Endless Debt

In the early morning, the hazy sunlight shines into the room through the curtains. Bologe opens his eyes. After relaxing for a while, he sits up from the bed, makes breakfast, washes, and gets dressed... Even though today is a day off, Bologe's life matters It still fits perfectly, like a machine that runs precisely.

Opening the curtains in the living room, bright sunlight poured into the room instantly. For a moment, Boluogo couldn't open his eyes. After a while, he sat on the sofa with a dinner plate. There was another bag on the coffee table. After breakfast, a few minutes later, the bedroom door was pushed open forcefully, and Palmer rushed into the toilet with a depressed look.

Palmer is adjusting his schedule. In addition to gulping down things like melatonin at night, he will also drink a few sips of water so that when morning comes, he will be forced to turn on his phone in bed due to the physiological discomfort of his bladder. .

He has been living like this for a while, and Palmer's daily routine has improved visibly. The only thing he needs to worry about is that his urinary system may have some problems, but Boluogo feels that as a As a person in power, Palmer should not be so vulnerable.

The bearer of power... Yes, a month ago, while Bologg, Holt, and many others were having a heated fight in the Abandoned Land, Palmer was peacefully undergoing the promotion ceremony in the sublimation furnace core.

Palmer's bad luck worked, and there were no accidents in the whole process. He was promoted smoothly and successfully. In subsequent observations, his performance was also extremely good. The only thing that could be considered abnormal was, It was Palmer who consumed a lot of calories during the ceremony. Afterwards, he ate three consecutive meals for one person before he was full.

In this regard, Bologo can't help but lament Palmer's good luck.

After a fierce sound of water flowing, a long and soothing sigh sounded. Palmer pushed the door open, staggered, and fell on the other end of the sofa.

His body was awake, but his mind was still hazy.

Boluogo was used to such a schedule. He put the scrambled eggs into the bread slices and bit off a corner.

Palmer woke up leisurely, sat up straight, picked up the breakfast that Boluogo had prepared for him, and ate it without ceremony.

In the silence, only the sound of two people chewing was left.

After a while, Palmer asked, "What are your plans today?"

"Get out there, take a walk, not much else," Bologo said.

"Sounds like a retired old man..."

"Actually, in terms of age, I am indeed a retired man," Boluogo swallowed the food and asked, "What about you? I'm on vacation, you shouldn't be, right?"

In order to commend the staff for their brave fighting in the abandoned land, the Order Bureau held a brief commendation meeting shortly after the operation, followed by the distribution of bonuses and holiday arrangements.

Without affecting the dominance of the Bureau of Order, the various action groups involved in the operation began taking rotational vacations. Logically speaking, as a member of the special operations group, Palmer should enjoy this treatment even though he had done nothing.

"Damn Vonn."

Palmer called his father by his first name without politeness, leaned back, and fell directly into the sofa.

When Vonn emerged from the abandoned place covered in blood, he found that his eldest son had eaten three separate meals in a row and was belching.

That was really frustrating.

To put it simply, Palmer was recruited by his father. As the regent surfaced, the huge disobedient royal court was also watching. As the number one Night Clan killer family, even without the call of the decision-making room, the Clerks family was still Actively participated in a series of actions.

Strong winds poured out from the wind source highlands and swept through the territory of the Rhine League, which greatly eased the pressure on the Bureau of Order. In addition to the Clerks family, many extraordinary families who maintained close ties with the Bureau of Order also chose to invest. In this craze.

There were no hints of war in the decision-making room, but everyone knew it was coming, and many staffers privately described this period as unsettling.

The eve of war.

After complaining, Palmer picked up the remaining half piece of bread, wiped the jam off the plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "You participated in the Scorch Wrath. As a veteran, if it is true If a war breaks out, how big do you think it will be?"

After hearing this question, Boluogo thought deeply. He did not answer immediately, but threw a newspaper to Palmer.

"The philosophy of the Bureau of Order has always been to isolate the transcendent from the earthly world, but you and I both know that the Ninghua was born based on the earthly world. Our food, clothing, housing, transportation, military research, and logistics maintenance... all need to be carried out by earthly mortals.

In my opinion, the Sublime Ones are not special, they are not some kind of 'nobles' that are above mortals like the Night Clan.

Sublime warriors are soldiers, just like the army, navy, and air force. Sublime warriors are just a more special type of arms. "

Boluogo sighed helplessly, "The concept of isolation between the extraordinary and the earthly world implemented by the Order Bureau is indeed a good idea in peacetime. Everyone goes about their own way without interfering with each other, but in wartime, this falsehood The isolation will collapse in an instant.”

Palmer listened quietly. It was only when he talked about this distant story that he realized that Boluogo was a ghost who traveled through time.

"War is ruthless. It will not spare anyone. No one can stay out of it."

Palmer looked at the newspaper in his hand. The headlines were full of politicians attacking each other. He frowned. You must know that there are not so many sharp contents in ordinary newspapers, and these contents are not limited to the Rhine League, but also Lots of content from the Chogadel Empire.

"War is a simple yet complex thing. Its essence is a means to achieve an end."

Boluogo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the hurried pedestrians walking on the street. "Some people think it doesn't matter, and some people think they can stay out of it, but in fact they have been in the war from the beginning, they just didn't notice it."

"I guess some ordinary people with a keen sense of smell have noticed that something is wrong with the world's atmosphere." Boluogo smiled, but his smile was extremely stiff.

"That sounds really bad..."

Once the war breaks out, Palmer estimates that he won't be able to watch new movies for a while. Maybe his favorite rock band will be blown to pieces in an air raid, or maybe he himself will die in the scorched earth.

"Is this what happened during the Scorch Fury?" Palmer couldn't help but ask.

"my hometown……"

As soon as Bologe started talking, some disturbing memories came back, but this time Bologe faced them head-on.

"I wanted to go back to my hometown to see them before, but I can't find them on the map. I guess they were probably razed to the ground in the Scorch Fury."

It was said that he was recalling the Redwood Town, but the destruction of Raymond Gayton also appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes.

A month later, Boluogo still didn't know how to deal with this emotion, which was both unfamiliar and frightening.

"Don't worry too much, Palmer. Even if a full-scale war breaks out, it shouldn't last too long, at least it won't last for several years like the Scorched Earth Fury."

Boluogo consoled him, "The Sublime Ones are terrifying enough. As long as the opponent's Sublime Ones are eliminated, half of the war will be won."

"There will no longer be long trenches, nor will there be months-long tug-of-war, and there will not be so many people mobilized and killed. There will only be a desperate struggle between the condensers."

Thinking of this, Boluogo was unexpectedly optimistic about the future war situation.

"This will be a war for the few."