Endless Debt

This was not the first time Olivia came to this dark alley, but her mood at this time was completely different from the last time she came here, with complicated meanings.

She hesitated at the door for a long time. After a long psychological struggle, Olivia took a step forward, knocked gently on the door, and stepped into the darkness.

The strong aroma of wine greets you, as if all-night parties are often held here. The alcohol has soaked into the wood and cannot be wiped off. The room is extremely quiet, as if the place has closed down and is deserted.

Olivia stood in the Undead Club, looking around, her expression full of vigilance and her spirit tense. Her fingers slipped silently into the shadows, and she tightened her grip on the dagger given to her by Sere.

Sere is a coward, but he is different. He must not be as cowardly as him.

So here comes Olivia, with firm eyes and murderous intent.

It's a pity that Olivia finally armed her heart and prepared for a big battle, but there was no one in the undead club, so her heavy fist hit nothing.

After being stunned for a moment, Olivia sat in front of the bar. There was no bartender or anyone else. There was only Olivia herself. As she thought about it, the rising anger gradually extinguished, and the heavy armor faded from her heart.

Olivia looked at this strange club. Since the end of the Dawn War, her father, Sere, spent a long time here.

I don't understand... I don't understand at all.

Even though the relationship between Sere and Olivia is not close, in Olivia's memory, Sere still occupied most of her childhood. For this reason, Olivia knows very well what Sere is like. people.

The prodigal son was uninhibited and wandered around the world. Except for his mother, no one seemed to have really restrained him... Olivia once naively thought that she would become an anchor and restrain Sere.

Will not.

Olivia originally thought that after this, Sere would go back to the wandering life of the past, wandering in the arms of various women, spending time in the world with straightforward savage emotions and materialistic secret wine, drifting in the world. Among the countries, it is like a visible but intangible legend...

No one expected that Sere would never become what he used to be. He hid in the Undead Club. He looked like an old man. He had completely lost the spirit of his youth and was just mumbling about retirement. nonsense.

Since then, Olivia has rarely heard about Sere.

Smelling the aroma of wine in the air, looking at the collection cabinet filled with various cups, and then looking at the wall filled with wine bottles...

"What are you thinking about?"

A soft female voice interrupted Olivia's thoughts. She looked warily at the shadows on one side, only to see a slender black cat walking out of the shadows. It jumped onto the bar counter skillfully, and sat on Olivia's side. He sat down dignifiedly in front of him, with his tail wrapped around his body, like a barrier protecting himself.

"Olivia, I know you," Black Cat said, "You can call me Veer. I am an undead and a member of this club."

Olivia is very wary. She has been drifting in the outside world for decades and has experienced betrayal again and again. It is difficult for her to directly trust others.

"Don't be nervous, I'm retired and I won't hurt you," Weier said, licking her cat's paw, "Besides, you are still Sere's child."

"Sere's child?"

Olivia smiled disdainfully, and now that she heard this title, she only felt it was ironic.

"Bode! We have a guest!"

Suddenly, Weier shouted loudly, which made Olivia, who had relaxed slightly, become nervous again. There was a sound in the darkness, like a pile of bones colliding with each other, and then a tall skeleton appeared from the darkness.

He walked slowly behind the bar and greeted Olivia in a friendly manner. If there was still flesh and blood on his face, Olivia would see a friendly smile.

"Hello, I am Bode. Like him, I am an undead member here."

Bode said, picking up the wine glass and asking, "What do you want to drink?"

Olivia was silent for a moment. She thought she would be criticized, but she didn't expect that these people were unexpectedly kind and wiped out all the words Olivia had prepared.

"Water, just water."

Olivia felt extremely tired. Boluogo and others returned from the Hidden Land and felt particularly relaxed and comfortable. But Olivia was different. She had no concept of home a long time ago.

"So what are you thinking about?" Weier approached Olivia, "You look very sad."

"I...I was thinking about something very boring."

Olivia looked at Weier's soft down, and she suddenly realized that Sere's time with them might be longer than the time he spent with her, and even the sincerity of his emotions was the same.

"I'm wondering what kind of life Sere leads here..."

Weier accurately commented, "It's a corrupt life."

"More or less, he sleeps most of the time during the day, and goes out at night to indulge in various nightclubs in Oath City Opos. However, as the excitement threshold continues to increase, Sere has recently changed from a spectator to an actor." Bode Added on the side.

"actor?"

Olivia frowned. Although she didn't understand things like nightclubs, this didn't stop her from noticing the disgust in Bode's words.

"Yes, he has recently become obsessed with pole dancing, and it is said that he is very good at it," Weier praised, "but we haven't seen it yet... no one wants to see that kind of thing."

Olivia's brows almost knitted together. It seemed that Sere's retirement life was more varied than she imagined.

"Speaking of which, are you concerned about him?" Weier asked.

"Just curious," Olivia said, "curious about what he was doing while I was crawling around outside."

Weier fell into an awkward silence, when Bode said in time, "What do you want to do here? Are you looking for Sere?"

"Pretty much," Olivia said. "I've been trying my best to avoid meeting him. I'm afraid I'll do something out of control."

Thinking of this, the deadly dagger slipped silently from Olivia's cuff, its sharp cold light flashing continuously.

"It fits the father-daughter relationship I expected."

Weier was not nervous at all, and even gloated a little, while Bode was more direct, letting out a hoarse, rumbling laugh.

"Where is he now?" Olivia asked.

"Most of the time he is still sleeping. This rebellion against the royal court has caused quite a lot of trouble. He has been avoiding the limelight."

As soon as Weier finished speaking, a sound of footsteps sounded from the stairwell, and a guy with disheveled hair and smell of alcohol came out. He had a slipper on one foot, nothing on the other foot, and his pajamas were too big. The floor was open and the buttons were buttoned in the wrong position.

It's hard to imagine how much alcohol he poured into himself before he could sleep peacefully. He sat down next to Olivia and said.

"Here's a hangover, Bode."

Sere rubbed his sore eyes vigorously and looked at the stranger beside him in a daze, "Oh? There are guests today. Are they friends of Boluogo?"

After looking at her carefully, Sere laughed like a lunatic, "Oh, you look like Olivia."

The murderous gaze pierced Sere's body, and the stranger in front of her remained silent. Under the hazy black gauze, her blurry face became clearer and clearer, until it was as sharp as a blade.

"oh……"

Sere woke up from the wine, and said with a blank mind, "Good morning... Good morning, Olivia."

Olivia picked up the dagger and slashed across Sere's throat.

Bode and Weier screamed one after another.