Endless Debt

On the beach in the afternoon sun, the man sat on a bench under a parasol, playing the guitar leisurely and humming a slightly monotonous melody.

"There is a house on the seashore of Freeport."

"People call it the House of the Rising Sun."

"Many people will spend a happy time here..."

Suddenly, a black shadow covered the man's body, blocking the warm light. He stopped playing and singing, looking at the blurred silhouette with a puzzled look.

The visitor had a blond hair, shining in the sun, a pair of black sunglasses on his face, a floral shirt on his upper body, the buttons were loose and spread, revealing a layer of fat covered muscles, and the same floral shorts on his lower body, and slippers on his feet.

The man frowned and had to admit that the other party's dress was really a stereotyped beach boy.

The beach boy drank most of the can of beer in his hand, burped loudly, and said in an extremely surprised voice.

"In the House of the Rising Sun? Spending a happy time? Levius, are you serious?"

The beach boy sat down on the bench next to Levius, picked up the empty beer glass on the small table that was left with only ice cubes after Levius drank, poured all the beer into it, and after a little cooling, he turned the straw around and took two sips.

He made a refreshing and comfortable sound.

Levius put down the guitar and looked at this guy helplessly, "It's okay, I just adapted this song appropriately."

"Damn, are you adapting this? Belphegor will cry if he hears it."

The beach boy took off his sunglasses and winked, "Belphegor played this song to warn and torture those unlucky people who fell into his trap, but you turned it into..."

He turned his head and looked at the Sunshine Hotel, which was located at the end of the beach and stood on the edge of the resort. There were a few big words hanging on the sign.

The House of the Rising Sun

The beach boy sighed again, "You changed this thing into the theme song of your hotel? Damn it, you even used the name of the House of the Rising Sun. I know that the devil is not a good thing, but you can't just plagiarize it!"

Levius's brows knitted tighter, almost curled together.

He said, "Palmer, why do you always care about things that are so inexplicable?"

Palmer smiled and raised his glass to Levius, "Maybe I have a different perspective on the world."

Levius was silent for a few seconds, then he sighed and explained slowly.

"You know, I'm not good at thinking about things like...names. After this place was built, when Jeffrey asked me what name to give it, I naturally thought of this."

Levius paused and said, "Belphegor is really good at naming. A name recognized by the devil, don't you think it's good?"

"It's really good. There's a sense of victory in entertaining your past pain and then trampling it underfoot."

Palmer knew about the old grudge between Levius and Belphegor, and he continued to comment, "And, Belphegor is dead anyway, even if he wants to complain, he can't say anything."

"Well...besides, I don't think the devil will complain about anything. On the contrary, he will like you to use this name, just like recognizing his taste."

Levius nodded silently. His relationship with Belphegor is more about grudges, but guys like Palmer and Blog who are keen on film art can reach some subtle connections with Belphegor besides hatred.

So no matter how unreliable Palmer is, he still has some say in Belphegor's story.

And...

Levius looked at the coastline, where the end of the clear blue sea merged with the sky.

It was over, everything was over.

Whether it was hatred and long-cherished wishes, or unfinished wars, all disputes and resentments had disappeared in that war.

The world ushered in a new chapter, and Levius's life also entered a new stage. He had reconciled with everything... or relieved.

"So, how is business?"

Palmer glanced around the beach. To be honest, there were few people on the beach. It was empty and a little lonely, but also very peaceful.

"You can see that this place has only been developed for a short time."

Levius looked to one side and pointed to the steel jungle piled up by countless abandoned ships not far from the beach.

Levius' retirement plan is indeed very beautiful. He will build a sun hotel in Freeport, and watch young and beautiful bodies shining in the sun with sunscreen every day in the warm and humid sea breeze...

It's all great. Just imagining that scene, Palmer couldn't help but applaud Levius, but the problem is that although the idea is beautiful, the reality is still very cruel.

Freeport is not a land without owners. Even if Levius is under the name of the Order Bureau, it costs money to gain a foothold here... At least the beach rent, house construction, and various operating costs need to be borne by himself.

In so many years of work, Levius has accumulated a considerable fortune, but no matter how considerable the wealth is, it cannot be squandered at will. In order to save money as much as possible, Levius chose a location where the rent is not so expensive.

The Hulk Coast.

With the advent of the peaceful era and the combination of the extraordinary and the mortal under the leadership of the Bureau of Order, the people of Xitao have recently been preparing to clean up the coast of the wreck and turn it into a new tourist area.

Lebius became the first merchant in this new tourist area. In order to get the best possible discounts, as a leader of the school of control, he must rely on the power of control and the people of Xitao after sunset every day. The condensers worked together to deal with the steel ruins weighing thousands of tons.

After a period of hard work, they have cleared a large area, and this area has also been put into operation.

Thus, Lebius's Sunshine Hotel opened.

"This place has just been developed for a while, and the surrounding supporting facilities have not been completed. In addition, it is the off-season for tourism, so it is normal for the passenger flow to be less."

Lebius analyzed and gave a series of answers.

"Really?"

Palmer asked seriously, "Compared with this reason, I think it's your problem more."

"Me? What's my problem?"

Lebius was a little confused. As an innkeeper, he was very competent.

"Look at you, Lebius, look at you," Palmer kept complaining, "This is the beach, everyone wants to show off their bodies, and you, hell, you're dressed like a wrap. Body bag."

Lebius looked down at his body. His dressing style was still as usual, serious and cold tones, and he was wrapped tightly.

"My body looks ugly and just scares other people."

Lebius was telling the truth on this point. He had experienced many battles, leaving scars on his body that cut open the body and hurt the soul.

If it were not for being a Sublime Master, Lebius would now be a paralyzed patient in bed. If he were dressed like Palmer, the travelers around him would only feel like a scarred corpse came to life.

Palmer said, "But you can't keep it covered like this, and you're going to be working here for a long time?"

"Or maybe I will become a unique scenery here?"

Lebius smiled, "For example, maybe in a few years, people will know that there is such a well-covered freak here, and their service is very good."

Palmer thought for a moment and raised his glass to Lebius again, "Sounds pretty good."

"certainly."

Lebius picked up the guitar, stood up unsteadily, and asked belatedly, "Why are you here? Palmer, I am retired and you are not."

"Me? I'm just on vacation. Together with Boluogo, we call this the last single time."

Palmer said and pointed in another direction. Lebius looked along the direction. On the rows of lounge chairs at the entrance of the Sunshine Hotel, a guy also wearing a floral shirt was talking with Jeff who had just walked out of the house. Chatting there, laughter could be heard from time to time.

Lebius muttered a few words, "Oh? The last single time?"

"Yes, we took a while off, walked from south to north, and visited some friends we haven't seen for a long time...although it can't be said that we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Palmer sighed, "We are all condensers, and things like the Winding Path Gate are very convenient. The geographical distance that once made us feel hopeless now seems much gentler."

"Where's your next stop?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Palmer said. "I'm a person who doesn't have any plans, and Bologna said, since it's the holidays, don't make any plans and make it feel like work."

"Hmm...so are you sure your place won't go bankrupt?"

Palmer suddenly asked again, and then he approached Lebius and whispered, "Do you need the Clerks family to take a stake?"

"No need, we have a very solid customer base."

Lebius refused with a smile, and then responded in a low voice, "We have reached cooperation with the Logistics Department."

"oh?"

"When the coast of the abandoned ship is cleaned up and a new tourist area is built, our place will become one of the vacation projects designated by the Logistics Department. This alone will be enough to maintain our profits."

"Um……"

Palmer nodded approvingly. There were still a lot of employees in the Bureau of Order. A few groups of people who came here for vacation every year were enough to boost Lebius's revenue.

After approving it, Palmer suddenly realized a problem and he doubted it.

"Is this considered seeking public benefit for personal gain?"

"Can you think of something better?"

"Haha," Palmer laughed awkwardly, "just a joke."

After the laughter, Palmer fell silent. He drank all the beer in his glass and ate an ice cube, chewing it crunchily.

With a chill in his throat, Palmer glanced at the sparkling sea, glanced at Lebius who was full of relaxation, and then looked at the hotel in the sun, where two blurry figures were laughing under the eaves. Endless.

“It’s really a great place to take a vacation.”

Palmer said, lying down carelessly on the recliner, his muscles completely relaxed, and he was at the mercy of gravity.