Endless Debt

"So...that's how it ends?"

"No, not yet. In terms of priority, opening the secret passage to the Holy City is the most important. As for the forge volcano and so on, there will be plenty of time to recover later."

"In other words, you will have to go to that ghost place after a while?"

"Absolutely. According to the data, the virtual realm of the Holy City is much scarier than the ruins area."

"That's natural. This is King Solomon's palace...and now it's his tomb? What a good name for a tomb robber."

Boluogo picked up the fries and dipped them in some ketchup. He turned his body and leaned to the side. "Let's not talk about my future work. It's better to talk about you."

"Me? I have nothing to talk about."

Palmer took a big gulp of wine and looked through the comic book with slightly confused eyes.

"How are you preparing for your promotion ceremony?"

"Everything is almost complete. As long as I drink the alchemy potion for a few more days, my physical condition will almost be adjusted to a perfect state."

When he mentioned this, Palmer closed the comic book and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Bologg asked, "Are there any difficulties with the promotion ceremony? Do you need my help?"

Since Boluogo successfully explored the etheric realm, huge equipment has been erected one after another in the "garden" created by Mamo. In Mamo's words, the number of times Boluogo can be promoted in his life is limited, but There are always those who condense and will be promoted.

Mamo has been trying to let Bologo participate in the promotion ceremony of the Sublimation One, trying to synchronize Bologo's will with the promotion ceremony. When he completed the sublimation of his soul, Bologo borrowed his credentials, Dive into the ether.

"Me? I don't want to be your experiment."

Palmer shook his head vigorously, and then said with a depressed look, "I just suddenly feel like I have grown up."

Boluogo said, "Grown up? I thought you were used to this kind of growth after you fully accepted Woxilin."

"No, no, no, the feeling of 'growing up' can be divided into many types. For me, Woxilin is like a...a...kind of emotional growth. I am no longer a twisted person. He is not Ba’s child, but he has to be responsible for another person’s life.”

Palmer took another swig and burped loudly.

"And the growth brought about by the promotion ceremony is another feeling."

"for example?"

"For example...for example, what was our previous job? It was just to maintain law and order, beat up local gangsters, and so on. To be more serious, it was to deal with extraordinary conflicts and so on."

Palmer paused and continued, "As our power grows, we will also face increasingly critical events, and these events will involve many things."

Boluogo asked, "From an unknown boy to a big shot who dominates the city and even the world?"

"Absolutely, but I'm not that proud. I feel that if I become a person with power, I will be like a big shot," Palmer sighed. "I just suddenly feel very tired. As we advance up the ranks, we have to face The incident is no longer as simple as endangering a street or a city.

This will involve regional, national, and even world-level crises. "

As he spoke, Palmer lay completely on the bar, put his hands into his hair, and made his hairstyle into a chicken coop.

"Every move I make will determine the life or death of many people. I don't even know those people. Just thinking about it makes me feel tired. I miss the days when I was just maintaining law and order."

"Responsibility, Palmer, this is... hmm? Social responsibility." Burlogo patted Palmer on the shoulder.

"Probably," Palmer tilted his head, "What about you? Boluogo, don't you feel no pressure?"

In Palmer's eyes, Borogo is like an iron man. He almost never shows his vulnerable side and always has a tough attitude. Many times, Palmer almost forgets that this guy is also soft flesh. It's done.

"Of course I'm also stressed."

Boluogo nodded, "But I know that other than overcoming this kind of thing myself, there is nothing others can do for me."

"So you like to keep silent and hide all your troubles," Palmer smiled, "Bologo, you are a bit like...a bit, oh! I remembered it!"

Palmer concluded, "Sassy, ​​huh?"

Boluogo said helplessly, "I would rather you use restrained to describe me."

"Be restrained, be restrained, won't you get sick from holding it in?"

"Kind of, so I blow off steam at work."

"No wonder you are a violent maniac."

There were only two of them in the Undead Club, the conversation gradually became quieter, and the atmosphere seemed particularly lonely.

"How was his work these days when I was away?" Bologo tried to find some topics to talk about.

"who?"

The alcohol had poisoned Palmer's nerves, and without a clear name, Palmer had no idea who Burlogo was referring to.

"York, that priest, the intern we left in Greystone Town, is he okay?" Bologo explained patiently.

After the Greystone Town incident, after careful consideration, Bologg finally chose to let York join the special operations team as an intern.

Just because of his busy work, after Boluogo explained these things, he participated in the infiltration operation in the ruins area. He did not have time to understand the follow-up of the matter.

"Oh oh oh, York."

Palmer raised his head from the bar. He blinked hard and tried to remember. After about half a minute, he slowly spoke.

"York's identity is somewhat special, not to mention that in this time period with the rise of the Night Clan, his identity has become more sensitive."

Boluogo knew what Palmer was referring to. York was a Night Clan, and it was very likely that he had received the blood of the Regent.

For the Night Clan, blood has many strange abilities.

Due to York's identity, the Bureau of Order is very worried that he will be influenced by the Regent and become an unstable factor that will explode one day in the future.

For this reason, York could only exist as an intern for a long time, and his understanding of the Bureau of Order was also strictly controlled.

On the one hand, the Order Bureau is afraid that York will be used by the Regent. On the other hand, the Order Bureau also wants to use York to see if it can detect traces of the Regent.

After all, the regent appeared directly in Oath City Opos last time and even had a fight with Boluogo.

"But all that aside, he's doing a pretty good job."

In the days when Boluogo was away, Palmer was responsible for the affairs related to York. "With his prestige, it is not difficult to manage Greystone Town, and what he has to do is the same as usual, to be wary of all unscrupulous people." Well-intentioned stranger.”

Palmer thought for a moment and said, "The only thing that bothers me is the chain."

"Brings of thorns and painful chains?"

"Well, after some research, Sublimation Core returned the contract object to York. Although it is York's weapon, I always feel uneasy," Palmer added, "At least There’s no trouble now.”

The Night Clan and the Orang Rot Sect have become more and more active around the Oath City of Opos. For this reason, the gray stone rift valley that can lead directly to the abandoned land has become a key artery.

On the surface, York is relying on its own influence to build it into a fortress bit by bit. Secretly, the Bureau of Order is also sending a steady stream of forces to reinforce the abandoned place from within.

But all this must be based on ideal conditions.

With Boluogo bringing back Freya and the others, the ruined area returned to the sight of the Bureau of Order. Suddenly, the manpower shortage of the Bureau of Order became more serious. On one side, it was to regain the lost ground, and on the other side, it was to strengthen the defense line. Both It's so important that it makes the staff exhausted.

Fortunately, these have nothing to do with Boluogo and others.

"Any news on Olivia?"

Bologg asked again. While asking, he also glanced at the stairwell. Bologg always felt that as soon as he talked about Olivia, Sere would jump out of the shadows.

"No."

Palmer shook his head, "We conducted several searches but could not find any trace of her."

"She should still be in this city. Now that the Night Clan has risen and the regent has the supreme power, this is the only place that can protect her," Boluogo said and glanced at the stairwell again, "Only here, there is Someone willing to protect her.”

Palmer knew that Bologo meant something, but when he thought about the guy who had high hopes for him, it was difficult for Palmer to have high hopes for him.

"Oh, by the way, one more thing, Boluogo."

Palmer remembered a big thing, but it was so unimportant compared to many other things at the moment that he almost forgot about it.

Under Boluogo's doubtful gaze, Palmer said, "Shortly after you sneaked into the ruins area, news came from the Crow's Nest that a rebellion occurred in the Kogadel Empire."

"Rebellion?"

Boluogo didn't think this matter was serious. During the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the Kogadel Empire forcefully integrated the broken territories and ruled the scattered forces with absolute force, although they had a high degree of concentration. Will, but the internal power is full of differences.

Rebellion is not a rare thing in the Kogadel Empire. It will occur almost every once in a while, and will be suppressed by the King's Secret Sword.

On the contrary, there is the Rhine League. This has been a slightly loose alliance from the beginning. Only excessive external pressure will unite them. Even after the Bureau of Order was born, within the Rhine League, there are still There are many external forces, such as the secret organizations formed by these independent forces.

Although it does not have as high a concentration of power as the Kogadel Empire, at least the territory of the Rhine League is very stable, and all parties maintain a certain tacit understanding.

"This rebellion is different from the previous rebellions," Palmer said. "Crow's Nest discovered traces of the King's Shield Guards in this rebellion."

Boluogo's eyes immediately became serious, "Has Xilin finally lost his patience?"

"Crow's Nest speculates that this is just the beginning."

Palmer felt a headache when he thought about the chaotic future, "Remember those Silver Knights?"

Boluogo nodded. Those knight puppets had caused Boluogo a lot of trouble.

"During the rebellion, the figures of these Silver Knights appeared again," Palmer continued. "That is to say, the third seat who disappeared during the Decay Plague incident was not dead. He joined Xilin."

"It sounds like these things are good for us," Bologo said. "Silin has returned to the Kogardel Empire to fight against the corrupt royal power."

"Yes, at least for a period of time, the Kogadel Empire will not hinder us. We will have time and energy to deal with the rise of the Night Tribe."

Palmer sighed and couldn't help but said, "The year of turmoil is coming, Bologo, aren't you afraid?"

"No, have you forgotten? I have already experienced such a turbulent year once."

Boluogo smiled and responded, "No matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, right?"

"This is not necessarily true," Palmer said. "Now that the Alchemy Matrix has been iterated so many times, the intensity of the war is no longer comparable to what it was a few decades ago."

"The same is true for me," Boluogo said optimistically. "I was just a mortal at that time, but now I am an immortal and a person with power. I can do too many things."

Palmer didn't know how to answer Boluogo's words for a while. Finally, he said a little depressed, "Oh, I am different from people like you. I have no ambitions and no strong desires. I have to say that I If I have any strong desire, I just want to live a stable life."

"I don't even understand what the point of getting that much power is." Palmer was confused.

"You need to change your mind to understand all this, Palmer." Bologg leaned over gently and put his arm around Palmer's shoulders. "Troubleful years are inevitable, that is to say, in a short period of time, , you can no longer live a stable life."

"But as long as you have enough power."

Bologo said, clenching his fist in front of Palmer's eyes, "As long as you have the strength, you can end the turbulent years as soon as possible and live the life you want."

"My thoughts are a bit extreme. I believe that whether it is a lofty ideal or a mediocre wish, the premise of everything is that you must have the force and absolute force to defend it all."

Boluogo said, "As long as you have enough force, you will be like a powerful force, shrouding the heads of the world, like a hanging sword, arbitrating disputes. If you are still undead, under your rule, the world may Will be used for eternal peace.”

Palmer's eyes were a little dull, and then his body shook violently as if he had caught a cold.

"Wow, Burlogo, your speech is really villainous." Palmer said, opening the comic book and revealing the villain page.

Boluogo said nonchalantly, "They are all already debtors. I never thought that I would be a decent person."

"Don't think about that. If lofty ideas like 'for all mankind' make you unmotivated, then lower your spirits."

Boluogo said softly, "For Wosilin, how about it?"

Palmer lay down again, and after a long time, he sighed helplessly.

Boluogo just sat aside and smiled. He knew that there were not many paranoid guys like him. The people who really made up this world were people like Palmer, ordinary people with no lofty ambitions or strong desires.