Endless Debt

"Help, something happened!"

Accompanied by a familiar and shrill howl, Palmer pushed open the office door with his shoulder.

Lebius didn't even raise his head and was still busy. Jeffrey slowly moved the newspaper away from his face and saw that he looked confused, as if he had just taken a nap.

"Palmer, you are already a person in power, and it's time to behave like a person in power, instead of making a fuss like a child."

Lebius did not rush to ask what happened to Palmer, but made some comments on his gaffe.

Jeffrey, who had just woken up, was a little confused about the situation, but he still nodded in agreement with Lebius.

Ever since Borogo and Palmer were able to take charge of their own business, these two guys have completely looked like they are retired. Usually Lebius can still handle the logistics work for everyone, while Jeffrey has completely looked like an old man. , lived extremely leisurely.

Palmer stood there, breathing heavily. He didn't care about Lebius's judgment at all. Seeing that there was half a glass of water on the table, and no matter who had just drank it, he directly picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this scene, Lebius sighed helplessly. How he hoped that Boluogo's rigorous and professional attitude could be given to Palmer, but sometimes he felt that Palmer's absurd look was not bad either. Otherwise, if two indifferent poker faces get together, just thinking about that kind of working atmosphere will make people feel depressed.

Jeffrey asked, "What happened?"

Palmer sat on a chair, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "I met the devil."

Lebius paused in turning the pages, and Jeffrey's sleepy and cloudy eyes suddenly became a little clearer.

"That's right, the devil, a real devil." Palmer lowered his head and touched his belly nervously. "Even the damn umbilical cord has grown out. It is definitely the arrival of the devil."

"Then what?"

Lebius put down his work and looked at him seriously... Palmer didn't feel any change in Lebius's expression. He had this serious expression almost at all times.

"Then? Then I ran away!"

Palmer hammered the table with both hands and noticed the disappointed look in their eyes. He shouted, "Otherwise? Stay there and confront the devil? Fight her back and forth a few more times?"

"Please! I'm not that lunatic like Boluogo!"

Fighting against the devil, this indeed sounds like Boluogo's style of doing things. He is like a desperado without any scruples, and dares to wield a sharp knife against anyone. What's even better is that he is still undead, even the God of Death can't. Stop him in his tracks.

Palmer is different. He is well aware of his unpredictable luck. If he is lucky, Palmer may really be able to punch Beelzebub's head off with one punch, but more often than not, Palmer only thinks that he will be defeated. Mold, maybe when he wakes up, he will be tied up in a group of squirming flesh and blood, next to a group of little monsters waiting to be fed.

"Is that so?"

Lebius said with a complicated mood, "Should I say that you reacted too quickly? You escaped the moment of contact?"

In any case, Palmer is definitely a professional when it comes to reaction speed.

"Of course, after experiencing the Land of Eternal Night incident, I have a lot of new understanding of the power of the devil," Palmer expressed his worries. "With the increase in the ether concentration of the overall environment, perhaps If I stay for just one more second, she will cause the ether concentration to exceed the threshold and drag me into the ether realm."

The two were slightly surprised to hear such a professional and serious answer from Palmer. It seemed that Palmer was not entirely thinking about escaping, but still had certain thoughts in his mind.

Jeffrey also fully woke up from his sleep. He was serious and reliable, looking trustworthy. "You are right about this. Since then, the barriers between the two worlds have become thinner and thinner."

After the Land of Eternal Night incident, the sublimation furnace core detected and calculated the average ether concentration in the material world. The results were very bad. The exponential jump in ether concentration was huge, which meant that ether was accelerating into this world, and the two worlds were The overlap is close at hand.

In addition, scholars also speculate that if the ether concentration continues to rise like this, the highest-level beings such as the Glorious Ones may have the ability to create overlapping points between the two worlds at will like the devil through some special methods. , and then step into the etheric realm.

Scholars have not stated clearly about this special method, but those who have experienced it firsthand like Palmer, as well as high-level sublimation practitioners such as Lebius and Jeffrey, everyone has a vague answer in their hearts.

Etheric Siphon.

There is no need for complicated rituals or special circumstances. As long as the Glorious One wields his power arbitrarily, releases the ether siphon, and forces his own ether concentration to break through the threshold, it is possible to create an overlapping point that reaches directly to the etheric world.

This overlapping point will not be very large, maybe only a few cubic meters in size, but it is also a real overlapping point, the ultimate channel that connects the two worlds.

With this possibility, the Glorious Ones will have the ability to mobilize the endless ether directly from the etheric realm to fight, which seems to have given them a powerful increase, but at the same time, this also makes the material world become thousands of times. It is riddled with holes, further accelerating the overlap between the two worlds.

Like a cruel deal, the price for gaining strength is that the ground beneath your feet falls apart.

Lebius said, "But...because of your timely response, we don't know the purpose of that devil at all, right?"

Palmer was stunned for a moment, wanting to refute something, but what Lebius said was indeed right. He didn't wait for Beelzebub to say anything, and took off directly on the spot, fleeing from there at high speed. As for Beelzebub's purpose, Palmer had no idea.

Jeffrey asked, "What do you think?"

"The idea..." Palmer thought for a moment, "She is Beelzebub the Gluttonous, the devil who took my soul."

"With the complete destruction of the Land of Eternal Night, the Night Clan has been wiped out, the Rhine Alliance has completely stabilized, and the sharp conflicts have been resolved again due to the surrender of the Secret Groups."

Palmer said seriously, indeed full of the sense of reliability of a professional, "Now the internal strength of the Rhine League is simply monolithic. Coupled with this series of victories, the power of the Order Bureau is unprecedentedly powerful."

Jeffrey murmured, "So..."

"So we only have one archenemy left now," Palmer said, "The Korgadel Empire and the King's Secret Sword, and the devils behind them."

There was a brief silence in the office until Palmer broke it.

Palmer said to himself, "So it seems that her purpose is to use me to interfere with the Bureau of Order?"

As early as the incident of Xilin's resurrection, Palmer and others knew the demonic power hidden behind the King's Secret Sword. Looking back now, the only ones that can pose a threat to the Bureau of Order and those that the Bureau of Order desires to destroy are these. An old rival.

They have been entangled together since the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, and have lasted for nearly a hundred years. The hatred has not dissipated, but has intensified.

Palmer looked down at his body. This sounded a bit demeaning to himself, but he really didn't understand what use he could be to Beelzebub.

Regardless of what Beelzebub's plan is, he is just a power bearer. He looks extremely powerful, but compared with the defenders and gloryers who can really determine the direction of the war, he seems insignificant.

"Okay, I probably already know, and I will report these things to the decision-making room."

As he spoke, Lebius opened a new page and quickly wrote down the record. When it comes to work, the old team leader is never vague.

"Um."

After the panic, Palmer calmed down.

"It's nothing," Lebius said again, "I didn't mean to accuse you with what I just said."

"ah?"

"As for the part where you escaped in time and panicked," Lebius said without raising his head, "I know you are not a coward or a coward. The reason why you often look exaggerated and ridiculous is just a habit. I imitate those comedy characters to make myself and the people around me feel less stressed.”

"Just like a dedicated actor, even if the world is ending, he still has to find a way to make others laugh and make the situation seem not so bad."

Palmer looked at Lebius blankly, this was not something he could say at all.

Without agreeing or denying, Palmer said habitually, "I didn't expect you, team leader, to have such a deep understanding of comedy and acting. Are you interested in joining our movie marathon?"

Even though Lebius is no longer the team leader, Palmer and Bologo are still used to calling him the team leader.

Lebius lowered his head and said, "No interest, and, this is the evaluation about you that Boluogo wrote in his action record not long ago. I just repeated it at the appropriate time."

"Bologo?"

Palmer was at a loss for a moment. He hadn't seen Boluogo for a while. When he heard his partner's name, he actually felt like he was in a trance of time.

He asked, "Speaking of which, where is Bologo?"

Lebius hesitated and said, "Border Sanatorium."

"This was revealed to you by the decision-making room?"

"No, I just saw Amu running there often recently."

…

In the sunny corridor, a doctor in a white coat walked quickly. In less than half a minute, he reached the deepest part of the corridor.

This is the core area of ​​the Border Sanatorium. The only people who can live in this row of rooms, except for those who are dying, are the senior officials of the Order Bureau who are recuperating here.

Opening the door, a cool breeze greeted him. The doctor looked inside. The interior was very simple, with almost no superfluous things and no personal belongings at all.

The patient was sitting on the bed, looking out the window. One of his hands had disappeared, and the severed limb was covered with bandages. Noticing the doctor's arrival, he turned his head and smiled.

Holt, the youngest glorious person before the Bureau of Order, lost an arm in successive battles during the operation in the Land of Eternal Night, and was seriously injured, bearing many soul scars.

Like a brilliant meteor, it shines brightly but is extremely short-lived. Many people feel sorry for Holt's experience, but Holt himself thinks it's nothing. In his words, being able to survive that kind of desperate situation is already a blessing. It's a miracle.

"Are you going to start today's treatment?" Holt said to the man in a white coat at the door, "Doctor Burlogo."

Boluogo took off his mask and shook his head, "Don't call me that, it feels too weird."

Holt laughed, "But you do qualify as a doctor now."

Boluogo came over, sat on the chair, facing Holt, "Stop talking nonsense, let's start today's treatment first."

"This is more like an experiment than a treatment, right?" Holt said, obediently extending his hand.

"Experiment? Pretty much."

Burlogo grabbed Holt's hand, and the path of ether lit up on the back of his hand. "I remember doctors called this kind of thing a clinical experiment, right?"

"Then I'm the guinea pig."

"A guinea pig of the Glory level?" Boluogo said in line with Holt's optimistic mood, "It sounds very expensive."

"But, if I can cure you, a little white mouse, it means that I can cure thousands of little white mice like you," Boluogo's tone became solemn, "From now on, Soul Scar It will no longer be a terminal illness that kills the Ninghua practitioners."

Boluogo closed his eyes while mobilizing the ether.

In the darkness, Boluogo saw Holt's scarred alchemical matrix.