Endless Debt

"That is to say...this thing appeared here when you came back?"

"Yes, the doors and windows are intact, it's like it appeared out of nowhere."

"Hmm...what do you think this thing is?"

"The Beginning Scroll, King Solomon's Collection."

Jeffrey was full of confusion and couldn't help but turn back to Boluogo and asked, "Then why is it here? Wasn't Raymond Gayton completely destroyed?"

"This situation is complicated. It probably means that the devil and I helped each other," Boluogo said with a complicated expression as he lowered his head to pick up the scattered records and tapes. "I thought he broke the contract, but I didn't expect that he really kept his promise. "

Burlogo added, "It's just a little late."

Start drawing.

Today, this simple and heavy stone slab stands in the center of Boluogo's living room. It not only crushed the coffee table, but also made fine cracks on the ground. The floors were raised, the bookshelves collapsed, and various book collections were scattered. One place.

The most heartbreaking thing for Boluogo was the war sandbox he placed under the coffee table. Now it has been broken together with the coffee table, and the chess pieces are everywhere, mixed with sand.

"In other words, not only did he keep his promise, he also delivered this thing directly to your home..."

Jeffrey looked around the messy living room. He guessed that when the stone slab came down, it caused a lot of movement. The breeze blew past his body. Directly in front of the two of them, the floor-to-ceiling windows that Boluogo loved most were also full of smoke. There was a crack, and the wind penetrated through it, as if a little force would cause it to collapse completely.

"Do you think he did it on purpose?" Jeffrey asked quietly.

"Who knows?" Boluogo sighed, "But he can't send this slate directly to the Bureau of Order. That would be too arrogant."

Burlogo walked to the kitchen, took out a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator, and poured himself a full glass.

After finishing the drink, Boluogo gritted his teeth and said, "He definitely did it on purpose!"

Jeffrey burst into laughter.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the logistics staff arrived at the scene. Everyone wore safety helmets, set up a cordon, and strictly sealed off Bologo's home.

There was a lot of noise downstairs. Police cars were parked at the intersection. Disguised logistics staff further isolated the crowd. Scholars from the Sublimation Furnace Core were on their way, and an action team was working with them.

The Bureau of Order attaches great importance to this stone slab called the Starting Scroll.

Everyone was busy, except for Boluogo, who was sitting on the dusty sofa with a melancholy look on his face. He estimated that this place could no longer be lived in, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back.

Afraid that the things in the refrigerator would go bad, Boluogo simply held the remaining half of the bottle of orange juice in his arms and took a sip from time to time, which seemed a bit like the vicissitudes of life.

"We have evacuated the residents of this building and it is now completely under the control of the Order Bureau."

Jeffrey sat down next to Boluogo, picked up the cup and gestured to Boluogo. Boluogo glanced at him and silently filled the cup for him.

"How did you persuade them to leave?"

"It's very simple, let's just say there is a serious leak in the gas pipe and now the entire building needs to be inspected."

Jeffrey has been working in the logistics department for a long time, and he is all too familiar with similar rhetoric.

"I described the situation as very serious," Jeffrey said as an example. "If we stay here any longer, the whole building may blow up."

"Wow...it's really simple and straightforward."

Boluogo took another sip of orange juice. He felt his stomach was a little bloated, as if he was full from drinking.

"Where will you stay next?"

"We assigned them a hotel, and one day is enough for us to move it," Jeffrey whispered. "The main reason is that we are afraid of attracting the attention and panic of the citizens. Otherwise, if we let the condensers do it, we can just find a few Someone who controls the school can move it away directly. Like you."

As a highly skilled person in charge of the school of control, Bologo's power of control has been so precise that it can be called machine tool finishing. In an emergency, Bologo can even rub rifling by hand and assemble a rifle according to the drawings. It couldn't be easier to go out and carry a heavy stone slab.

"But the required procedures still need to be followed. Scholars will test the stone slab and determine that it is not potentially threatening, and then the containment department will temporarily store it..."

"No no no."

Boluogo interrupted Jeffrey and looked at him with tired eyes.

"I'm asking, where will I live next?"

Before he finished speaking, a crashing sound sounded from the other side of the living room, and Boluogo's beloved floor-to-ceiling window shattered, with crystals falling all over the floor. The cold afternoon wind came out, blowing all over the room.

The noise of machinery came late, and then Boluogo saw a hook rising slowly and looked downstairs. It should be said that it was indeed the logistics department. The efficiency of the action was astonishing. A scholar who sublimated the furnace core. Before they arrived, they pulled a crane and prepared for the next moving work.

Jeffrey thought for a moment and asked cautiously.

"Why don't you... pack your luggage first?"

…

The orange-red sunset spread across the street, and many of the onlookers had dispersed. The flat road was filled with glass shards and gravel, and bright yellow cordons blocked each other's way.

Palmer squatted on the side of the road, surrounded by movie tapes, tapes, records, and books that he had salvaged from the ruins of his living room.

In addition to these things, Palmer took nothing with him, which shows the importance of these things in his heart.

Burlogo sat on the bench behind Palmer, with a small handbag at his feet filled with "souvenirs" from the many events Burlogo had experienced over the years.

Like Palmer, it was something Burlogo only brought from home.

"What is this?" Palmer stood up and sat down next to Boluogo with a look of helplessness on his face. "Has our home been requisitioned?"

"I guess so."

Boluogo moved his neck and looked up at the top.

The scholars have completed the inspection. They covered the slate with a layer of black cloth and wrapped it tightly. A group of logistics staff carefully wrapped it around cables and carried it out bit by bit by a crane.

At this moment, it is hanging in the air, slowly falling towards the truck below. Everyone is on guard, fearing that something will go wrong.

No problems will occur.

With Boluogo here, let alone the slab falling out of control, even if the entire building suddenly collapses, Boluogo can still use his outstanding control ability to forcibly restrain the collapse of the building's frame.

"ah……"

Palmer let out a hoarse, meaningless moan, like a goose being choked.

Boluogo frowned. Palmer was a little too noisy. He should find a way to silence him.

"How does it feel to be promoted to a person of authority?" Bologo tried to find something to talk about.

"It's okay," Palmer was not excited about this. "The change is just that the amount of ether is a little more, the ether strength is a little higher, and by the way, it can control more complex airflows."

"for example?"

"For example, if you give me some time, I can set off a local storm." Palmer's eyes were shining.

"Have you tried it?"

"I tried it once when I returned to the Fengyuan Highlands a few days ago," Palmer said. "As you know, the strong winds there all year round are very suitable for training."

Boluogo nodded gently. After hundreds of years of management by the Klekes family, they have been completely tied to that land. It can be said that the Klekes family is the invisible king of Fengyuan Highlands.

"What about you? Bologo."

Palmer continued to talk as Burlogo was talking. He needed something to distract him from the fact that he was homeless.

"After the destruction of Raymond Gaiton, the order from the decision-making room should have come down, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Basekeeper," Palmer said bluntly, "Everyone speculates that after completing this feat, you will be promoted to basekeeper. Why, didn't the decision-making room issue a similar notice?"

"No."

Boluogo shook his head. Ever since he entered the Order Bureau, Boluogo has been promoted at a rate of about one level a year. In the eyes of others, this promotion speed is frightening, but Boluogo does not have much real experience. Feel.

This may be related to the intensity of Boluogo's work. After all, Boluogo is present in every major event. Let alone the first level of the year, it is not an exaggeration to say that Boluogo can't wait to be promoted to the Glorious One.

Now that the fifth year of his work is about to pass, and Boluogo has played a crucial role in the Raymond Guyton incident, it is normal for everyone to have similar speculations.

"But I guess it's coming soon."

Boluogo changed his voice and murmured while looking at the stone slabs being loaded into the truck.

The engine started, and after a rumble, the truck carrying the slabs disappeared at the end of the road. Also disappearing with it were the field staff hiding in the dark.

Even though Boluogo has said many times that this thing is really just an ordinary slate, and scholars have tested it many times, everyone is still facing a formidable enemy, for fear of any deviation.

After the large force left, only a few people were left at the scene to maintain law and order, and a few people cleaned up the scene, leaving a desolate scene.

"What's next?" Palmer asked. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

"Where else can we go? Jeffrey said that the Logistics Department has assigned us a new dormitory." Bologo rubbed his head tiredly, "We all have to live in the Order Bureau until the renovation of our home is completed. .”

"Oh..." Palmer thought for a moment and then asked, "What will the landlord say?"

This is a vital and serious question.

You know, the house they rent together is not small in size, and the location is great. In a place like Oath City Opos where land is at a premium, the value of this house is far beyond the imagination of ordinary employees.

It seems that Borrowgo and Palmer were not ordinary employees.

"Don't worry about that," Bologo said. "You also know how efficient and professional the logistics department is... They bought our house just an hour ago."

"ha?"

This time it was Palmer who fell silent, and by this time the crowd had almost dispersed. A few pedestrians passed by and looked at the two of them, and then at the things they placed on the ground.

Before a passerby could speak, Palmer snapped, "We're not setting up a stall! These are not for sale!"

The passers-by murmured a few words, and seeing Palmer's fierce look, they pulled their friends and left quickly.

Palmer was cursing as he packed up his collection, packing large and small packages into pieces. Looking at his busy look, Bologo suddenly laughed.

"what are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at this inexplicable current situation," Boluogo sighed, "This is the first time I have fallen into this situation."

Not long ago, Boluogo had just been fighting various evils in the abandoned land, and later he was troubled by the mystery of his own existence. This morning he met the old Dennis, and thought he had solved the knot, but he ended up looking like this when he got home. scene.

From the hero who saved the city to being reduced to the streets, Boluogo was laughed at by this absurd life.

"It feels like we're tenants being kicked out by our landlord, right?" Palmer said.

"It's like a marginalized person wandering around the city with all his belongings," Bologo added.

The two paused and laughed louder for a moment.

People around them looked at them one after another. Seeing the desolate appearance of the two people, they thought they had been hit by reality and went insane, so they immediately stayed away.

The two laughed for a while and moved the large and small bags to the car. Fortunately, although their home was temporarily gone, they at least still had a car.

Palmer got into the driver's seat, and Burlogo got into the passenger seat. Palmer said softly, "Burlogo, it's time for you to learn to drive."

"I can drive," Bologo said.

"No, no, I mean you should get your driver's license." Palmer corrected.

"I have a driver's license."

"It's been out of date for decades!"

"Okay, okay." Boluogo adjusted his seat back and stretched hard.

Palmer inserted the car key and the car started with a rumble, "Well, if you were an immortal, would you have to retake the driver's license test every once in a while in the days to come?"

"Who knows? Maybe the Order Bureau will issue me a permanent driver's license." Boluogo looked out the car window. The sky gradually darkened and became pitch black.

"That's right," Palmer grabbed the steering wheel with both hands. "Maybe in the future, cars won't need people to drive. Maybe they will fly into the sky, just like in the movies."

"If you think about it this way, you are quite enviable as an immortal." Palmer turned his head and said.

"how?"

"You have unlimited time, and there are countless movies and books waiting for you. You can live hundreds or thousands of years later, arrive in the future, and see the world then," Palmer murmured, “It’s really hard to imagine the situation at that time, just like it’s hard for people a hundred years ago to imagine our current life...”

Palmer whispered, "At that time, I was probably dead."

Boluogo sat up and looked at Palmer's lonely look. The atmosphere in the car began to brew and condense...

"Snapped!"

Burlogo raised his hand and gave Palmer a slap, not too hard, not too hard, but just right.

"Are you awake?" Bologg asked.

Palmer was stunned for a moment and said blankly, "Ah."

"Drive, we still have to clean up the house."

Boluogo said, covering his head and sighing in a low voice, "Life is really ridiculous."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang from behind the car. Bologna and Palmer turned their heads together, and saw a piece of broken brick hitting the rear window.

Palmer echoed Burlogo's words, "That's ridiculous."