Endless Debt

"As you know, we have been very busy at work recently. We have been so busy that we sleep in the laboratory and never leave each other."

On the top of the observation tower, Boluogo and Aimu were sitting on the bench. Above their heads was the gradually darkening sky. The deep night sky gradually appeared, and the stars twinkled in the darkness.

Below the two people, there was a sea of ​​rolling clouds. The light from the city reflected a bright red color on the sea of ​​clouds. In the gaps between the clouds, densely packed high-rise buildings were vaguely visible.

Boluogo sat next to Aimu, listening patiently to her complaints, with a smile on his face from time to time to express his greetings.

Aimu seemed to have accumulated work pressure for a long time and complained endlessly.

"I'm better off. The body of steel can prevent me from feeling tired, but senior sister is in a bad situation. She drinks a cup of coffee every two hours, and when she rests, she puts herself in a sleeping bag and stuffs it under the table."

Because of working together, Aimu and Bailey got along more and more harmoniously. Aimu found that at work, his senior sister was still very reliable, but once he left work, in life, Aimu could only I want to stay away from Bailey.

Thinking of this, Aimu hesitated. She recalled that in the laboratory, Bailey opened the sleeping bag with a smile on her face and invited Aimu to sleep with her. She was grateful that the work made Baili exhausted, otherwise Aimu would have almost been dragged down by her. Go in.

It’s better not to talk about these things. Although Bailey’s crazy appearance has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Aimu still feels that as his senior sister, even for the sake of the reputation of the master, he should make up for her to some extent.

Boluogo asked, "You are out now. Is your work over?"

"That's right. We have finished the preliminary work, and now it is the Scholars Hall who is in charge."

Thinking of those old scholars, Aimu only had respect in his heart. When a few people could still be busy and leisurely and joking, those scholars who relied on medicines and machinery to make a living were like flesh-and-blood machines. Apart from low-pitched conversations, Apart from the loud noises and rough breathing, their working atmosphere was eerily quiet and depressing.

At this moment, soft flesh replaced steel. Aimu looked at the scene outside, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then let out a long sigh.

With the attachment of flesh and blood, the feeling of fatigue became more and more intense. If it were not evening but afternoon, Aimu would want to take a lazy nap here in the sun.

Seeing Amu's tired look, Boluogo said, "Did I disturb you?"

"What do you mean?"

Perhaps she was once an alchemy doll, but Aimu doesn't like the cryptic conversations between humans. In those convoluted words, her understanding will always be ambiguous, and then the conversation will go in the opposite direction. .

Therefore, Aimu likes the efficiency of machinery, and his words are so straightforward that he will not guess any wrong ideas.

only……

But even though she felt this way, as she became a real human and integrated into ordinary people's lives, Aimu discovered that this was not absolute. She was also a little obsessed with human beings' implicitness and concealment, which made people The interactions and facts are a bit more unreal and dreamy.

Just like now, according to her own thoughts, Aimu knew exactly what she should say to Boluogo, but the implicitness enveloped her heart, making it difficult for her true thoughts to escape.

"They said you became the team leader?" Aimu brought up another topic to prevent the atmosphere from falling into silence. "It's so fast... You are worthy of being the best newcomer of the year."

If he had heard Amu's words before, Boluogo might have been a little proud, but now he only felt bitter in his heart.

"Yes, I became the team leader," Boluogo murmured, "I still have an unreal feeling."

In the field department, the highest position that every field employee can reach is to become a team leader. For many people, this is something that takes more than ten years to achieve, but it only took Boluogo three years. Only years.

Bologg knew that he couldn't compare like this. Compared with ordinary field staff, he had too many special features. The immortal, the chosen one...it was these identities that made Bologg qualified to assume this position.

From the beginning to the end, Boluogo was sober and did not let his pride swallow up his reason, but he still could not stop the strange pressure from covering his mind.

"Did something happen?"

Seeing Boluogo's depressed look, Amu felt uneasy in his heart.

"There's a lot going on...many, many things."

The sky turned completely dark, and the bright moon hung high in the sky. Boluogo quietly told Aimu about the experience of his first operation. He told almost the whole story, only concealing the information about the Xilin suicide bombing. The attack on the Kenshi.

This is the truth of the secret war, a devil's conspiracy.

Boluogo didn't know what kind of shock he would cause within the Bureau of Order by telling such a fact. He needed to meet the public. No matter how much he disliked the monster, Boluogo still had to admit that this kind of At this time, he needs the wisdom of everyone, the past directors of the Order Bureau, and all the heroes.

After listening to Boluogo's story, Aimu's tired consciousness became energetic again. She whispered the name in a low voice, "Church..."

Then Aimu realized something, "Where's Palmer? Is he okay?"

The appearance of his partner appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes, "Palmer..."

"Palmer needs help," Aimu said.

Boluogo hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "No, he will take care of it."

It's not that Boluogo doesn't want to help Palmer and give him comfort, but Boluogo knows very well that Palmer doesn't need this kind of thing, even though Palmer always seems to make people suspicious of him. Whether his mental age and intelligence are sound, but Boluogo understands the nature of Palmer very well, and he is even more aware of what Palmer is thinking in this situation.

"Palmer doesn't need my comfort, he knows who will give him peace."

Burlogo went on to say, "I've been through something similar to this, and I know what Palmer is thinking. In addition to the peace she gives him, he needs some time."

"Need a moment to calm down?"

"No."

Boluogo denied Amu's words, "I mean, he needs some time to hone his skills, polish the sharp dagger, find the enemy who hurt Church, and then slit his throat with his own hands."

Aimu was silent for a while. Boluogo had vaguely mentioned something about Adele to her, and then Aimu asked in an extremely complicated tone.

"You were... like this at that time?"

"Absolutely," Boluogo thought for a moment, "maybe a little more extreme."

Aimu's expression became more complicated. She knew that this was a serious matter. She was not qualified to judge Boluogo and Palmer, but she still felt that it was a bit crazy.

"You may think this is abnormal, or even a little perverted, but there is nothing you can do about it. People in our profession are always accompanied by death. If you say there is no psychological problem, it is impossible... to be precise , if a person dances with death every day and he does not have psychological problems, then the matter itself is already very twisted."

Bologg tried to explain his life and work to Aimu. Although Aimu often acted with Bologg, most of the time, Aimu was only responsible for assisting and providing strength.

Judging according to the law, Boluogo was the mastermind of the murder and Aimu was just an accessory. If the defense lawyer was good enough, Aimu could be regarded as being coerced.

"We need some channels to vent the twisted anger in our hearts," Bologo continued. "Breaking the enemy's limbs and listening to their wails is a very good way to relieve stress."

Aimu didn't know what to say at all.

Boluogo took a long breath. He knew that his words were a little too distorted, but once the chat box opened, he couldn't help but expose the most cruel thoughts in his heart.

Thinking of this, Boluogo suddenly realized something. He looked in the distant direction and whispered in a very low voice.

"My revenge is not over yet."

In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a pillar of light rising from the ground. It was far beyond the end of the horizon, located in the Kogadel Empire. It was the headquarters of the King's Secret Sword and one of the behemoths that had entrenched itself on the continent in the past hundred years.

In Borogo's night of revenge, although he stopped the train from leaving Opos and killed Thorndike with his own hands, the power given by the tyrant still did not end. A pillar of light symbolizing the revengeful enemy was located at the far end. , that is a place that Boluogo cannot reach.

When the first ray of morning light came, the enemy's beam of light merged into the light and disappeared.

It disappeared, but Bologo still remembered it all.

If there is anything more terrifying than a dedicated Avenger, it is only when that Avenger is immortal.

Bologg gently rubbed his cuffs, and the silver snake made of snake scales wrapped around his wrist. The cold metal touch made Bologg feel an inexplicable sense of security.

After letting out a deep breath and the desire for revenge, Boluoge felt a burst of fatigue, followed by a pallor in his heart.

Boluoge vaguely understood what everyone said. Revenge is indeed a raging fire, but the fire will eventually go out, but the light will not. It will remain immortal together with the blazing sun.

Borogo needs something like the sun.

"Aimu..."

Boluogo suddenly spoke, as if he had removed all his defenses, Boluogo said quietly.

"I feel tired."