Endless Debt

The orchestra outside the dance floor pulled the bowstrings and blew the trumpets. The crisp lingering sounds were intertwined with the melodious tunes, announcing the official start of the banquet.

Laughter overflowed in front of men and women, wine glasses crossed, and beautiful figures kept walking on the red carpet.

Outside the porthole is the rough sea, with thunder and heavy rain roaring, as if it is the rolling doomsday. But under the steel man-made objects, all the fury of nature is blocked outside the ship, like two overlapping contradictory worlds. .

"This place is really big."

Palmer held the wine glass in his hand and raised his head. The banquet hall spanned the layers of stands. At the top was a huge crystal chandelier, emitting soft light like the sun.

Such a huge banquet hall is only a small part of the Paradise. More areas are blocked by the people of Xitao, and guests like them do not have permission to go there.

No wonder this place is called the Paradise. It is simply a small sea town. Palmer can already imagine the extremely luxurious life of the owner of the cruise ship.

Outside the window are beautiful mountains and rivers, the boat is full of delicacies, and there is a bed several meters long...

So envious.

Palmer thought about it and drank all the wine in his glass.

From the perspective of the Clerks family heir, the drinks provided at the banquet were mediocre and far from comparable to the Clerks family's treasures, but Palmer was now a humble field clerk and could drink something of this quality. , can already comfort his soul.

Thinking of this, Palmer raised his hand to pour himself another glass. Then his other hand pressed Palmer's hand holding the glass, and Jeffrey emerged from beside him like a ghost.

Jeffrey warned, "Don't forget what we're about to do."

They were not here to attend the banquet, but to steal information. Jeffrey hoped that when a conflict broke out, Palmer would not die of drunkenness.

"Okay, okay."

Palmer reluctantly put down his wine glass, looked at the tables on both sides, and asked tentatively, "Is it okay if I get something to eat?"

Afraid that Jeffrey would disagree, Palmer added, "This is part of the disguise."

Jeffrey was silent for a moment and sighed helplessly. Palmer was right. From the perspective of disguise, Palmer's actions were completely appropriate for the banquet. However, Jeffrey could not tell whether this was Palmer's random behavior. His nature is still the elite training he received in the crow's nest.

Palmer chuckled, picked up two desserts from the table, and handed one to Jeffrey, "Don't be nervous."

He opened his mouth and bit off a large piece, as if he hadn't eaten for a long time, and swallowed the dessert completely in a few mouthfuls.

"It's useless for us to be anxious now. We have to look at that guy," Palmer secretly pointed to a person not far away. "According to the settings of the 'identity card', both of us are his attendants."

Dua was not far away from the two of them. He was chatting with several strangers. They could vaguely hear them talking about some kind of technology. Surprisingly, this seeker did better than the two of them imagined.

In the eyes of the Order Bureau, this seeker was just a fanatical fan of King Solomon, with a lot of strange and dangerous knowledge in his head.

But in the eyes of many small forces in the outside world, Duva is a rare master of alchemy. He can solve some technical problems with casual words, and their eyes sparkle. Dewar was already on the verge of breaking into their social circle.

Watching this scene, Palmer's mood was a little subtle. Maybe his starting point was too high. He really had no idea about those weak forces. Often when he came up with the title of Order Bureau, everyone would already bow their heads. Cooperate with yourself.

Jeffrey said, "I still don't feel confident enough about him."

"It's okay. If something unexpected happens, wouldn't it be you?" Palmer blinked.

"What's the meaning?"

"What else can it mean? Let's do what we do best."

Palmer rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, revealing his tight muscles, "You are a person with authority. It may be common in the Bureau of Order, but it is different for the people of Xitao."

The biggest flaw of these second and third echelon extraordinary organizations is that they seriously lack high-level sublimation practitioners.

Palmer then asked, "How many people do you think are here who are condensers?"

Jeffrey glanced around secretly and shook his head, "I'm not Lebius, I can't tell."

Lebius' mastery of ether is far superior to anyone else. If he were here, potential condensers would be recognized by Lebius at first sight, but unfortunately, Lebius is not here now.

Jeffrey could only guess from the words and deeds of these people, and then he realized that this behavior was futile.

Du Wa broke away from the conversation and walked towards the two of them with a smile. The closer he got to the two of them, the more confident Du Wa's aura faded. When he actually came to the two of them, his expression had already Feeling of decadence.

Others regard seekers like him as treasures, but this group of violent maniacs from the Order Bureau are different. In order to avoid trouble, they don't mind executing all seekers from the Order of Truth on the spot.

Palmer asked, "Any news?"

"No," Du Wa shook his head, "They are all here for trade with the people of Xitao, and until now, the protagonist of this banquet has not appeared."

"Nolen Motley."

Jeffrey whispered, "The current navigator is also the owner of the Paradise."

"I learned from other people that except for Nolen's appearance a while ago, he mysteriously disappeared. Now these guests are also waiting for him. After all, business must be negotiated directly with him."

Duva is really interested in the matter of the original things. Under the temporary guidance of Palmer, this seeker has become somewhat like an intelligence officer.

"Oh, by the way, they also said that before Nolen disappeared, he introduced another person to everyone."

"who?"

Dewar recalled the strange name, "What's it called... blue jay?"

"Blue Jay?"

The name seemed familiar to Jeffrey, but he just couldn't remember it.

Palmer was stunned for a long time and murmured, "You mean... blue jay?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Palmer struggled to suppress his voice, the excited note reverberating in his throat.

"Blue Jay!"

…

"Ah sneeze!"

Irwin turned his head and sneezed. It might be due to the weather. Even though the banquet hall was extremely warm, he still felt a little uncomfortable all over as an old man.

Wiping his nose with a tissue, the joyful atmosphere flowed among the people on the dance floor. Seeing this, Irwin couldn't help but relax, followed by waves of fatigue. They stroked their cheeks, thinking Take yourself into dreamland.

Irwin tried to cheer up, and his eyes fell on the girl next to him. Her eyes were sparkling, looking at the crowd on the dance floor. Irwin guessed that she also wanted to join the dance, but she lacked a dance partner, and she also lacked a partner who was strong enough to beat her. Her skirt.

Cinderella noticed Irwin's gaze and turned to look at him with a playful look on her face.

"Blue Jay?"

Looking at her raised eyebrows, Irwin felt a headache. Nolen shouldn't be so talkative.

"You hid it deeply enough! Irwin."

As if she had discovered a new toy, Cinderella hit Irvin hard with her elbow. Irwin looked decadent and avoided Cinderella's gaze.

"So...this is the secret you're hiding?"

Cinderella continued to ask. The two had not known each other for a long time, but they both knew clearly that the other had a secret.

She thought this was the secret Irwin was hiding, but Irwin remained silent, too lazy to explain anything to Cinderella.

Secrets must be exchanged for secrets, but Irwin knew nothing about Cinderella.

Irwin said, "More than these things, you seem to want to join in."

Cinderella looked at the crowd, then looked down at herself, and shook her head, "No."

"Aren't you used to so many looks?" Irwin said about his absurd reasoning, "Wouldn't it be better to treat them as dead people?"

“Have you ever seen a dead person who could talk and dance?”

"Hahaha."

After Irwin finished laughing, he slowly stood up and said, "Since there is nothing interesting here, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Cinderella pointed to the violent storm outside the porthole, "This kind of weather? Going out for a walk?"

Irwin asked back, "Have you ever gone out for a walk in this weather?"

"No."

"That's it, just treat it as an achievement in life." Irwin suddenly lowered his body and said strange words, "Think about it, Cinderella, a life that fails to hang out on the deck on a stormy day is a huge failure. ah!"

"I guess you often do a lot of stupid things with the excuse of 'you failed in life because you didn't do anything'."

Cinderella saw through Irwin at a glance and thought that there was something really wrong with this guy's mind.

Irwin did not deny it. He nodded and affirmed Cinderella's words straightforwardly. Irwin did not reflect on anything, but continued to ask.

"go?"

Good news, it’s snowing, so cool! Bad news, the temperature dropped gave me a head-on blow, and I felt exhausted. In the following days, I tried my best to maintain the state of midnight.