Endless Debt

Cere Velaris, the son of the Night King, is the noble Lord of the Night Tribe and the traitor who overthrew the Evernight Empire...

In Bolog's eyes, Sere always looked high-spirited. Even when he was hiding in the Undead Club, he relied on his outstanding charm to become a midnight prodigal, wandering around among the ladies.

Boluogo had to admit that some things are buried deep in some people's bones. Serei naturally has such a character. He will hold his head high no matter when and where. But now, Boluogo has never seen Serei. So haggard, like a homeless homeless man.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Boluogo expressed concern. He took a step forward, and Sere followed closely and retreated, always keeping his body in the shadow.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Serei replied in a low voice.

"Have you been thinking about it for several days and nights without closing your eyes?"

Borogo guessed that Threr might have been pressured by the rise of the Night Tribe.

Today's world has become turbulent. Sometimes Bologg feels that even the Undead Club is no longer safe. Sere must have felt a great sense of crisis. After all, after the complete rise of the Night Clan, they were the first to The thing should be to clear out the traitors.

Olivia's curse still echoes in Borlog's mind.

"No……"

There was obviously something wrong with Sere's mental state. He avoided Boluogo's words, but looked like he wanted to ask something, and it was not until the end that his voice slowly sounded.

"You met a Night Clan a few days ago, right?" Sere asked. "You took him to the Undead Club and took him away from here."

Boluogo was slightly surprised. He remembered that he had never told Sere about these things.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Bologo confessed.

"Who is that Night Clan?"

Scarlet eyes looked directly at Boluogo. This question was very important to Sere.

"A priest, an ordinary person, was endowed with blood by a Night Clan due to an accident." Boluogo continued to confess, while also testing Sere.

"Then what?"

"I caught him and locked him up in the Bureau of Order," Bologo said. "He should still be in the Crow's Nest, under review."

This time Sere closed his eyes and was silent for a long time. If Bologg hadn't noticed Sere's slight breathing, he once felt that Sere had left the shadows.

There was deathly silence in the stairwell, and joyful songs were rippling outside the stairwell. Under the beautiful scene, there was an undercurrent of crisis, swirling around.

"There's something wrong with that priest's blood."

Sere spent a lot of courage to say this, "The Night Clan who gave him blood must be a pure blood."

Sere couldn't figure it out. In the end of the Dawn War, he burned his brothers and sisters to death and sealed the Night King. In theory, apart from himself and his timid father, there should be no pure-blood Night King in this world. clan.

No... there are still some.

A name broke into Sere's mind. He couldn't believe it, and at the same time he felt extremely frightened. He was afraid that this conjecture would become true, which made him not know what to do.

"Not Olivia."

Boluogo said directly as if he knew what Sere was worried about.

Sere was stunned for a moment and looked directly at Boluogo.

"The priest confessed everything to me. The person who gave him blood was the regent." Bologo had new doubts. "That is to say, the regent is a pure blood... It stands to reason that in this world, , there shouldn’t be any purebloods anymore, right?”

Threben breathed a sigh of relief, and all the pressure from his body dissipated, but when he heard Borogo's next words, his eyes tightened again.

Boluogo looked at the shadows, and there were some footsteps in the shadows, and the sounds gradually faded away.

"It's so selfish, Sere," Bologg said unceremoniously, "It has nothing to do with Olivia, don't you care?"

Boluogo's words failed to hurt Sere in the slightest, and he completely disappeared into the shadows.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo quickly calmed down his mood. No matter how noble Sere's status was or how high-spirited he was, he could not change his coward nature.

This is a curse engraved in the blood of the Villeless family.

Borogo turned around and joined the party as if nothing had happened.

While Boluogo was talking to Sere, several new guests arrived at the Undead Club, including Bailie and Badr. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the joy lasted until late at night, until Hart was the first to leave.

"We have some action tomorrow, so we'll leave first."

Hart took Kemp and Shelley away with him. Since the Orangutan Sect and the Night Clan appeared around Oath City Opos, the Bureau of Order has strengthened patrols in the surrounding areas to increase its control. They will We have to go into the suburbs and track the traces of the enemy.

After this is Woxilin. She is very grateful to Boluogo and others for their hospitality, but like Hart, she will take office tomorrow. Wosilin hopes to go to bed early and start the first day of work in a good state. .

Everyone expressed their understanding, and then Wosselin took Palmer with a smile and forced Palmer to send her back.

Aimu left with Bailie and Badr. Boluogo wanted to see her off, but Aimu waved her away. Unlike others, Aimu went back to work overtime with Bailie.

The friends left and left, and in the end only Bologger was left alone in the Undead Club, cleaning up the mess with Bode after the carnival.

After cleaning up the garbage, Boluoge and Weier said hello, then opened the door and left.

At midnight, the streets were silent, with only the lonely streetlight shining alone on the roadside. The fresh air flowed from the wind that was still coming, gently touching the skin, making Boluogo sober up a lot. However, what he saw in front of him was The scene looked dilapidated and lonely.

The garbage bags were swept by the wind, as if a carnival had just ended on the street, leaving behind countless cigarette butts and bottle caps. The air was filled with the intoxicating smell of alcohol, which was particularly pungent at this time.

The curtains of the nightclubs on the street gradually fell, and the music gradually faded away. Boluogo's expression was a little dazed, as if he had been eroded by the carnival, and a sense of loneliness surged from the bottom of his heart. The ruin and loneliness were fully exposed in the silent night.

Boluogo looked at the street entrance. The night was blurry, mixed with psychedelic light and shadow. Groups of drunken people walked past laughing and supporting each other. Their voices, joyful and noisy, roared in his ears, breaking the silence of the night.

The aroma of wine is fragrant, and many men and women are slightly drunk, with joy shining in their eyes. On this beautiful night, people put their fatigue behind and laugh to their heart's content.

Boluogo walked silently on the streets. The current atmosphere reminded him of his internship career. At that time, he loved to go out at midnight to hunt those who tried to break the iron law in the shadows.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking wine bottles caught Boluogo's attention. Not far away, she saw two drunk men shouting something. Opposite the drunk men was a thin figure. She didn't want to pay much attention to these two men. People are just walking around minding their own business.

"Madam, I see you have been shopping here for a long time...is there something wrong?"

One of the drunk men walked over and tried to talk to the lady, but she ignored him and walked quickly around the block as if on patrol.

With the help of alcohol, the drunkard's expression became a little more angry at the lady's cold reaction, and another drunkard followed him. At this time, their figures happened to turn into the corner of the street, and Boluogo couldn't see them. , followed by a louder sound of the wine bottle breaking.

Boluogo realized that the situation was not good and immediately followed him quickly.

When Boluogo turned the corner, what appeared in front of him was a completely different scene. The drunkards fell to the ground, their faces covered with blood, dying, and the harassed lady stood next to the two drunkards. .

The lady was wearing a pitch black coat. The material was flexible and light, with no patterns, just a calm black color, simple and elegant.

She has a slender figure, and the coat fits her figure tightly. The smooth lines reflect her perfect curves. She does not wear any jewelry or accessories. The whole person exudes an indescribable mysterious atmosphere, as if she has a complex personality that is quiet on the outside and active on the inside. People have elusive feelings.

Like a shadow.

Bologg was not fascinated by her, but instead became extremely vigilant. From the time Bologg realized something was wrong to the time he arrived at the corner of the street, it only took more than ten seconds, and she solved the two people neatly and silently. .

Boluogo was not going to praise this lady for her skill, because he had already seen those scarlet eyes.

As dazzling as a ruby, even the veil on her face could not hide the brilliance.

Strangeness and familiarity intertwined, and Boluogo read the name instinctively.

"Olivia?"

Olivia was stunned for a moment. There were not many people in the world who could call her name, and she never expected to meet one at this time. At this time, Boluogo seemed to be afraid that Olivia would not recognize him. Like this, the snake scale fluid came out of the cuffs and directly cut Boluogo's palm open.

Having been with Sere for a long time, Bologo has a very good understanding of the culture of the Night Clan. In the eyes of the Night Clan, blood is not only their food and source of strength, but also the medium through which they connect with each other.

A weak blood energy rose, but under Olivia's keen sense of smell, the blood energy surged like a tsunami. She immediately recalled the identity of Boluogo, as well as her and his experiences from the smell of blood, and in this blood energy In the depths of my body, I noticed impurities that were hard to expel like poisonous insects.

A touch of blood that doesn't belong to Boluogo.

Olivia was familiar with the blood energy hidden in Boluogo's body. Therefore, like a furious beast, her temperament changed, and her coldness and depression spread rapidly. It was as if there were invisible swords, guns, swords and halberds, waving at Boluogo. Cut and arrive.

As one of the few Night Tribes to escape from the Land of Eternal Night, and Sere's abnormal behavior when he heard her name, Bologger could conclude that Olivia must have some kind of connection with Sere, and even said that Olivia must have some connection with Sere. Livia is most likely related to the rise of the disobedient royal court.

Facing Olivia's threat, Bologo's nerves immediately became tense. When he met Olivia for the first time, he was just a newcomer to the extraordinary world, but now Bologo has become a negative person. Now that he is in power, he has enough strength to challenge his once powerful enemies.

Fighting did not break out.

When the murderous intention towards Boluogo reached its peak, Olivia suddenly gave up, her aura dissipated and became extremely dull, which made Boluogo, who was already ready to fight, somewhat confused.

"Bologo?"

Olivia recognized Boluogo and called out his name with a slight smile in her voice, as if Boluogo was a savior who appeared in front of her in time.

Bologg stepped forward vigilantly. The Secret Power Edict was ready, ready to control Olivia. At this time, Olivia looked to the other side, and there was nothing there. Then Bologg realized , that is the direction of the Immortal Club.

For some reason, Olivia keeps wandering around the Undead Club.

Withdrawing her gaze, Olivia made up her mind, and a new plan arose in her mind. Before Bologo's ether caught her, she disappeared into the shadows, as if she had never existed.

A strong light burned in Boluogo's eyes, and the ether spread around like a tide, passing through the buildings, across the streets, and penetrated into every gap, searching for Olivia's figure. At the same time, the connection of the umbilical cord It also became tighter, and the twisted umbilical cord danced wildly in Boluogo's abdomen until it locked in one direction. It was also at this time that under the wildly expanding etheric perception, Boluogo noticed an evil figure.

"Olivia!"

Boluogo roared, his figure became distorted, and disappeared in place. After a second's delay, the ground cracked, the howling wind picked up the fallen leaves, and the windows shook violently, emitting bursts of mournful screams.

In Boluogo's perception, the evil figure also noticed Boluogo, but he did not escape, but quickly approached Boluogo.

Boluogo was confused at first, and then became more vigilant. Olivia had just escaped from his eyes, and now she turned back to look for him?

No... it wasn't Olivia. What Boluogo sensed was another person, another person that Olivia had been avoiding.

Boluogo immediately stopped walking, but the opponent did not slow down. He was getting closer and closer to Boluogo. As he approached, he also released his own ether reaction.

Invisibly, the two people's etheric coverage overlapped. Bologo detected the other person, and that person also wrapped the tentacles of the ether around Bologo's body.

In an instant, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of weightlessness, as if he had fallen into an abyss. The world in his eyes began to collapse, and the outline of the city was distorted and deformed, like a crazy oil painting.

The lines of the building became distorted and irregular, and the colors of the walls and floors began to change. The dark sky turned into gray-blue, and a strange atmosphere filled the darkness.

The looming colors changed rapidly in front of Boluogo's eyes. Some buildings that were originally red turned green, and the blue streets turned red. They were constantly changing, just like the reverse effect of a film.

The strange distortion flashed past, and the world returned to normal, turning into the scene that Boluogo was familiar with. However, Boluogo also vaguely realized that the world he was in was no longer the one he was familiar with. .

Before Boluogo could figure out what had happened to him, the approaching figure no longer concealed its power and released its own ether unscrupulously.

Those who condense, those who pray, those who bear power...

The level of power rapidly increased, and Boluogo's eyes became more solemn, until this power crossed the power bearer and reached the defender.

The snake scale liquid decisively wrapped around Boluogo's body, weaving a strong iron armor, and then the defender's ether reaction continued to climb upward, like the rising sun in the dark night, the irresistible and magnificent power was close at hand. .

"The Glorious One..."

Boluogo murmured, then his eyes sharpened, and he cursed in a low voice, "Damn Olivia!"

Amidst the curses, the other party slowed down, and a tall figure appeared in the darkness. Boluogo didn't recognize him, but he knew his eyes.

He has the same scarlet eyes as Olivia.