Endless Debt

Boluogo walked quickly through the streets, completely ignoring the strange looks of passers-by.

At this moment, Boluogo looked slightly embarrassed. The overlap with the virtual realm had obliterated his flesh and blood, as well as the pants below his thighs. Now the flesh and blood have healed, but the shoes have completely disappeared and only half of the pants are left.

Just looking at Bologg's upper body, you would think he was a successful company employee, but looking at Bologg's lower body, you would think he was a homeless man living on the street.

Boluogo didn't care about other people's eyes anymore. He left the border sanatorium in a hurry. He had no idea how much time had passed since his death, and he didn't know what the outcome of the first negotiation was.

There were too many questions in his mind, and these worries had already exhausted Boluogo. Before he could take a break, Sere and Weier gave Boluogo another head-on blow.

relationship issue.

Judging from Bolog's priority in dealing with problems, personal emotional issues are undoubtedly the lowest priority. Bolog would not consider this issue at all, but after being muttered by the two of them, on the way in a hurry, Bolog Ge's mind kept lingering over and over again, and he couldn't get rid of it.

One second there was a ferocious fight with the Silent One, the next second there were the stupid faces of Sere and Weier, and then there were the speculations and suspicions in the decision-making room, and then Amu's smile couldn't stop appearing.

Borogo realizes that experts are not omnipotent.

From assassinating targets to tracking enemies, Boluogo is known to commit murder and arson, and he is extremely experienced in every job.

With at least nearly a hundred years of work experience, few people in the world can compare with Boluogo at this point.

Borogo was so efficient and powerful, but there was one thing he had never dealt with.

relationship issue.

"damn it!"

Bologg knocked on his head and tried not to think about these things. Perhaps the death of Adele had a too great impact on him. Bologg had been trying to control his emotions to avoid unnecessary trouble, but now these emotions are like poison, completely infiltrating Boluogo's thinking.

His body followed the route in his memory, heading towards the Bureau of Order, while Boluogo's thoughts were fighting with each other, and he was completely unaware of what was going on around him.

The piercing whistle sounded, and a car stopped suddenly beside Boluogo. The driver leaned out of the car window and cursed the bastard who ran the red light. Pedestrians looked sideways, looking at this man who looked like a tramp and a company employee. Guy.

Boluogo didn't pay attention to this at all. Then his figure stagnated, and with the sharp sound of brakes, his body hit the corner of the street uncontrollably.

When Boluogo crawled out of the broken window with a bloody head, the whole street was in a mess, the street lamps fell sideways, and pedestrians were terrified.

Boluogo always felt that he had experienced similar things a long time ago, but it was not important anymore. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Boluogo wiped the blood on his face and continued to move towards the Bureau of Order.

What's the matter?

Boluogo felt that this was not a good time to think about this issue, but he couldn't help but think about it. This was the first time such an impulse had arisen in his barren heart, and as the number of times he thought about it increased, this impulse became more intense.

"Think rationally."

Boluogo said to himself that thinking about the problem from a rational perspective will help the parties get the best answer.

So where to start?

The first encounter? Boluogo has always been a cold guy, but when he met Aimu, he rarely showed a slightly gentle side. Looking back now, Boluogo felt that it was just his temporary kindness and empathy.

Boluogo understood the predicament that Aimue was in at that time and sympathized with her thoughts. He felt that he should help her, just like Adele helped him.

No matter how indifferent Boluogo is, he believes that he is still a human being, and human beings are social and will help each other.

Boluogo knew how bad it would be to fall. He understood that feeling deeply. Compared with the days when he lived alone in the Shenbe District, life in the dark prison became better.

So he helped Aimu, and was rare enough to have enough patience. Even if Aimu caused such trouble later, he still chose to save her.

In Bolog's eyes, Aimu was different from the desperadoes he had met before. She was just a child whose mind was immature and living in a twisted environment. What she needed was the right guidance and help.

Just like myself.

This is not only saving Aimu, but also saving Boluogo himself and fulfilling what he promised Adele in his diary.

Until this moment, everything was normal.

So when did the distortion begin?

Boluogo thought and entered the Order Bureau.

The staff of the Order Bureau have long been accustomed to all kinds of abnormalities, but when they saw Boluogo with a smear of blood on his head, bare feet, and mumbling words, everyone couldn't help but stop and watch.

The blood flowed backwards, and the wound on Boluogo's head healed. He continued to move forward, his body's instinct already familiar with the route.

After constant thinking, Boluogo still couldn't figure out when the change happened. There was no clear time point. It was not at a certain moment that Aimu suddenly invaded Boluogo's world, but without knowing it. In my sleep, it seeped in like poison.

Boluogo suddenly stopped. At this moment, he realized that he and Aimu were closely connected. The snake scale liquid was made by her, and the lost scabbard was also made by her, not to mention that her secret power continued to increase. With Boluo Ge, he faced battles large and small.

This reminded Bologg of his own living room. When he first moved in, the living room was still very tidy. At most, there were a few movies that Palmer liked. But when Bologg came back to his senses, the entire living room had been occupied by him. It is occupied by posters everywhere, full of youthful atmosphere and the unique stupidity of young people.

Many things change like this, silently. When you realize it, the raging fire has burned down your house to only a frame.

And then...then what?

What to do then.

Boluogo's progress stopped again, and at this moment he truly felt at a loss.

As an undead person who is about to turn one hundred years old, Boluogo's knowledge in this area is infinitely close to zero.

What follows is anxiety and stress.

Bologg is a person who is prone to overthinking, a person who tries to have everything in his hands. Just like his own secret power, Bologg has an almost twisted desire to control his future.

He often makes plans for the next week or even a month, and arranges all events clearly and properly, although many times, Boluogo's arrangements are always interrupted by others.

The pressure that is tormenting Boluogo now comes from the unknown future. He doesn't know what the world will become. Boluogo tries to grasp everything, but in the final analysis, he can't grasp anything.

Boluogo didn't know how to deal with his thoughts, and he froze in place for a long time. When an employee passed by, he accidentally bumped into Boluogo, which made him wake up. He had reached the point of divergence.

Go this way to the Field Office, and the other way to the Court of Pillars, from which you can reach the Ascension Furnace Core.

The time has come to decide.

Boluogo has made many choices, but none of them made Boluogo feel more confused than this time. No matter how hard he thought about the decision, he felt that the world had become a little absurd.

Just when he was hesitating, a voice sounded.

"Bologo?"

Bologg looked in the direction of the sound. Kemp was standing in the rush of people, looking at Bologg in surprise.

"Camp!"

There was eager joy in Bologg's voice, which made Kemp feel a little uncomfortable for a moment. It was the first time he saw Bologg so enthusiastic.

Boluogo asked, "Where are you going?"

"Field Service Department, they are having a meeting about yesterday's negotiations."

Kemp heard them say that Boluogo should be in the border sanatorium, but he appeared here, and he still looked strange.

"Take me with you, I have many things to ask."

Bologg was so grateful for Kemp's sudden appearance. He brought Bologg a goal and saved him from thinking about things that Bologg couldn't understand at all.

Work.

Busy work can eliminate most of the worries.

In his first year of work, Boluogo used such busyness to avoid the sadness in his heart.

In his third year of work, Boluogo chose to throw himself into the torrent in order to escape from the complicated thoughts in his heart where he didn't know what to do.

Following Kemp, under the strong sense of contrast, Boluogo realized that he had really walked out of the sadness, and he was also deeply aware of the changes in his life.

Similarly, without realizing it, Boluogo had entered a new life that he had never imagined.

…

There were several members of the action team gathered in the ladder conference room. The number was not large. The team members were not all present, but the team leaders were in place. Boluogo could identify a few familiar figures, including the sixth team. , Group 10, etc., which were all action groups that participated in the first negotiation.

Not far away, Boluogo saw Jeffrey and Palmer. The special operations team was sparsely populated, and they were placed in such a large stepped conference room, which was directly diluted between the seats.

Kemp and Burlogo waved their hands and sat in the rows of seats behind Yas. Shelley was already waiting for him. Burlogo was impressed by this girl. Her hands were wrapped in circles. Bandage, she was also injured during the battle with the Silent Ones.

Burlogo moved forward silently and sat down next to Palmer. Palmer was still curious about who was so familiar that he actually sat next to him. Then he realized that this person was Burlogo.

"Bologo!"

The sudden appearance of his partner made Palmer's voice a little louder. His voice directly attracted everyone's attention in the silent conference room.

Gazes from all directions surrounded Boluogo.

Boluogo lowered his voice, "Be quiet."

"How did you come?"

Palmer heard from the doctor that Bologo was suffering from severe ether depletion and he should be able to sleep for a while.

Bologo said, "You'll be here when you wake up. Is there any problem?"

"Is this a sign of resistance?"

Palmer never lacks for nonsense, "Well, you're just in time, the meeting is about to begin."

"Quiet."

Another voice came, it was Jeffrey. In the absence of Lebius, he took on all the responsibilities of the action team. Thanks to the fact that there were not many members in this team, otherwise Jeffrey could not imagine how busy it would be.

Thinking of this, Jeffrey looked at Yas with some pity. His sixth group had quite a lot of people, and then there was the person who just walked in from the door and stood behind the podium.

Gold, one of the existing defenders of the Order Bureau and the leader of the tenth group.

At this moment, at least half of the field staff present in the conference room were from Gauld's tenth group. It was hard to imagine how he managed this group of people.

Gold coughed a few times and told the report about yesterday's attack.

With the Order Bureau's work efficiency, it was not difficult to retrieve all the information in this short period of time. After all, the attack itself was not that complicated.

The Army of the Speechless suddenly arrived, hindering the first negotiation, and a battle broke out. The Bureau of Order fought against the enemy with all its strength. In the end, all the Army of the Speechless were killed, and this extraordinary conflict came to an end.

The conflict ended well. When the fighting broke out, neither negotiating team entered the closed building. Red Dog was very restrained and did not make any extraordinary moves.

It can be said that this extraordinary conflict ended with minimal losses.

Gold's speech was very fast, and towards the end of the incident, Borogo realized that Gold had not mentioned Nethaniel.

Nathaniel also appeared in the closed building. He was the one who killed the Silent One at the Fortress level, but he did not appear in the report at all...

Boluogo just wanted to raise his question, but as soon as the suggestion arose, Boluogo suppressed it himself.

Could it be that Nathaniel has hidden his whereabouts? What is he going to do? And that broken alchemical body, who controls it?

Just as Bologg was immersed in a new round of thinking, Gold called out Bologg's name, and his voice lingered in the room and crashed into Bologg's mind.

Under Gold's shout, Boluogo stood up blankly, and at the same time many eyes fell on him.

"I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you would stay in the border sanatorium for a few more days."

Gauld took a look at Boluogo. Apart from the work relationship, the two also had a good personal relationship due to the midnight journey, at least in Gold's view. As for Boluogo, Since the reality-shattering incident was completely resolved, he has had almost no contact with Gold.

Sometimes Gauld wonders if he is being too sentimental.

"Bologo Lazarus!"

Gold spread his hands and cheered, "The biggest hero in this extraordinary conflict!"

Bologna didn't understand what he was saying.

"Boluogo single-handedly eliminated all the speechless people in the closed building, which to a great extent prevented the situation from developing into a worse direction."

Boluogo was completely stunned. He had indeed eliminated most of the Silent Ones, but that was not a real threat at all. On the contrary, their power was perfected only when there was only one person left in the Silent Legion. display.

No...it's not perfect. Who knows how many speechless people there are in this world, and who knows how much power the only speechless person will gain when there is only one of them left.

This was not Borogo's merit, but Nethaniel's.

"You need merit and glory for others to recognize you."

Boluogo suddenly remembered what Nathaniel had said. Not only was he hiding his whereabouts, he was also taking the credit for himself.

Just as he was about to explain, Bologo realized that he could not directly expose Nathaniel. Who knew what he was planning. During Bologg's hesitation, warm applause rang out and filled the conference room.

"That's awesome, partner."

Palmer tugged at Burlogo's tattered trousers, looking beaming.

The others kept cheering, but Boluogo was livid at the awkward atmosphere. What was worse was that everyone was used to Boluogo's indifferent look, and no one noticed anything unusual about him.

Boluogo's mind was very confused. It had been very confusing since he left the border sanatorium. The anxiety was overlapping with many complicated events. An ordinary person would probably be on the verge of madness.

After the cheers, Gold talked a lot about the upcoming arrangements. The meeting ended and the field staff dispersed on the spot.

Boluogo sat in his seat and took a long breath. He enjoyed the rare peace, but then the greetings dragged him back to the world.

"well done."

A field clerk passed by Bologo, greeted him friendly, and then tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Amazing!"

"I've heard about his name for a long time."

"He is worthy of being the Rookie of the Year!"

Saying hello one after another, familiar or unfamiliar guys.

Boluogo is not good at words, and he is not good at socializing. After being alone for a long time, he has become somewhat resistant to close physical contact. But these people have stupid faces and stupid smiles, as if they have not seen each other for a long time. Like a friend, he praised Boluogo.

With his chest heaving, Bologo forced himself to smile reluctantly to cope with this unexpected social interaction.

Burlogo wanted to say that it was like a weird celebrity meeting, but when he thought about it, it was more like a ticket checkpoint. He was the unlucky ticket seller, reviewing these people's tickets and letting them leave them on his shoulders. brand.

This is too bad.

Fortunately, there were not many field staff present, and the uneasy forced socializing was quickly over.

Boluogo could finally breathe a sigh of relief this time and had time to sort out his messy thoughts.

Another figure stood next to Boluogo. Boluogo became irritable, but he still forced himself to be friendly and raised his head. It was a familiar figure.

"How's your recovery going? Bologg."

Unlike many field staff who came to praise him, this visitor showed concern for Boluogo, which surprised him.

"Kan...Kamp?" Boluogo recognized this acquaintance and nodded, "I'm okay, nothing happened."

Boluogo looked down and saw that his feet had turned black due to stepping on them, "I'm just a little embarrassed."

Kemp smiled at this, said hello to Bologo, and left, but on the way away from Bologo, the thunderous applause just now sounded repeatedly in his mind, and every beat was like It was like it was touching his heart, causing waves of pain.

"No, you shouldn't think that, Kemp."

Kemp took a deep breath to correct his mentality, but he still couldn't help but clenched his fists, hoping that the name people just called was his.

The gap between the two is getting wider and wider until it is no longer possible.

It's so dazzling and so despairing.