Endless Debt

Boluogo has killed many people in his life, but rarely loves anyone. To Boluogo, the word love is as unfamiliar as the other side of the distant world, something he has never thought of or expected.

He was like a rebellious child in adolescence. He felt that he was the savior chosen by heaven, the retribution for punishing the wicked, and the evil spirit pursuing blood revenge, but he had never thought about this thing that was close to reality and close to him.

When something like this happened, Boluogo only felt a sense of panic and surprise, followed by a little fear.

Boluogo has become accustomed to this kind of life, putting knives into other people's bodies, or being stabbed through the chest by other people's knives. He is accustomed to such cruel days. Even if he endures them for ten years in one breath, it will not be enough for him. Just a short gap.

But this thing is different, it's so different.

This reminded Bologo of the story Cinderella once told.

Boluogo is like the whale living in the deep sea. He has been drifting in the cold and deep ocean all his life. The so-called land is just an elusive and forbidden land for him. As for the high mountains, it is even more... It's unimaginable.

Now, Boluogo, the whale, was thrown into the mountains by Aimu. Facing the strange scene around him, Boluogo's heart was filled with strange emotions.

Bologg was frightened by this terrible change, but he was happy at the same time... It was incredible. Bologg thought that he would be insulated from it for the rest of his life...

"Huh?" Aimu looked at Boluogo's completely stunned expression and asked, "Do you want to say something?"

"I……"

Boluogo couldn't say a complete sentence. His appearance made Aimu laugh, and Aimu almost leaned back with laughter.

"You're so stupid."

Aimu covered her mouth and smiled. This was the first time she saw Boluogo like this. His expression was completely frozen and his eyes were dull.

Boluogo wanted to defend something, "No, I... I just..."

"It's not what?" Aimu suddenly approached again, "Huh? Tell me."

Boluogo's words were stuck in his throat, and Aimu took advantage of the victory. At this moment, Aimu regained the feeling of teasing Boluogo. It felt good to regain the initiative. This made Aimu feel a sense of full control and desire. The desire to win.

"You want to defend but you can't, and you refuse to accept this reality... Boluogo, this guy is so stubborn."

Aimu raised his hand and put it on Boluogo's shoulder, and said softly, "You're not shy anymore, are you?"

Bologo struggled to control his facial expression.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen you shy before," Aimu became curious, "Are you really shy?"

Boluogo had a straight face and stiffly shook his head.

Seeing Boluogo's appearance, Aimu suddenly had an inexplicable impulse. She wanted to rub Boluogo's face hard, make his hair into a chicken nest, and break Boluogo's inexplicable... reserved.

"It's really not easy. You would actually talk to me about this kind of thing. I thought an iron man like you wouldn't have troubles and internal friction."

The topic was finally back under control, and Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief. He said, "I am not a pure iron man, at least my heart is still soft."

"Then why don't you talk to Palmer about this? Is his condition also in bad condition? What about Sere? He knows a lot, has experienced a lot, and is an immortal like you. "

Aimu shot back, "Why not tell them, but me?"

"Am I different?"

The finishing move appears.

Boluogo felt like he was suffocating. Aimu was like a deer, jumping around the beached whale, and occasionally nudged him with his horns. There was no escape for Borogo.

"you……"

Bologg thought about how to explain the specialness of Aimu, and then he suddenly realized that Aimu was special... Bologg had never thought of such a thing before, it was like acting instinctively, and Never thought about why this is the case.

He was so engrossed in his work that he neglected many things, many good things.

"Bologo?"

Aimu called Bolog's name again, and Bolog looked at him instinctively and responded, "What's wrong?"

A little warmth came from Boluogo's forehead. Only then did Boluogo realize that Aimu had raised her hand and pressed it on her forehead. She looked at him with a smile, as if she was trying to play a prank.

"Bologo, are you cold?"

"ah?"

Aimu narrowed his eyes, and a glimmer of light floated in his eyes, "During the time we were talking, your heart rate increased a lot, as did your respiratory rate, and so did your body temperature. If you didn't have cold hands and a cold, you would be... …”

"Okay, okay, stop for a moment."

Boluogo couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he kept a straight face and pretended to be calm, Aimu could still analyze his various performances, and even said that she could activate secret powers to peer into his heart.

Too bad, Bologg once again felt the powerlessness from Aimu. She was like a cunning wild cat. Sometimes she would nuzzle you affectionately, and sometimes she would bite you hard and then run away. .

"Stop for what?" Aimu looked harmless, "Are we doing anything?"

Boluogo turned his head away and rubbed his face vigorously, as if he was trying to break a thin layer of ice that had solidified on his face.

After all, this kind of thing is still too unfamiliar to him. Boluogo is not good at it at all, so he was fooled around by Amu.

When Boluogo gathered his mood and prepared to fight Aimu for 300 rounds, showing his heroic appearance as a professional, Aimu suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to ask for something from Boluogo.

"Um?"

"What are you talking about? Where are the things?"

"what?"

"Weapons that were lost."

"Oh oh oh."

At this time, Boluogo remembered that his main goal in finding Aimu was to entrust Aimu to repair these alchemical weapons that were affected by the plague of decay. If possible, Boluogo also hoped that Aimu could use this to strengthen them.

But now it seems that such a request is a bit forced on Aimu. Now that her work is so busy, adding more workload to her will only tire her out.

"Why is it so bad again? Didn't I just repair it?"

Aimu took over the Phantom Dagger, which was the most severely damaged alchemical weapon in the battle at Mist Abyss Fortress.

Burlogo whispered, "I'm sorry."

Aimu played with the phantom dagger and looked at Boluogo with a bit of disgust. For an alchemist, alchemy weapons are pieces of art that need careful maintenance. But in Boluogo's hands, they are as good as Consumables are just as cheap.

Boluogo's newly surged momentum slumped again when Aimu changed the topic. After all, he was indeed in the wrong on this point, and at this time Boluogo had not realized that Aimu used this method to once again Suppressed myself.

"Where's the reward?"

"remuneration?"

Aimu put away the phantom dagger and said, "I can't keep working for you for free. This is the first time."

"I thought……"

"What do you think? You think I can work for free?"

Aimu covered his mouth slightly, looking surprised and sad, "Oh my god, what am I in your eyes? Free labor?"

This time Aimu pretended to be too fake. It might be her intention to lure the enemy deeper.

Boluogo was almost knocked unconscious and said loudly, "Be normal!"

"Alright alright."

Aimu put away her expression and waved her hands, but from her eyes, Boluogo could still see a bit of disdain, as if she was too weak and could not resist so easily.

Bologna had a headache.

"What about the reward?" Aimu persisted, "I charge a lot of money."

"How much do you need?" Bologo added, "I have a lot of savings."

Boluogo's daily expenses are very small. He has three daily meals in the cafeteria of the Bureau of Order. The only entertainment activities are also held in the Undead Club, and as a member, he naturally does not have to pay for it.

The only big expenses he had were rent and the purchase of DVDs, but even so, Palmer shared part of it for him.

So in his third year of work, Boluogo accumulated a considerable fortune.

"You have enough money to pay the down payment," Palmer said after knowing it. "As for the loan, it is even easier. You are an immortal anyway, so you can pay it back slowly."

Boluogo had no intention of buying a house. Not to mention the nature of his profession and whether it would lead to enemies knocking on the door. The terrible situation in Oath City Opos alone made it unsuitable for any investment action.

Anyway, there are beds in the Immortal Club, so if that’s not possible, just stay there.

"Um……"

Aimu thought for a while, and his tone suddenly became stronger, "Do you think I am the kind of layman who can be moved by money?"

"ah?"

Boluogo's mind was completely confused. Just when he was trying to clear his mind, Aimu suddenly stood up.

"That's it for now. I'll help you fix this thing. As for the reward, I'll figure it out later."

She didn't give Boluoge any chance to speak, and then waved her hand to Boluogo, "Go back to work, let's go!"

After saying that, Aimu left quickly and disappeared on the observation tower, leaving only Boluogo alone, looking at a loss in the cold wind.

Boluogo's feeling at this moment was extremely strange. It was no longer as simple as being left to dry in the mountains, but not long after he lay down, a group of lively deer stepped on his body and turned over.

The whale turned over and tried to knock down some disturbing deer with a flick of its tail, but when it came to its senses, they had already disappeared into the dense forest.

Boluoge suddenly felt very aggrieved, and he couldn't even hit the cotton with all his strength.

The smile on Aimu's face didn't close until she entered the elevator. She stayed there for a few seconds, then put her head on the corner of the elevator and murmured to herself.

"I...what have I done?"

His mind was so hot that he actually did these things. He knew clearly that he shouldn't do this, but looking at Boluogo's look, Aimu couldn't control himself no matter what.

It's hard not to touch a stray cat as you pass by.

As if to control his emotions, the flesh and blood body was replaced by cold metal, but there was still an unstoppable buzzing sound in Aimu's body. After a few seconds, the machine cracked, and hot steam spurted out instantly, filling the elevator. between.

When the elevator arrived at the sublimation furnace core, the elevator door opened, and Aimu walked out of the surging mist. This shocked several passing researchers. While they thought Aimu's appearance was very handsome, they also wondered whether the elevator was out of control. Something went wrong.

It's really strange. Logically speaking, this kind of problem wouldn't happen in the Kenshi.

…

Palmer is a noisy guy, like a child who is afraid of being alone. He will turn on the lights in the living room, play loud music, or turn on the TV, and there will be no peace for a moment.

When Bologg returned home with mixed emotions, the house was dark and extremely quiet. The noisy Palmer was not at home. Bologg guessed that he should be in the practice room, training day and night. .

Boluogo had no idea of ​​dissuading Palmer. Now his mind was filled with anger and motivation. What should Palmer do to consume this energy. While he was tired, his violent consciousness would also be temporarily restored. of tranquility.

Forgetting those things that touched his heartstrings, Boluogo sat on the sofa and leaned against the soft cushions. He tried to calm down his heart, but Aimu's words emerged from his mind like a magic spell.

This made Boluogo feel a little ashamed... Maybe he was really as shy and reserved as Aimu said.

Sometimes it is difficult for a person to recognize his true face, and Boluogo needs help from others, just like a mirror, reflecting his true appearance.

A question emerged in Boluogo's mind, why did he resist and defend?

Are those things too unfamiliar to me?

As an expert, Boluogo never dislikes unfamiliar things. As long as he contacts, tries and learns, anything unfamiliar will not be difficult for him.

But this time it's different.

Bologg fell into silence for a long time, until the too quiet atmosphere made Bologg feel a little uncomfortable.

The conversation with Aimu soothed Boluogo's heart, but it also brought more questions. Boluogo thought so and turned on the radio. After waiting for a while, a familiar voice sounded in the darkness.

"Hello listeners! I'm Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

Due to his busy work schedule, Boluogo hadn't heard Dudel's voice for a while. Now that he heard those familiar words, he felt like he was reunited with an old friend.

Dudel's chattering voice drove away the loneliness, and Boluogo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bustling city.

Bologg remembered the last scene recorded in the Eye of Description. Bologg remembered that street and the flower shop.

Previously, Boluogo had been puzzled as to why Church would take the initiative to expose himself.

Destroy the plague of decay and save the city?

This sounds like a good reason, but Bologg feels that the reason is not enough. You must know that Church is just an intelligence officer, and the rule of avoiding direct combat has been engraved in his instinct... This is what Bologg should do. Things to do, not him.

This incomprehension followed the conversation with Aimu, as time went by, and as Boluogo thought about himself, he understood.

Thinking of the flowers that Church had on him when they found him...a small and somewhat ridiculous reason.

In this way, the reason became sufficient. Realizing this, Boluogo even wanted to cheer for Church and praise him for his crazy move.

"You love this city, the people in this city, and you go against your own nature for it."

Boluogo sighed.

"Oh my god..."

Boluogo is a person who considers himself rational, but the so-called love is anti-rational. Boluogo does not like things that are anti-rational, but he does not want to spurn love.

Like a tempting poison, Bologger was helpless in the face of it.

This is the case for everyone, it is unavoidable and will eventually be faced.

If something happens, I will update first.