Endless Debt

"Bologo! Why!"

As noon approached, a shrill scream came from the living room through the door. Boluogo slowly looked at the door, counting the seconds in his mind.

"one two three……"

On the count of "three", the door was pushed open forcefully. Palmer was wearing pajamas and looking at Boluogo with a twisted expression.

Palmer asked loudly, "Why don't you wake me up?"

"I called you, but you said you wanted to continue sleeping," Boluogo said without mercy. "Excellent field staff should keep their time."

Palmer opened his mouth slightly and pointed at Burlogo. He wanted to continue to say something and scold Burlogo, but this matter was indeed Palmer's own problem. In addition, he couldn't defeat Burlogo, which made it even more difficult. But that's it.

A feeling of suffocation rushed through his chest, coupled with the exhaustion from playing board games with Sere until dawn and the poison of alcohol, Palmer's head felt dizzy and he almost collapsed.

"Palmer, you need to improve your daily routine, otherwise I may be lucky enough to witness the first Sudden Sublime Person who dies suddenly."

During this period of shared life, Burrow became deeply aware of how bad Palmer's private life was. Despite his glamorous appearance, this guy was already rotten on the inside. Every time he opened the door to Palmer's room, Burrow was shocked. Ge could always smell a smell that seemed to come from the Great Crack.

All kinds of messy things are mixed together, fermenting and fermenting in a dark and lightless environment...

Fortunately, Palmer is very territorial and only acts as he pleases in his bedroom. The living room has not been attacked yet, but... it will be soon.

Palmer's various books, records, and video tapes were piled on the shelves, and some were piled on the floor. Burlogo felt like a nanny.

"If you can finish it in half an hour, we can still catch up."

Burlogo raised his hand, showed his watch, and signaled to Palmer.

Palmer took a few deep breaths and said nothing more. He turned around and left to get busy. He heard bursts of noise coming from the living room and wondered what Palmer was doing.

Bologg was sitting casually on a chair, flipping through the novel in his hand. Bologg had almost finished "Night Hunters", but "Night Hunters" is a series, and it has many sequels.

After thinking of this, Boluogo hesitated for a moment, but still opened his handbag, stuffed a few copies of "Night Hunters" into the bag, and then placed the handbag on the suitcase next to the bed.

After experiencing so many incidents, Bologo finally took his annual leave and was ready to travel and return to his hometown with Palmer.

Boluogo felt that work should be taken seriously and travel should be completely relaxed and rested. Thinking of the distance between Fengyuan Highlands and Oath City Opos, Boluogo felt that he had enough free time to read and kill it. time.

About half an hour later, Bologo picked up his handbag and dragged his suitcase out of the bedroom. Palmer was already ready outside the door, but half an hour was still a bit too short for Palmer. Looking extremely tired.

"Is it so formal?"

Boluogo looked at Palmer up and down. Only half an hour later, Palmer seemed to be a different person.

Palmer washed himself carefully, combed his hair, and put on a suit of clothing that Bologna had never seen him wear before.

Burlogo is a supporter of pragmatism and doesn't know much about fancy fashion, but even so, Burlogo can intuitively feel that Palmer's new clothes are expensive.

A black sleeveless coat with a dark golden pattern outlined on the edge of the collar, a swallowtail behind it, and a dark green shawl... This does not look like modern attire, but a hundred years ago, something that should have appeared in an oil painting. clothing.

"Is this the 'traditional costume' of your extraordinary families and secret societies?"

Boluogo spent a few seconds recalling the relevant knowledge. Jeffrey mentioned this to himself when he received the uniform from Jeffrey.

"It's almost the same. It's just that some ancient families still have this tradition, such as the Clerks family." Palmer hadn't worn this suit for a long time and felt uncomfortable all over. "This is what I wore when I came to the Bureau of Order." clothing."

Palmer opened his arms and moved his body, "How do you feel?"

"Fortunately, at least you do look like an heir now, rather than a drunk returning from a hangover."

After putting on his old clothes, Palmer actually looked more serious and had a somewhat noble temperament, but this was just a reflection of his past.

Palmer is no longer the noble heir. In his short life in the Bureau of Order, he has completely sunk into a drunkard playing board games.

Boluogo dragged his suitcase to the door, "Are you nervous?"

"Of course, this is the first time I've been home since I started working," Palmer said. "Maybe it's because I haven't sobered up yet."

Thinking of this, Palmer turned around and rummaged through the box, took out a potion from it, and hit it directly on his neck.

"Is that... a concentration potion?"

Boluogo's expression was a little complicated. This medicine was distributed to debtors by the Bureau of Order. When mania attacks, this medicine can be used to stay awake.

Apparently, Palmer used it to sober up.

"You can't blame me entirely. Weier was the one who tricked us last night and let us play a few more rounds."

Palmer's expression twitched, his eyes rolled white, and he pulled out the needle. He shuddered, and his whole body immediately became more awake.

"What now? How do I look?"

"It's really easy for you to die suddenly..."

Go downstairs, get in your car, and drive down the crowded streets.

"Well, I don't know what the old men at home will say about me when I go home this time." Palmer turned the steering wheel and complained constantly.

Palmer's initial life in Oath City, Opos, was not as miserable as it is now. As the heir of the Clerks family, he was the first person to embark on the perfect path, the Road of Wind and Wind, and was the Order's Rookie of the Year. Employees, Palmer was very prosperous at the time.

According to Palmer's own prediction, with his background and work ability, his career was bright, and promotion and salary increase were just around the corner. However, fate gave him a head-on blow and turned Palmer into a debtor. Elmer's life took a turn for the worse.

The experience of life and death caused Palmer's temperament to change drastically. From loving his job to being passive and lazy, he only thinks about enjoying the happiness of life and retiring early every day.

The Clarks family cut off Palmer's living expenses, and Palmer didn't care. He relied on his only salary to live a life of minimal energy consumption.

Bologg glanced at Palmer who was driving. Bologg felt that he had aggravated Palmer's depravity. With a partner like him who would not die, he shared a lot of work pressure for Palmer, and then It's a shared apartment and free drinks at the Immortal Club.

After living together, Bologo learned that each of the Palmers spent more than half of his salary on alcohol. Since going to the Undead Club to eat and drink for free, the money has been saved and turned into The living room is filled with video tapes, records, books...

Boluogo murmured, "Forget it, just be happy."

This is Burlogo's current attitude towards Palmer, as long as he is happy and not dead.

This point stems from before the timeline chaos incident. At that time, in the Undead Club, Bologo saw Sere's thick photo album and his countless wives.

Out of curiosity, Bologo asked Sere, "You and your wives... what kind of mentality do you have in getting along with each other?

No matter how beautiful they are, they will eventually grow old, and no matter how deep your love is, it will be shattered with death. "

Sere is facing a banquet that will eventually end, and he will not leave, but will only welcome the start of the next scene alone.

Sere was very sincere and did not make any excuses. He said frankly, "They and I are only a couple in name only."

"Actually?"

"It's really more like owner and pet."

"Is this...is this your hobby?"

Sere frowned, "Stop, I'm talking about something serious, okay."

He went on to explain, “Just like humans with pets, we do love our pets, are willing to devote enough time and love to them, and can tolerate some of their stupid things.

Human lifespan is much longer than that of cats and dogs. We are confident to take care of them throughout their lives. They do not need to grow up or learn to hunt and survive. Because we are here, in our eyes, they can always be like cubs, even to them As far as I'm concerned, they are already getting old. "

"Do you think your wives are like these 'pets' to you?" said Borogo.

"More or less, I am an immortal, the former lord of the Night Tribe, holding endless wealth in my hands. I do love them and take care of them throughout my life, until death separates us."

Sere hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "But sometimes, I feel that my love is not that kind of 'true love', but more like an owner and a pet, an unequal self." Just satisfying love.

I give them what they want, and they spend the long years with me. "

"Then as I mentioned to you, I was tired of this separation and came here to find my kind." Sere thought for a while, as if to defend himself, "As for whether the love is sincere or not... I I don’t think people need to live soberly.”

Bologe is not like Sere. Bologe feels that his relationship with everyone is equal. He will not look at other people so condescendingly, and Bologe is also willing to maintain enough patience and tolerance.

Sere felt that this was just a fair and straightforward transaction in which everyone got what he got. Boluogo felt that he was more like a guardian. He hoped that his friends could live a beautiful life under his watch.

"It's like looking at a terminally ill patient lying in a hospital bed..."

Boluogo laughed suddenly.

Palmer couldn't stand Burlogo's lunatic laughter, "What are you laughing at?"

"When I think that you are going to die in a hundred or two hundred years, I feel that your stupid things are not intolerable." Burlogo's eyes revealed pity and his tone was pretending to be sad. "You are going to die, Palmer." , It’s too pitiful, please do more happy things before you die.”

"You're crazy!"

Palmer slapped the steering wheel, and the horn kept blaring.