Endless Debt

Boluogo pushed the door open and entered, and the familiar layout of the office came into view. Although he had not been away for a long time, Boluogo felt like he had reunited after a long absence, as if he had gone home, and his heart was full of peace.

"Hey, everyone, I'm back."

Boluogo stood at the door and greeted everyone with a smile, "I'm sorry, there are no specialties in the Land of Eternal Night, so I can only leave empty-handed."

Lebius behind the desk raised his head. He was a cold-blooded guy. Palmer once thought he had facial paralysis and could hardly give any obvious expression feedback to anything outside.

But this time, Lebius's face overflowed with uncontrollable excitement and joy. He could still maintain a certain degree of seriousness, but the other person couldn't do it at all. When he saw Boluogo coming back, he put down the newspaper and almost got up from the sofa. jumped up.

"Bologo!"

Jeffrey hugged Boluogo, holding his shoulders with both hands, as if examining a toy, looking up and down, looking at him repeatedly.

Bologo is now in good condition, his hair is neatly combed, his face is clean and flawless, his clothes are branded and decent, and they still have the imprint of the Clerks family on them. This dress was brought back by Boluogo from the Clerks' house. After all, the logistics staff would not specially bring a few changes of clothes to Boluogo.

Uriel, who was sitting next to him, also stood up with a slight smile on her face. She did not express her emotions directly like Jeffrey, but her eyes when looking at Boluogo were also full of celebration.

Boluogo was pressed on the chair, Jeffrey stood beside him, and Lebius also put down the work at hand, and his eyes fell on him, as if he was undergoing a torture.

Jeffrey sighed from the bottom of his heart, "I really didn't expect that you would become a Glorious One just like that?"

After the incident in the Land of Eternal Night, Holt and other injured people returned to the Bureau of Order first and went to the border sanatorium for treatment. Bologo stayed where he was, and together with the follow-up troops, carried out rounds of cleaning of the Land of Eternal Night. .

At the same time, in these short few days, the information about the Land of Eternal Night was also transmitted back to the Bureau of Order one by one. Not much information was disclosed to the grassroots staff, but senior staff like Lebius, in addition to the Ether World Apart from the disputes between the inner demons, they already understood the general story.

"The news spreads so fast," Boluogo said with a smile, "I also want to give you a surprise?"

"Surprise or shock is more like it."

Jeffrey squeezed Burrowgo's shoulder hard. A few years ago, Burrowgo did this job, but now the roles have been reversed.

"It's a pity that Holt," Jeffrey said with a false face, "His title of 'Youngest Glory' only lasted a few months."

The youngest Glory One can actually be understood as the one with the most advanced alchemical matrix and the most powerful Glory One.

"How does it feel to be a Glorious One?"

Lebius said, no matter how calm and steady he is, he still yearns for this supreme existence.

Boluogo said relaxedly, "I don't feel anything. I feel like I am no different from ordinary people."

"How is that possible," Jeffrey said, "You are not only the strongest Glory One, you are also an immortal Glory One."

One bizarre title after another popped out of Jeffrey's mouth.

Boluogo smiled and shook his head. He didn't care about these titles. Boluogo is a person with very low desires. He does not need any luxury villa. He only needs a bedroom where he can sleep and a living room where he can watch movies. He wears standard work uniforms and eats and drinks with the most basic bread and jam.

In addition to using his power and power when performing tasks, in ordinary life, he is simply like an ascetic.

"What a waste of natural resources!"

Palmer often said to Burlogo, "Do you know how terrible your personal value is?"

At that time, Boluogo was sitting on the sofa reading a book and asked without raising his head, "How scary is it?"

"If you want, we can just buy the entire building and use it as a staff dormitory!" Palmer shouted hoarsely, "Do you know there are rumors that the deputy director embezzles how much public funds he embezzles in a year?"

"oh."

Boluogo said perfunctorily without any interest.

Seeing him like this, Palmer looked like he hated iron and kept beating his chest.

Suddenly, Boluogo put down the book, raised his head and asked, "So, what's the point of getting those things?"

Palmer was stunned for a moment.

"So what if we buy the whole building, do we have to change a bedroom every day? Don't you think it's troublesome?"

Palmer thought for a moment and said, "Yeah."

Burlogo asked again, "Palmer, if I give you a large sum of money now, what will you do first?"

Palmer was deep in thought, frowning and scratching his head.

"There really doesn't seem to be anything I want to spend money on."

Palmer has never realized that he, like Burlogo, is a paranoid person without any strong desires. For this reason, when encountering these things, he will always think endlessly... and then do whatever he should do.

Boluogo picked up the remote control and said, "Want to watch a movie?"

"good."

Breaking away from the memories, Bologo took a long breath. The voices of Jeffrey and Lebius gradually became blurred in his ears. Unknowingly, Bologo had fallen in love with this place. , in this not too big space, his heart was particularly peaceful.

After chatting with Lebius and Jeffrey about the details of what happened in the Land of Eternal Night, Bologo waved goodbye and left the office of the special operations team. Next, he had other things to do.

Nethanil's work in the Land of Eternal Night will continue for a while. The death of the Night King only eliminates the possibility of the emergence of high-level night clans, but those surviving night clans still have the ability to continuously give blood. They set off There may not be any trouble, but they are still harmful to the world. We must kill them all and leave no one behind.

After the incident, Holt was admitted to a border nursing home. As a high-profile Glory Person, doctors are trying their best to save Holt's arm and replenish his alchemical matrix.

Boluogo just came back today, and he doesn't know much about Holt's specific situation.

Then there was Xinda, this unlucky guy experienced an unprecedented horrific act. After the incident, Palmer suggested that she see a psychiatrist, even if she didn't treat her, just complain. Xinda forcefully refused him. He suggested that after a few days of rest, he and the fifth group of members would join in the hunt for the remaining Night Clan.

As for Palmer... Vonn originally wanted him to stay in Morrowind Stronghold to assist the Klax family in the follow-up work. Although he was of no use in the decisive battle, Palmer was still a person with power, regardless of whether he was released. No matter where he is, he is a real top combat force.

On the surface, Palmer agreed to Vonn, but secretly, he sneaked back into the Bureau of Order by mingling among the logistics staff, and returned a few days earlier than Boluogo.

Burlogo guessed that Palmer must be lying very comfortably at home. Palmer longed for a quiet and peaceful life more than power.

Passing through the corridor, a dark figure appeared not far away. Just like the first time Boluogo saw her, Olivia was covered in a hazy black gauze.

"it's over?"

"it's over."

Olivia nodded first, and then added, "Under the witness of "Dawn Oath", Sere and I made a supplement to the oath. From then on, neither he nor I will give blood to anyone, and we will never give blood to anyone again. There is no heir to speak of...the blood of the Night Clan will be completely severed between him and me."

"Sounds good," Bologg asked again, "Now that this is over, what are you going to do next?"

"Serre invited me to join the Undead Club," Olivia and Boluogo walked side by side, "but to be honest, I don't like hanging out with a group of drunkards."

"but……"

Olivia hesitated, "But if I'm not with them, I'll feel particularly lonely in this world, won't I?"

"You are a man who is afraid of being alone," Bologo said.

"No, more like someone who can't stand being alone."

Under the black veil, Olivia showed a bitter smile. It was because she was fed up with loneliness that she chose to donate blood to others, looking for family members who could accompany her through the long years. However, she was too naive. , the "family members" who have gained immortality are eager for more things.

The biggest crisis of disobedience to the royal court has been resolved, but Olivia cannot be happy. As long as she is alive, the threat of loneliness will continue to chase her.

Olivia stared at the face. She remembered the first meeting between herself and Bologo, and recalled the strength and responsibility that Bologo had shown in this series of events.

"Bologo..."

She wanted to say something else, but Bologg's movements were faster than her words. He was always a guy whose actions spoke louder than words.

Boluogo hugged Olivia gently and said softly, "It's okay, Olivia."

"Rather than saying that you are a person who cannot bear loneliness, it is better to say that you are a person who lacks love. You have lost your mother and family. Although Yongye's family is very deformed, it is still you. of shelter.

But all this has disappeared, even the only remaining father has left indifferently, and you are like a child abandoned in the wilderness, helpless..."

Boluogo's words were like a cold knife, but his tone was so gentle.

"I can understand you, Olivia. At that time, you had nothing, you were alone and trembling. You were so eager for the care of others. As long as there was a little bit of warmth, you would grab it without hesitation. Whether the warmth is real or not.”

Boluogo gently stroked Olivia's back, as if coaxing a child to sleep, "It's okay, Olivia, everything is over, and you will always be fine in your long life. , you will become stronger and you will find those things that you love.

Yes, from that moment on, you no longer need the love of others, a steady stream of love will rise in your own heart, and loneliness will no longer be able to invade you. "

Boluogo slowly let go of Olivia, his expression calm, like a believer who had received divine grace, and a ray of light just missed his forehead.

Olivia was silent for a long time. She might be thinking about Boluogo's words, or she might be thinking about the words that she could not say. Suddenly, Olivia laughed to herself.

"I never thought a perverted murderer like you would have such a side."

Olivia couldn't help but cover her face. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see Boluogo's bloodthirsty and killing posture. But when she opened her eyes and looked through her fingers, she saw another good man in the worldly sense. .

It's such a contrast...but not contradictory.

Olivia let out a long sigh. She wanted to say something else, but finally gave up the idea.

"Where are you going next?"

"Me?" Boluogo pointed at himself, then looked towards the end of the corridor, "I plan to go find Aimu."

"That alchemy doll?"

Olivia reluctantly remembered Aimu's appearance. During the operation in the Land of Eternal Night, she was hidden in Boluogo's body for most of the time, and her presence was extremely thin.

"Hmm," Boluogo said with a hint of pride, "She is my shared destiny."

"What the hell is that?"

"girlfriend."

"oh."

Olivia looked at Boluogo again, took a few steps back, squatted against the wall, lowered her head and thought. After a while, she raised her head again and said with shame.

"How scary, Bolog, you are definitely a psychopathic guy."

"Why?"

Burlogo felt offended.

Olivia tried to describe the strange feeling in her heart, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say anything. The feeling was too difficult to describe.

"It's like... it's like... it's like being a psychotic killer at work and then being a legal citizen after get off work."

"Is there any problem with this?" Boluogo said, adjusting his tie. "Keeping work and private life separate is also one of the professional qualities of an expert."

Boluogo waved to Olivia, "It's time for me to go. There is a party at the Immortal Club tonight, remember to come!"

Olivia nodded and watched Boluogo disappear at the end of the corridor. After a long time, she sighed and murmured to herself again.

"From a person who asks for love to a person who produces love? It sounds really strange..."

In the undead club, the strong aroma of wine lingered in the bar. Sere mopped the floor with a tired look. Since the incident in the Land of Eternal Night, a large number of undead had triumphed. These guys caroused day and night in the bar until Having had enough fun not long ago, they each returned to their rooms and fell asleep.

Naturally, these guys didn't know how to clean up the bar, so these tasks fell on Sere's head. He worked hard for a while before tidying up the place to make it more visible.

"Ha... I'm so tired."

Se Lei finished dragging the last piece, sat behind the bar, and poured himself a glass of water. Usually Bode would do this job, but after this guy said he went to find Wei'er, there was no news and he didn't know the progress. How's it going?

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the Undead Club was pushed open forcefully, and a skeletal figure strode in. At the same time, a hearty smile sounded.

"Me! Back from resurrection!"

I saw Bode holding a spear in one hand and dragging a spherical fish tank with the other hand. In the fish tank, a goldfish was swimming in circles.

"Yo! Sere!"