Endless Debt

The welcome banquet of the Secret Group was held normally, and the whole process was uneventful without any accidents. However, except for Fabien and Osana, no senior members of the Secret Group appeared. As for the Council of Sages, they only existed in in words.

Nathaniel did not express dissatisfaction with this. In his opinion, this negotiation would be a difficult and fierce battle. He had plenty of time to kill with the secret group. What's more, he also needed a certain amount of time to let Bo Logo and Palmer, two hounds with keen senses of smell, went to search for the conspiracy hidden in the hidden soil.

As for the fourth group led by Holt, they were more like bait, attracting the attention of Fabien and others.

"Holt, I remember you."

At the banquet, Fabien toasted to Holt, "the youngest defender who has high hopes from the Bureau of Order."

Holt kept smiling, "Compared to the Holy Trial of the Secret Group, this is nothing to me."

When mentioning the Holy Trial, Holt glanced at Osana. She was a bit younger than Holt. She was also a defender and inherited the title of Duke of Rhapsody.

It can be known that Osana must have undergone the Holy Trial. Holt also suspected that Osana may have accepted the Holy Trial earlier than the six-year-old age known to the Bureau of Order.

Information is lagging, and no one knows whether the Secret Group has made any more crazy moves in the past few years for the sake of the supremacy of the Condenser.

While several people were testing each other, Burlogo and Palmer sat in the corner of the banquet hall. Neither of them was very good at socializing, so they just ate and drank and talked as little as possible.

"This place is just like heaven on earth."

While eating, Palmer looked up and looked up. The elegant arc propped up the dome of the banquet hall, and the milky white paint gave it a sense of purity and softness.

"What do you think this building is made of?" Palmer asked.

"Looks like plastic."

As a demolition expert, Bologo is also curious about this special building material. Its texture is soft and full of toughness.

"you sure?"

"How is it possible? I'm just making an analogy. Plastic can't support such a building," Boluogo analyzed. "It should be some kind of special alchemy material. Look at the Aurora Road."

Following Boluogo's instructions, Palmer put down his knife and fork and looked up at the ethereal aurora that poked out directly from the wall above the dome.

The Aurora Road not only floats over the hidden land, but also penetrates into the buildings. It seems to be everywhere, supplying energy to every land it touches.

"These ethers can pass directly through the building, literally. I guess this material should have many tiny holes, just like the wall is full of circuits, which can allow the ether to travel freely and minimize losses. , allowing ether to be transported between buildings.”

"How did you know?" As soon as Palmer asked, he showed a shocked expression and whispered, "Did you secretly take apart a piece?"

Palmer knows Bologo's secret power very well.

"How could it be? I'm not that reckless. I'm just observing." Bologg shook his head. "Now, I have a very keen sense of the ether."

Bologo was not joking about this. After being promoted to a defender, Bologo had successfully mastered the power of the extreme realm and could improve his Tai Chi skills to the limit.

After fully mastering the extreme realm and ether amplification, the next thing Bologe mastered was ether perception. It was not difficult for Bologe to upgrade this ultimate skill to the extreme level.

Boluogo's tendency is infinitely sharp, and he is very good at the precise control of ether. He is very good at training ether perception.

"I also speculate that the so-called ether reactor in the Holy Hub may be similar to the situation in Raymond Gayton."

"You mean an overlapping point?" Palmer looked nervous.

"No, I don't think the Secret Group has the ability to create an overlapping point," Boluogo looked around. "Their ether technology is closer to the basic science type, which transforms the world based on basic construction, rather than Solomon. Like Wang, he is obsessed with pursuing the truth."

"So I guess that the core of the ether reactor should be an ether vortex point," Boluogo continued. "While the ether is converging to strengthen the ether vortex point, the group of secrets is constantly pulling out ether from it. Energy supplies the entire city, one ebbs and flows, the other ebbs and flows, achieving a delicate balance.”

"Wow."

Palmer sighed and stuffed meat into his mouth silently. He vomited out what he had eaten in the morning at Post No. 46. He had not eaten much after running around all day. He was really hungry.

Boluogo drank the remaining water in the glass, moved his chair and stood up.

"What do you want to do?"

"When you go out for a walk, no matter how much you see, you will only see what they want you to see." Boluogo fastened the buttons between his collars. "I want to see this city with my own eyes."

Palmer looked around nervously. There were guards standing guard at the entrance and exit of the banquet hall, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, just treat it as a test for the group of secrets."

Boluogo suddenly asked again, "Do you smell blood?"

Palmer sniffed hard and shook his head blankly.

Seeing this, Boluogo walked out. Seeing his indomitable attitude, he had no intention of taking Palmer with him.

Palmer sat where he was, wondering whether he should follow Bologg. Others also noticed Bologg's movements. Fabien's eyes were calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Nathaniel seemed to be watching. Looking at Boluogo, he looked at Fabien from the corner of his eyes to see how he would react.

In the singing and dancing room of the banquet, an invisible game was quietly going on.

Boluogo came to the exit. He paused deliberately. The two guards looked at each other. After hesitating for a moment, they chose to let go.

Under everyone's gaze, Boluogo walked out in a swaggering manner.

"It seems like we still have something to talk about?" Nathaniel asked.

"This is a paradise on earth. The Council of Sages does not want to join the war or be invaded by the war," Fabien said.

"But this will be a war that will decide the fate of the world, and no one can stay out of it."

Fabien was silent for a while. His eyes were unfocused, as if he was looking into the distance or in a daze. After a long time, he sighed.

"Don't be like this, Nathaniel. Not everyone has the same lofty ideals as you. We just want to live peacefully."

"Live peacefully until the last person in the Bureau of Order is killed. Then you will step out of the shadows and declare to everyone your idea of ​​the supremacy of the Condenser?"

Nathaniel forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed it in large gulps, making undisguised chewing sounds.

"Stop pretending, Fabien, we are old friends. I know exactly what you are thinking. You talk about wanting peace, but it is just that our fists are bigger than yours, and you can only get peace."

Nathaniel sarcastically said, "If the Bureau of Order disappears one day, you will definitely become a crazier war maniac than us. Let me guess what you are going to do? First enslave the countries? Then make some treaty, Distinguish the condensed ones from the mortals.”

Fabien looked livid and said nothing.

Nathaniel had a soft smile on his face, but his tone was extremely tough, "I understand your thoughts too well, and because I understand them so well, you must give me a clear answer."

Fabien murmured, "A clear answer...we can only have one answer, right?"

"certainly."

Nathaniel made no secret of his strength, "During the Secret War, the Bureau of Order did not care what you thought because the situation was not that serious at that time.

But now it's completely different. We are about to fight a war that will determine the fate of the world. The Bureau of Order does not allow any deviation, not even for you, and will not tolerate the slightest bit. "

Fabien fell silent again. He had been silent too many times today. Suddenly, he laughed hoarsely.

"Nethaniel... Nethaniel..." He called out this intimidating name, "I really don't understand, even if I become the Duke of Rhapsody, the herald, become extremely noble, and stand above all others, I can't understand it. I will still become so embarrassed in front of you."

Fabien asked seriously, "Is this war really so critical?"

Although the two of them were loyal to different camps, Fabien understood that his old friend could make him so strong and important. Fabien couldn't help but take the war that was approaching in great strides seriously.

"What do you think?"

Nathaniel put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Old friend, I can be an envoy here to negotiate, or I can be an army to destroy this place. Whatever the outcome, you know what to do."

"I need to speak with the Council of Sages again."

"Okay, but I won't give you too much time," Nathaniel said. "The war in the Kogadel Empire has been ignited, and soon it will burn to the narrow countries, and then the Rhine League."

"Oh, no, the war within the Rhine League has been ignited," Nathaniel looked carefully at Fabien's eyes, "Those disgusting Night Tribes are everywhere."

The confrontation in the banquet hall continued, and Boluogo escaped from the disturbing whirlpool and came outside the banquet hall. He stood on the observation deck and looked towards the hidden land.

As the sun sets, the light on the central tower has dissipated, but darkness has not enveloped the city. The Aurora Road is like a shining giant snake, swimming between the towers.

Bologg looked down. On the ground, he could see criss-crossing streets, with vehicles and pedestrians passing by in a hurry. Seeing these, Bologg felt a little relieved. At least there were some common sense that Bologg was familiar with. .

Then Boluogo sniffed the air hard, and the familiar smell of blood reappeared, as if only Boluogo could detect its existence, and this bloody smell was like a fishhook, catching Boluogo. .

Boluogo followed the direction of the blood smell and looked deeper into the shadows.