Endless Debt

It was already late at night. At this time, Manan should be sleeping, but now he was not sleepy at all.

Wearing gray pajamas and a nightcap on his head, he didn't even have time to change and hurriedly walked in the corridor of the hotel.

The King's Secret Sword was defeated in the Secret War seven years ago, but they still have some influence on the city, and the city is not completely out of control.

"Damn, damn..."

Manan muttered, he was rarely so urgent, but a few minutes ago, an urgent piece of information was delivered, which really made it difficult for him to stay calm.

Stopping in front of a door, he adjusted his breathing, tried to stay calm, knocked on the door, and then stepped inside.

The window was open, and the evening breeze flowed into the room, lifting the curtains and making the temperature inside the room a bit cooler.

The man was sitting by the window sill, wearing casual clothes. Everything was normal except for the long sword on his waist.

For a man, this sword never leaves his body, even if he is at home late at night.

On the black leather scabbard, a complicated vine pattern is outlined with silver wire, and a faint floating light swims on it, with some light particles like dust.

The man's hand flicked on the silver cross sword grid, and his fingers kept rubbing the cold metal. His movements were casual but he seemed to be able to draw the sword at any time.

This sword seems ordinary, but for men, it has extremely important meaning.

This is the "Secret Sword" given by King Chogardr.

Not every king's secret sword will own such a secret sword. Only those condensers recognized by the royal family will receive a secret sword as a reward.

This represents their identity, and it also means that they serve the royal family of Kogardel directly. They are the king's sharp blade hidden in the shadows and wielding towards the otherworldly world.

The man's back was turned to Ma Nan. He was not sleeping at this time. He was looking out the window deeply, silent, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

The room was dark, with only the night light on the bedside emitting a faint light. With the help of this dim light, Manan could barely see what the room looked like. Several body bags were erected along the corners, extending into the deep darkness. .

Ma Nan couldn't help but shudder. Every time he saw these body bags, he felt a cold feeling that penetrated his bones.

Ma Nan felt that this period of working with men was the most difficult time for him.

"Manan, every time I see this city, I feel that it is full of magic...a magic that attracts us to invest everything in it."

The man spoke before Ma Nan, but when he opened his mouth, he said something that Ma Nan couldn't understand.

"I still remember the scene when I evacuated here seven years ago. I was not even a condenser at that time, just an ordinary soldier. I don't know why, but when I left this city, I actually felt a huge sense of sadness. "

The man was puzzled. Over the years, he often recalled that day, but after all, he couldn't come up with an answer.

"This is not my hometown. I should have no sense of belonging here. As for a frustrated sense of honor? I don't think I have that kind of thing."

Stretching out his hand, he tried to hold the city.

"But it is so fascinating that I have always dreamed about its appearance for so many years..."

"Stop sighing, Thorndike, something is wrong."

Manan strode over, but Thorndike ignored him, his face still showing his obsession with this city.

He has become accustomed to this. Since the Secret War was defeated and the King's Secret Sword was forced to withdraw from Opos, many people have suffered from this strange symptom, as if the shame of defeat has been twisted and turned into a feeling of hatred. The possessiveness of a city.

Complex emotions and different purposes, as well as the historical disputes during the fall of the Holy City, too many emotions and purposes were mixed into it, making the King's Secret Sword's desire for this city even more distorted.

The King's Secret Sword is eager to fight another secret war and recapture this city of oaths. Every year, there are such calls in the King's Secret Sword.

There are also some extreme fanatics who say they want to enter the "reclamation room" again and take back the body of Silin Kogardel. As the youngest "Glorious One" in the history of King's Secret Sword, he is very influential in King's Secret Sword, and even in the hearts of some people, he is like a real god.

"A few hours ago, the Bureau of Order raided the 'Anthropic' factory. Everyone inside was dead, including David and Bill, and the goods were not transferred in time," Manan said.

"I know," Thorndike pointed to the radio beside the bed. "The news broadcast said that an explosion occurred in a factory on the dock and caused a collapse. The cause is still under investigation."

"What should we do? The Bureau of Order has noticed all this," Manan asked anxiously. "Although you may be angry after hearing this, you must know that this city is indeed under the control of the Bureau of Order." among.”

Thorndike's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he hid it well, and there was no need to be angry with Manan.

"The loss is a lot, but it's still acceptable. I met David once before. Since then, the 'human-loving' goods have begun to be transferred. Only a part of the goods are left with David. Most of the goods, I If your guess is correct, it should be being transported to the station."

The situation was better than expected, Thorndike arranged everything well.

Hearing these words, Ma Nan's frown relaxed a lot. He took a long breath and said, "Fortunately, the target was reached."

"Yes, fortunately we have reached the target. I don't know what the higher ups need to do with so many souls."

Thorndike shook his head in confusion. After the Secret War, he was promoted to a Sublime Master. Since then, he has been active in the confrontation with the Bureau of Order. However, he never expected that a strange order was issued not long ago.

Collecting souls, collecting souls by any means, is a job that is extremely unfamiliar to Thorndike, so he had to find the group of mercenaries and use his "human addiction" to collect souls.

"Fortunately, everything is coming to an end, and we are expected to get on the train and leave Opos tomorrow night," Thorndike said.

"Train?" Manan was stunned. "Isn't this the same as what I said before? Isn't it going to arrive at the Freeport along the Rhine River and return by sea?"

"That was the plan for Homophilia. The real plan was to get off the railway," Thorndike said.

"You never trusted those people?"

"Never, our actions must be kept strictly confidential. Only the dead can keep secrets."

Thorndike said indifferently, "I never thought about letting them survive from the beginning, including David. It's just a difference in the order of death."

The extremely cruel words came out of his mouth. It's no wonder that he was called a "ghoul", like a heartless monster that greedily devoured warm blood and flesh.

"It's just that David died like this, which really surprised me. He was quite dedicated to his work..." Thorndike pondered for a few seconds, and then asked, "Where is Kedening? He is still alive, I remember him. There’s a show tonight.”

"He was still alive, but he disappeared after the show. Our people went to his house and found no trace of him. He was missing." Manan was a little uneasy. "He may have been attacked."

Thorndike squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking about. After a while, he said.

"Maybe Kedening defected."

"What?"

"Essentially, Kedening is the leader of 'Human-loving'. Although I dislike him very much, I have to admit that as a mercenary, he still has some merits. Maybe he has noticed something."

It occurred to Thorndike that, although unlikely, it was something worth noting.

"Perhaps David betrayed us and warned Kedening... Forget it, this kind of thing is not important. They will be of no use anyway."

Thorndike waved his hand casually, stood up slowly, walked into the darkness, stretched out his hand and brushed the standing body bags.

"However, Kedening still has some uses."

Thorndike turned to look at Manan and ordered him.

"Inform the 'Long Sword Team' to cooperate with our actions tomorrow night and disrupt the Operations Team of the Bureau of Order until we safely evacuate Opos. Information on the release of Kedening should be released immediately. The Bureau of Order cannot be left idle."

"If the team is sent out, who will protect us? The rest are just pretending to attack on the edge of Opos. They cannot go deep into the city to assist us. There is only this team in the city now," Manan retorted, "In this case , just you and me, and some soldiers to escort this train?”

"Isn't that enough?" Thorndike asked.

"I'm just an ordinary person. I'm not one of you Condensers. In this case, only you, the Condenser, will escort the train. If something unexpected happens..."

"There is no accident, Manan, I am enough."

Thorndike stood between them with his back to the erected body bag, his sword raised.

"Don't forget, I am recognized."

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