Endless Debt

Boluogo left. As the door closed tightly, the busy auxiliary arms stopped in mid-air. Then Lebius's eyes moved from the door and fell on the door next to the desk. .

Behind this door is Lebius's bedroom. As a workaholic, he has always lived in the office, and he usually lives alone in the room behind this door.

But now with Boluogo leaving, the door handle was gently turned, the door was opened, and a tall figure walked out of Lebius' bedroom.

"You can directly plan a promotion path for Boluogo, instead of guiding him in this indirect way."

Lebius stared at those golden eyes, his tone remained the same as before, without any fluctuation.

"This is not okay. As you said, he is a keen guy. Too much interference will only arouse his vigilance."

The man moved a chair and sat in front of Lebius. His tall figure did not match the chair at all, and the man looked more like he had been squeezed in with difficulty.

"When a person realizes that he has been living in a planned script his whole life, how will he react?" the man then asked.

"Angry, crazy, hysterical?" Lebius replied indifferently.

The man asked again, "Well... if it were Boluogo, what do you think he would do?"

This time Lebius was silent. He was stopped by the man's question. Lebius tried hard to imagine that scene happening, but his poor imagination could not outline such a scene, nor could he judge Boluogo's behavior.

Lebius shook his head, "I can't think of it."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that we should try our best to avoid this kind of unknown and easily out-of-control things," the man smiled, "If we can make him realize this later, then later."

"..."

Lebius responded with silence.

"Don't be like this, Lebius, I don't want to be like this either," the man said helplessly, "We are all pawns on the chessboard, a supporting role in the grand script."

Lebius said, "I want to say that you don't know the whole story, do you?"

"almost."

The man thought for a moment and said, "The only person who knows the whole story is probably the director. As for his thoughts? I couldn't figure it out many years ago."

Feeling the man's casual temperament, Lebius sighed. He still remembered that he was summoned by the decision-making room before, and was then incorporated into this mysterious operation with an extremely long time span.

At the same time, the man in front of him appeared in front of him more and more frequently.

The man noticed the disgust in Lebius's eyes, and his words deliberately brought a bit of sadness that was completely inconsistent with his appearance and identity, "You seem to dislike me very much, Lebius."

"No... I just can't stand the smell of cigarettes on you, Minister. You smell like a pack of burning inferior cigarettes. Even an old smoker will choke after taking a puff. I feel like my lungs are speeding up. Ageing."

Lebius fanned his nose. He was a delicate and tidy person, but he never got along with casual guys like Nathaniel.

Nathaniel said nonchalantly, "How could it be? You are a person with authority, and your body has begun to transform into the ether. Ordinary diseases will not befall you at all. The only possible cause is the aging of your organs." .”

Sometimes Lebius feels that Nathaniel is very similar to Palmer. Both of them are extremely off-line in some aspects and don't care about other people's opinions.

Lebius said, "The purpose of your coming here should be more than just talking to me, right?"

"Of course, mainly to help you avoid his sight."

There was a glimmer in Nathaniel's eyes. An invisible force had been interfering with reality, distorting the power flowing in the chamber.

"He cares about Bologo very much. He has been applying to us and is eager to share Bologo's sight." Nathaniel looked at the ground and the inn that was buried deep under the ground and filled with sunlight. "We refused. But he won’t give up that easily.”

The glimmering eyes fell on Lebius again, and he continued, "I am here to shield him from prying eyes and conceal the conversation between you, me, and Boluogo.

No matter how honest, friendly, and non-threatening he looks, it doesn't change who he is as a devil. "

Lebius nodded silently, agreeing with Nathaniel's words. If possible, Lebius hoped that he would never have anything to do with the existence of the House of the Rising Sun in this life, but this was just a false fantasy. The shackles were fixed on each other's bodies from the beginning and could not be ended until death.

"I have never understood it. I can understand letting the tyrant settle in the Great Rift, but what about him? Let him stay deep in the chamber, like a bomb buried in our hearts."

Lebius felt deeply chilled at the thought of being in the same room with a devil.

"He is just our disguise."

Nathaniel didn't explain any more and continued talking about other things.

"Tell Bologo to be careful later. Although this guy only likes to stay in the House of the Rising Sun, you also know his persistence in 'sight'."

"You feel……"

"He can't get Bologo's sight, but he can let others watch him... He has quite a few followers, even if he never takes the initiative to respond to those people's calls."

Hearing this, Lebius smiled bitterly. The devil in the House of the Rising Sun has always been lazy, so lazy that he doesn't care about his believers, but the more he is like this, the more disordered and twisted guys become... Crazy passionate.

"okay, I get it."

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Just as the topic was about to end, Nathaniel changed his voice and continued chatting with Lebius.

"What's wrong?"

Lebius looked at Nathaniel expressionlessly, suppressing the bad smell of smoke emanating from him.

"I personally went deep into the Great Rift to search for the King's Shieldguard." Nathaniel told the shocking information in an understatement.

"Although I couldn't find any trace of them, I still found some details..."

Nathaniel thought for a moment and smiled slyly.

"I think I know who the Shadow King is."

…

On the way home, Bologo kept thinking about what Lebius said to him. He didn't need to think about those trivial things. He just needed to focus on his own strength and maximize the power of the recruiting hand. .

This gave Boluogo great inspiration. He sat on the sofa, picked up a metal ornament in his hand, and with the infusion of ether, he shaped and twisted it at will.

In the past, Boluogo used the snake scale liquid to shape his body to pass the time. However, during the timeline chaos incident, the snake scale liquid was swallowed up by the Immortal Heart, and Boluogo lost this piece. Powerful alchemical weapon.

I heard from Jeffrey that the alchemy weapons he lost would be replenished by the sublimation furnace core in the future. As a result, after so long, the supplementary alchemy weapons were still not distributed.

With Aimu around, Boluogo didn't think Bailey would skimp on him, and there was some faint sense of expectation in his heart, just like he was looking forward to his own promotion ceremony.

"Sirin Kogadel..."

Burlogo lay on the sofa, thinking about the dead man.

He tried to imagine Xilin's life. Born into a royal family, he should have had a splendid life, but he suffered a bloody night in his childhood. He should have spent his life under the control of his father, the King of Terror. He lived an ordinary life, but on an unknown day, he gained the power to reverse his destiny.

From the hands of the devil.

Now, with the death of the overlord Xilin in the battle, this power has passed through the changes of the years, fallen into the hands of Bologo, and merged into his soul.

"Is this part of a grand conspiracy? Or just a coincidence of fate?"

Bologger whispered, unable to think of an answer.

The only person in the world who can decipher it for him is the Overlord Xilin who knows everything, but he died many years ago.

Boluogo was thinking this way, and suddenly he noticed a cold gaze falling on him. He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the fruit knife on the table, and stood up vigilantly.

As an employee of the Bureau of Order, another major disadvantage of living outside the office is that it is difficult to protect one's own safety.

There are often cases in the Order Bureau where employees' residences are exposed and then attacked by enemies.

Boluogo was worried about this happening, but he soon realized that all he needed to worry about was that the furniture would not be damaged. As an immortal, he would give all unwelcome guests a head-on blow.

Holding the fruit knife tightly, Boluogo followed the strange feeling in his heart and slowly moved towards the door. The muscles in Boluogo's body were tense, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate steel and look directly at the haze behind the layers of obstacles.

Suppressing his breathing, Boluogo knew the importance of taking the initiative. For this reason, he did not release the ether, but just waited for a necessary opportunity.

The moment everything returns to silence, the ether surges and bursts out.

The cumbersome light track covered Boluogo's arm in an instant, and then extended to the fruit knife. With the rapid increase of ether, Boluogo easily penetrated the door panel with the fruit knife, and then the slender metal struck Boluogo's arm. The hand extends, like an ever-expanding spike, penetrating all the way.

Stepping forward, the security door cracked to both sides, opening the way for Boluogo. He thought that powerful enemies were waiting outside the door, but all that was left for Boluogo was an empty corridor.

The extending spikes penetrated into the ground and stirred up a little dust. As if it was Boluogo's illusion, there was no one outside the door.

Boluogo also hesitated for a while. His instinct that he had always been proud of seemed to be wrong. However, he did not take it lightly. Instead, he carefully inspected the circle and made sure that there was no threat. Then Boluogo returned to the house and Restore the security door.

After Boluogo left, the shadows in the corner began to squirm and boil, and gasps of excitement and fear echoed endlessly.