Endless Debt

Mania, this is used to describe the symptoms of hollow restlessness, but according to the current information, such symptoms are also different between different people. For example, night tribes like Sere, they need blood as a medium. for absorption.

Boluogo began to think that maybe the ability he "absorbed" was also part of his mania. He obtained soul fragments from the demon's corpse, and these soul fragments were used to satisfy his own emptiness. As for Where do they go after they are consumed...

Boluogo felt a headache and couldn't figure it out. Then he realized that all his questions came from the devil.

The devil who made a deal with him and gave him "resurrection from the dead".

As long as he finds the devil, Boluogo believes that all the mysteries will be answered. Maybe Boluogo will also know the reason why he came to this world.

It's a pity that Boluogo can't remember it. Whether it's the content of the transaction or everything related to the devil, he can't remember anything. It's like Boluogo has never experienced it.

Boluogo did not continue to think about it. Such mental internal friction was meaningless, but as Sere said, he had plenty of time to find out all this.

"Have you noticed the difference in yourself? This is normal. Every undead person is considered a person favored by the devil. Sometimes our symptoms will be different accordingly."

Sere explained, "Jeffrey didn't mention this to you, probably because he doesn't know much about it. After all, we are the mysterious undead. A lot of information about the undead was actually compiled by us undead ourselves." of."

"Why didn't you tell me then?" Bologo asked.

"You didn't even ask!" Sere shouted.

Soon the guy showed a cunning expression again and whispered, "The main reason is that Jeffrey was also present at the time. Although the Order Bureau is our dear landlord, we can't tell all the secrets to the landlord, right? "

"Of course, if the landlord asks, we will definitely answer everything, but if he doesn't ask, we will have to pretend not to know."

Sere quibbled.

"Do you know how to find the devil?" Borogo asked abruptly.

Serei was stunned, and it took him a while to react, and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

"I just realized that a lot of my questions came from the devil, the devil that I made a deal with, and if I find him, maybe everything will become clear," Borogo said.

"Hmm...I'm not sure about this. Many times it's the devil who comes to us, not us to the devil. Although there are some rituals that can call the devil, is the devil that is called the one who made the deal with you? There are no guarantees.”

Serre spoke of what he knew about the devil.

"Devils are a group of deceitful and mysterious beings. Thousands of years have passed, and people still know very little about them. Many times they will not appear in person in front of us. They are more of an illusory form, or even various forms. appear in different media and forms.”

"I know that there are relevant records in the Order Bureau. The devil often appears when a person is in a desperate situation. Sometimes it is a phone call, sometimes it is a hallucination in the mind... They will almost never appear in front of you in reality, and When you make a blood contract based on their promise, that is the beginning of disaster."

With that strong desire for knowledge, during his time in the Order Bureau, apart from working, Boluogo also read books and learned about these extraordinary secrets.

"But what is certain is that it will always find you, isn't it? Bolog, you just need to wait patiently." Sere said.

"Wait?" Boluogo took a long breath, "I thought I had learned to wait, but sometimes I still feel anxious."

"It's normal. After all, you are still just a young man."

In Sere's eyes, almost everyone is a young man.

Looking at this absurd guy, Bologo still had difficulty connecting him with the legendary Lord of the Night Tribe, let alone the fact that Threi was the son of the Night King.

"Would you like some wine?" Sere asked.

"No, I have to go to work soon, orange juice will do."

Se Lei was busy behind the bar. From his appearance, it was really hard to tell that he had a noble status, but he seemed to have a sense of enlightenment. All fame and wealth are vain, and the most important thing is to be happy.

Thinking of the scene in the bedroom just now, if judged from this perspective, Serei was indeed living quite happily.

"What about the rest?"

Bologg glanced at the empty club. Compared with the bustle the last time he came, it was much deserted this time. This may be because Bologg came too early.

Judging from the personalities of these undead, most of these guys only wake up in the afternoon.

"sleep."

Sure enough.

"By the way, Boluogo, you came here early in the morning, don't you have to go to work?" Sere asked.

"There is still plenty of time," Bologg glanced at the door, "This place is very close to the Order Bureau, which can save at least more than an hour."

Recalling the turmoil in his stomach just now and thinking about the subsequent commute to work, Boluogo hesitated for a few seconds before speaking again.

"I might often use this road to go to work in the future."

"ha?"

This time, Serei was surprised, but he had no intention of chasing Boluogo away, and instead said.

"Actually, you can live here directly. There are many vacant rooms upstairs," Sere said. "Don't feel embarrassed. This is just for members."

To be honest, Boluogo was tempted for a moment, but after thinking for a moment, he still refused.

"Let's talk about it later. Let me work for a while and then I'll look into moving."

It's not that he feels sorry for the rent that has been paid, but the main reason is that Boluogo still has respect for these idiots. If he lived here, he might be knocked on the door that day and join their carnival, and the reason for the carnival would be certain. That's ridiculous.

"But regarding your question, you can actually ask some people who have actually faced the devil directly." Sere suddenly brought the topic back.

"Who are you thinking of?"

"Hmm, an old guy I've almost forgotten. When you mentioned this, I remembered that in fact, I have never faced the devil directly. Among the people I know, I can relate to those who have truly faced the devil. It’s just him.”

"who?"

"Yaoh."

"Forget it, I'm going to work. See you next time, Sere."

Boluogo waved his hand. He realized that for a guy like Sere, it is best to only have half expectations. He can indeed bring a solution, but whether this solution is feasible is another matter.

Fortunately, everything has indeed made some progress. If you want to know more, it will inevitably involve things like alchemy. These things cannot be learned just by reading books.

The woman's wild laughter couldn't help but sound in his mind. Boluogo had a complicated expression. Now he understood Jeffrey's original words more and more.

Very few people can refuse the sublimation furnace core. If they can refuse, it means that they have not given enough.

After leaving the Undead Club, the Order Bureau is right in front of you. Although you can take the road to the Undead Club in the morning, you still have to walk slowly when you go home at night.

If you live in the Undead Club, the big problem of commuting will be perfectly solved, and it seems that there is no rent, and these undead are all very rich...

Boluogo was caught in a battle of thoughts. When he broke free from his thoughts, he was already standing in front of the Bureau of Order building.

"You came so early today?"

Jeffrey looked at the time and saw that Boluogo had arrived earlier than usual. "I just finished the mission. I thought you would be very tired and would be a little late."

"It's indeed very tiring, but let's rest and wait until the 'human addiction' matter is dealt with."

When it comes to work, Burlogo is a workaholic, a stubborn wild dog that won't let go when it bites.

Palmer complained a lot about this. He often said that Boluogo worked too hard and couldn't relax with him as a partner.

"As an immortal, you have plenty of time to rest. What about me? What about me? I am an ordinary person, and my life span is only so long. Please let me rest more!"

Palmer often howled like this. Recently he even learned a new word called involution, and Boluogo was the biggest sinner who entangled him every day.

Boluogo didn't understand this, and he didn't bother to understand. As an expert, dedication is an extremely important part. Love what you do, which is Boluogo's consistent philosophy.

"Isn't Palmer here yet?"

Boluogo looked around and couldn't find Palmer.

"He must be the last one to come again." Uriel came in, holding two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Maybe I slept to death at home." Boluogo commented.

Lebius behind the desk has no objection to this. For him, as long as he can handle the task well, he doesn't mind if his team member is a lazy dog ​​who is late for work every day.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Bologna and Jeffrey looked at each other. If they guessed correctly, this should be Palmer.

But something wasn't right. Palmer had always been a laid-back guy. Even if he was late, he would take his time. He shouldn't be in such a hurry.

The visitor was so anxious that he pushed open the office door without even knocking.

"Ivan?"

An unexpected person appears.

Ivan had an anxious look on his face. He was a very stable person and rarely showed such emotions. With a document in his hand, he walked directly towards Lebius and slapped the document on the table.

"Urgent information came from the iron sentry this morning. We have found the leader of 'Human-hungry'."

Everyone present looked refreshed, and the one with the most obvious emotional ups and downs was Boluogo. He almost stood up and grabbed Ivan's documents to see who the damn guy was.

"who is he?"

Boluogo tried to control his emotions and asked calmly.

"Kordening Caesar."

Ivan's voice lingered in his ears, his ups and downs of emotions were frozen, and Boluogo repeated it emotionlessly.

"Kodening...Caesar."

He felt that he had heard wrongly, but Boluogo knew that this was impossible.