aimu should have been incorporated into Mamo's staff. These scholars should seize the time to study the information brought by Boluogo.

Palmer greeted several other people, especially after meeting Church's former partner, Palmer seemed even more excited. He vaguely heard him asking about the follow-up of Church and Afia.

Boluogo relaxed, but then a strange rhythm of footsteps aroused his alertness. The sound came from outside the door to the inside, and a person he had not seen for a long time appeared in front of him.

"Are you all ready?"

Lebius, who had been missing for a long time, appeared again. He glanced at the crowd with a burning gaze.