Endless Debt

As the dinner ended, people in the banquet hall left one after another. Everyone made no secret of their identity as condensers. Some people left at high speed with the help of ether amplification, some directly jumped into the air and transformed into birds and beasts, and some Push open the door of the winding path and disappear into nothingness.

Looking at this scene, Boluogo had to admit that the popularization of extraordinary power had indeed changed everyone's life. In the banquet hall, which was gradually becoming deserted, only a few people were still here, carrying out the final ceremony. farewell.

"Where have you been?"

Palmer came closer and asked softly.

"I went out for a walk, what's the matter?" Boluogo replied.

"Weren't we attacked? Weren't we monitored?" Palmer's expression looked slightly nervous, and he kept rubbing his lucky dice in his palms. "To be honest, Boluogo, since you just came back, I have been sitting still. Uneasy, I feel like something bad is going to happen."

Palmer's nerves were tense. He had been unlucky for a long time. He had almost integrated this gift into his instinct. At this moment, Palmer clearly sensed that there was some kind of crisis lurking around him... It sounded like It's nonsense. This is a group of secrets. How can there be no crisis?

Boluogo remained calm and patted Palmer on the shoulder, "Don't worry, no one here will kill you, at least it won't be that easy."

Everyone in the Bureau of Order stayed in the banquet hall, waiting for Nathaniel's unified arrangements. Except for the special character of Boluogo, no one would act alone to give the group of secrets a chance.

While comforting, Olivia's voice sounded in Boluogo's mind.

"Is this bastard your partner?"

"Why, you know each other."

Olivia laughed angrily, "Of course I do, I even know his name, Bologo Klex."

Boluogo was confused, "What?"

"You're kidding," Olivia said seriously, "He is Palmer, the heir to the Clerks family."

"You are already considered a legend among many forces, so as your partner, it will be difficult for Palmer to hide himself."

After experiencing several major extraordinary disasters, Boluogo has become a celebrity. Not only is he notorious among the devils, but he is also famous among many extraordinary forces.

The price of becoming famous is that more and more eyes are falling on Boluogo. Although the Bureau of Order maintains a high degree of confidentiality, some basic information about Boluogo will inevitably be leaked, such as his partner. configuration.

It is said that many people read Burlogo's files with serious faces, trying to find his weaknesses, but when they saw Palmer's files, they smiled cheerfully and relieved, lamenting that there is such a thing as a partner. Sure enough, it's all about balance.

What exactly they meant by balance, Boluogo didn't know, but as long as he used his brain a little, he could understand that it must be some offensive words... for Palmer.

If one side shines too brightly, the other side will be extremely dim. Boluogo was worried about Palmer's mood, but when he saw his eyes dim, he scratched his belly and sighed, asking himself if he still had any leftovers from last night. When not, Boluogo felt that he was worrying too much.

Palmer had a quality that was very precious and completely unnoticed by others.

Contentment.

He is a person who is easily satisfied. He has no crazy desires or excessive paranoia. He only has a few fanatical hobbies and is very harmless to humans and animals.

In this world where the devil is rampant, Palmer is so reassuring.

"You know? He was just like you, and I met him at that auction. At that time, he called himself Bologo Clax."

Olivia's voice sounded again, and when she flipped through the file and read this part, she realized that she had been tricked by Palmer.

"ah?"

Burlogo's praise for Palmer disappeared, and then he realized where Palmer's uneasiness came from.

Palmer's potential enemy was hiding in his shadow, and the straight-line distance between the two was no more than a few meters. I didn't know whether to lament that Palmer had a keen sense or that he was just unlucky.

"Let's go, everyone, it's time to rest."

Nathaniel stood up and announced to everyone. He adjusted his clothes, with that confident smile still on his face.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Fabien."

Nathaniel said and hugged Fabien gently, and when he was close to his ear, Nathaniel whispered, "Can I treat you as my only friend here?"

"certainly."

Fabien responded softly.

The two separated, and there was an intriguing feeling in Nathaniel's smile. He wanted to say something more, but he didn't say it after all.

"Let's go, we all have to live here for a while." Nathaniel pointed to the umbrella-shaped tower above everyone's head.

"Everyone, please come with us."

The waiters smiled forward and guided the envoys to their rooms. They also introduced Boluogo and others along the way.

"This high tower is called the Diplomatic Tower by us. All diplomatic matters, as well as the daily life of the envoys, are conducted here."

"Do you like buildings like 'towers'?" Bologo asked curiously.

Even the corridors are shaped by many arcs, and most of the walls are hollow, like spider webs, allowing you to peek directly into other areas.

"The tower has extraordinary significance in the culture of the Secret Group," the waiter answered skillfully. It seemed that many people had asked the same question, "The tower represents an upward force, moving towards higher The advancement of classes is like the Tower of Babel in mythology.”

"In mythology, people believe that by building the Tower of Babel, they can step into the Kingdom of Heaven and transform from a mortal into a god," said Boluogo.

"The transformation of a mortal into a god is a sense of upward power, isn't it?" The waiter continued, "The height of the tower also represents the importance of its status to a large extent."

Boluogo secretly noticed that this important information point could be used to distinguish the importance of the building, but then Boluogo gave up the idea.

There is only one important building in the Hidden Land, and it is also the tallest tower.

The Holy Hub.

"This is your room."

The waiter led Boluogo to a white wall. The material of the wall was still an alchemical material similar to plastic. Boluogo was not sure whether it contained other secrets.

"This?" Boluogo looked at the blank wall and asked doubtfully.

"Please release your ether."

Boluogo did not resist, and the ether was slowly released from his body and integrated into the wall. Then a clear door crack appeared on the wall, and then the door opened.

"This reminds me of Kenshi," Burlogo murmured.

"Most of the buildings in the Hidden Land are based on the operation method of the Kenshi," the waiter explained aptly. "It's just that the Kenshi is too complicated, so we can only imitate some superficial features and use its randomly changed characteristics. In a small place like this.”

"Okay, I know."

When he entered the room, the waiter did not follow him. He just stayed outside the door, bowed to Boluogo, and turned to leave.

The door of the room was closed, cutting off the disturbance from the outside world, and only Boluogo was left in the darkness.

Suddenly, Boluogo felt isolated from the world, which not only made Boluogo completely relaxed, but also made him feel a little uneasy.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Boluogo faced a floor-to-ceiling window. From here, he could directly overlook the towers. The Aurora Road ran through them, and little dim lights reflected on the ground.

"Aren't you going to leave?" Bologo asked.

The shadow began to squirm, and Olivia rose from the shadow as if emerging from under the water.

"Leave? Where?"

Boluogo rubbed his forehead, and then he realized one thing, he might have to be in the same room with Olivia.

"Where were you staying before?"

"Shadows, all kinds of shadows," Olivia added, "Keeping the secret energy activated at all times, although it does not consume much ether, is a test of energy."

Boluogo refused to give up and continued, "You, me, this room?"

Olivia didn't say a word and sat down against the corner. If her scarlet eyes weren't so beautiful, it would have been difficult for Boluogo to distinguish her from the shadows.

"Serre will kill me," Boluogo thought for a moment and added, "Aimu too."

"Who is Amu?"

"My girlfriend, don't you know?"

"Why should I know about your girlfriend."

"I thought that when you investigated me, you would investigate everything, such as social networks and kinship relationships."

Olivia shook her head and said helplessly, "I work alone, and I can only outsource intelligence matters."

"Oh...damn mammon."

Boluogo cursed. Except for the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce in Mamen, no one should be able to sell his information or have the ability to sell it.

"What are you going to do tonight?" Olivia asked.

"Do nothing. It's only the first night. The other three dukes who haven't shown up yet must be wary of us."

Boluogo hugged Grudge into his arms, moved his body, and curled up against the sofa.

"What are you doing?" A voice came from the shadows.

"Find a comfortable position to sleep in," Bologo said.

"Don't you sleep in the bed?"

"No."

"Why? Are you wary of me?"

"The wariness is part of it, and the other part is... I'm not used to being in a room with people."

It was a fact that every time Palmer entered Burlogo's bedroom, within three minutes Burlogo would kick him out. For Boluogo, the bedroom is his haven and his pure land.

"What about...and that Amu?" Olivia tried to pronounce her name.

Boluogo thought about it carefully and shook his head, "No."

The room became quiet, and he thought Olivia had finally become honest. Suddenly, Boluogo felt someone sitting on the sofa. He turned his head and saw Olivia with her feet on the sofa and her butt sitting on the back of the sofa. Go up and look at yourself condescendingly.

The dim light hit Olivia's body, reflecting the snow-white skin under the hazy black gauze. She lowered her head and got close to Boluogo, her scarlet eyes very close.

Olivia seemed to have discovered something interesting, and she asked, "Bologo, you didn't even give her a kiss, did you?"

Boluogo thought through his mind quickly and nodded, "No, what's wrong?"

Olivia held her stomach and laughed uncontrollably.

"It turns out that the famous Bologo actually looks like this?"

Borlog felt that she was laughing at him, but he didn't know why.

Suddenly, Olivia slid off the back of the sofa and sat directly next to Boluogo, leaning closely against him. Her breath was so close that Boluogo could smell the lingering fragrance again. A trace of blood.