Endless Debt

Opening the door, the familiar, slightly crowded living room came into view. Video tapes were scattered on the floor, and pizza boxes were dumped aside... Except for some chaos, everything in the room was in line with the memory of when Boluogo left. Seeing this, He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Wosilin controlled her emotions well and did not fight with Palmer in her own home.

After briefly cleaning up, Bologg sat down where Palmer had been sitting before, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, allowing his spirit to relax a little. As for Palmer, Bologg didn't bother to care. His life or death.

"The Gate of Origin."

Boluogo muttered in a low voice. If his guess was true, and the ether fell from the sky and first contacted and overlapped with the ridges of the mountains, then the many ether vortex points located on the ridges of the mountains could be regarded as the center of all the ethers in the world. source.

Not only that, that area may have produced a distortion of reality, and even opened up a physical channel between the material world and the etheric world.

After figuring this out, Bologo did not feel relaxed. If he had acted a hundred years ago to solve the hidden dangers on the ridge of the mountains, maybe humans could have controlled the rising ether concentration and locked the ether realm that was constantly approaching the material world. distance.

But things are different now. The more and more huge ether passes through the overlapping area and flows into the material world. To use an analogy, the ether itself has "weight". As the concentration of ether in the material world rises, the "weight" of the material world is increasing rapidly. Under this mysterious power, the ordinary world is gradually moving towards the path of extraordinary upgrade.

According to Bologo's simple academic understanding, the etheric world itself has a gravity beyond imagination. In the era when ether was barren, the material world may still have the ability to escape or push away from the etheric world. But as the weight increases, the two worlds An inseparable gravitational force is formed between them, attracting each other.

That's too late.

The increase in the weight of the material world causes its gravitational pull to double. The more so, the faster it increases in weight, and the speed at which it overlaps with the etheric world becomes faster and faster. This is why the concentration of ether has increased in recent years. The reason why the speed is much faster than before.

Under the mutual attraction of weight, the overlapping collision of the two worlds has entered a state of acceleration and is inevitable.

After struggling for a while, Bologg calmed down his anxious heart again, opened the refrigerator, and poured himself a glass of ice-cold orange juice. To divert his attention, Bologg took out a metal cube from the cabinet.

After simply playing with it, a small amount of ether was injected into the metal, and many shiny textures were immediately mapped on the surface of the cube.

It's hard to believe that this metal cube is an alchemical weapon. The alchemical matrix embedded in it is also very simple. The effect is just to make the metal stronger and tougher. This is an ordinary handicraft with no appreciation value. The killer thing about it is that it hurts very much when it hits someone.

To others, this is a mediocre and meaningless alchemical weapon, but in Bologo's hands, it is a toy that can kill time and hone his skills.

"So what if you know these secrets?" Bologg stared at the metal cube and muttered to himself, "If you are too weak, nothing can be changed."

A brilliant glimmer of light lit up in Boluogo's eyes. The extremely aggressive ether directly conquered the alchemical weapon. The texture of the alchemical matrix spread from Boluogo's arm and then covered the metal cube, covering it. Completely wrapped.

At this moment, the metal cube can be regarded as an extension of Boluogo's body.

During this period of time, Bologo has conducted a lot of training and testing on his secret powers. He noticed that after no longer needing to directly touch the target and only relying on the leaked ether to control, his alchemical matrix no longer No longer extends outside the body unless in direct contact with the target.

"Although I can control the target by relying on the leakage of ether, just like the ordinary control school, as long as I touch the target, the alchemy matrix will extend over it and turn it into a part of me, from which I can control other substances. , becomes the control of myself."

Boluogo thought, although the effect is the same, in essence, these are two completely different control methods.

In the former case, Bologo's ether is the invader after all and cannot completely conquer the target, but in the latter case, the target becomes a part of Bologo, without any interfering factors.

Absolute dominion.

Boluogo devoted himself wholeheartedly to the control of the metal cube. Under the "strong" protection, the metal cube directly cracked open without any hindrance, as if the alchemical matrix had disappeared.

"Twisted nature."

Bologo recalled that when he destroyed the flesh plague, he only destroyed the form of the flesh and blood creation, but did not change its essence. Under direct contact, he turned the metal cube into a part of Bologo's body, which instead It can distort its essence and make it lose its "strong" effect.

"Maybe I can try again..."

Boluogo thought to himself, after releasing the secret energy, the metal cube returned to its original appearance again, feeling heavy when picked up.

Stuffing it back into the cabinet, I saw many metal cubes placed in the corner. They have different characteristics according to the labels on them.

In order to facilitate training and testing of his secret powers, Bologo commissioned Aimu to build many similar metal cubes, and he would play with these things whenever he had free time.

With many thoughts lingering in his mind, Boluogo couldn't sit still for a while. Although he had just returned from the Bureau of Order, he decided to return there immediately and go to the Hall of Scholars to chat with Mamo about this related matter.

At least share your conjecture about the Gate of Origin with him. He alone cannot solve the problem even with his brains.

Just as Bologo was about to insert the Key to the Winding Path, the door handle suddenly turned, and then the door was pushed open.

"Bo...Bologo!"

Palmer looked at his partner. He had not seen him for just a few days, but now he actually felt like he was reunited after a long absence. As his emotions surged, Palmer felt his nose was a little sore for a moment.

"ah?"

Bologg had a clear view of Palmer's reaction. Faced with his appearance, Bologg felt a little... disgusting.

"Bologo!"

Seeing his good roommate, Palmer almost cried. He reached out to grab Burlogo and tried to hug him. Burlogo anticipated Palmer's move and stepped back. Let Palmer miss.

"Oh? Boluogo."

As Palmer stepped aside, Vosilin, who was following Palmer, also poked her head out. She did not expect that Boluogo would be at home.

The two looked at each other briefly, and Boluogo accurately saw a trace of disappointment in Vosilin's eyes, as if his existence had hindered her in some way.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Boluogo pretended not to notice and greeted Wosilin.

"Are you going out?"

Palmer still caught Burlogo. He turned his back to Burlogo, his eyes full of desire for survival.

"Well, I have something to do and have to go to the Scholars Hall."

"Is that so?"

Palmer clutched Burlogo's shoulders tightly, his expression contorted with hints of madness.

Bologo thought for a moment, and Bologo came to a conclusion.

"Then I'll leave first and I shouldn't be back until tonight. You two can catch up on old times first."

Burlogo pushed Palmer away ruthlessly. The moment the two separated, tears almost overflowed from the corners of Palmer's eyes.

"No need, Woxilin has been here for several days, and it's no longer a time to catch up."

Palmer did not give up hope and pressed Bologo's shoulders again, "As for work matters, as your partner, we'd better work together."

"It doesn't matter, as the team leader, I can do it alone," Boluogo said with a kind smile, and then forcefully opened Palmer's fingers one by one, "You think so, my dear Team members.”

Palmer was on the verge of swearing.

"Oh, I'll excuse you first."

Vosilin thanked Boluogo for understanding, put on her slippers, picked up a few handbags, and walked in directly.

She opened her handbag, which contained new clothes she bought for Palmer. As early as the day she arrived, she had inspected Palmer's wardrobe. It was simply...unsightly.

Palmer's wardrobe was like a huge dirty clothes basket, with clothes piled together haphazardly and a lot of balls of socks. In addition to these problems, Vosilin was also deeply suspicious of Palmer's taste.

As the heir to the Clerks family, not only are the clothes handmade by craftsmen, but they should also have a certain taste. However, apart from the Bureau of Order uniforms, Palmer's clothes are either printed with band prints or various other items. There are a few movie collaborations that are not so flashy, and they are also solid colors, and they are so tattered that Palmer is reluctant to throw them away.

Wosselin can understand Palmer's hobbies, but she feels that Palmer should also pay attention to his identity besides his hobbies.

"Bologo, you have to take me away."

Seeing Vosilin packing her things, Palmer came close to Boluogo's ear and spoke in a very low voice.

"What's wrong?" Boluogo pretended not to know anything. "Wosilin looks normal. It's not as scary as you said."

"You have no idea, she's all just pretending!"

Palmer glanced at Vosilin, then looked at Bologo nervously, "She's so good at acting!"

"Have it?"

Boluogo turned around and met Woxilin's eyes. Woxilin smiled at Boluogo and then tidied up the messy living room.

Well...she can clean up the living room, which is much better than Palmer.

Boluogo looked at Palmer and suddenly laughed. Seeing Boluogo's smile, Palmer's heart sank.

"Don't...Bologo."

Palmer tried to control Burlogo, but he was clearly unable to hold him back.

"See you tonight, Palmer."

Bologo smiled at Palmer, opened the door and left.

The door slammed shut, and the echoing sound echoed in Palmer's ears like the hammer of a judge's trial.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and Palmer turned his head stiffly. After Boluogo left, Vosilin and Palmer were alone again, and she simply stopped pretending.

With a sly smile on her face, she held Palmer's head in her arms, and her gentle comfort and suffocating chokehold were all within Wosilin's thoughts.

"What did you whisper to him just now?"

"nothing."

Palmer shook his head vigorously, scolding Boluogo in his heart.

No matter what Palmer and others say, it's hard for everyone to believe that Vosilin, who seems so aloof, would do such extreme things to herself. In fact, sometimes Palmer himself can't believe it.

Palmer often wanted to expose Vosilin's disguise, but this guy was too vigilant. Only when he was alone with him would he turn into a flash flood, which drowned Palmer until he almost suffocated.

Woxilin took a deep look at Palmer and let go of him, "Okay, I'll trust you once."

Sitting on the sofa, Wosilin patted the cushion next to her. Palmer wisely walked over and sat next to Vosilin.

The cool aroma lingered on the tip of her nose, and in the corner of her vision, Vosilin's beautiful face came into her eyes. She raised her slender thigh and pressed it unceremoniously on Palmer's leg.

Others might have imagined it, but when Palmer thought about the guy next to him, who could throw himself several meters away while laughing wildly, Palmer had no thoughts at all. He just prayed that Wo Xilin would not act like this again. Tie yourself up in a strange way.

"Speaking of which, do you have any recommendations?" Wosilin asked.

"What do you mean?"

Palmer was extremely uneasy.

"Movie."

Woxilin pointed to the shelf she had just organized, on which a large number of video tapes were neatly placed.

"I haven't seen many movies yet. Do you have any recommendations for a newcomer like me?"

When talking about his hobbies, Palmer became less nervous and talked more.

"Oh oh oh, well, I think we can watch some family comedies first."

Palmer pushed away Wosilin's legs, walked quickly to the shelf, carefully selected several video tapes and placed them in front of Wosilin for her to choose.

Woxilin also carefully screened and selected this one.

"Hold on!"

"Okay," Wosselin didn't know what Palmer was going to do, so she got up and went to his bedroom, "I just happened to change some clothes, this one is too restrictive."

Staying perfect is not an easy task.

Watching a movie is a very ritualistic thing. Palmer dug out a few bags of potato chips and poured two more glasses of orange juice. He drew the curtains and the room became dark.

Sitting back on the sofa, the smile on Palmer's face gradually disappeared.

"Wait a minute, what am I doing?" Palmer realized later.

Before Palmer could figure out what he was feeling, Vosilin also changed her clothes and walked out of his room. Palmer looked at Vosilin as if he had seen a ghost.

Woxilin put on Palmer's clothes, a pure black short-sleeved shirt with the band's print on the chest. She looked down.

"Do you like this band very much? Everything in your wardrobe has this pattern."

Palmer nodded stiffly.

Vosilin asked again, "Is it interesting?"

"Not bad... Do you want to know more about it?" When talking about his hobbies, Palmer couldn't control his missionary behavior.

"Of course, aren't I already understanding?"

Vosilin said as she picked up a bag of potato chips, tore open the package and ate it.

Palmer stared blankly at Vosilin, thinking that others would not believe that Vosilin had that sick side, nor would they believe that Vosilin, who always demanded perfection from herself, would have such a casual side.

No one would believe it, because this was a side that only Palmer could understand.