Endless Debt

Boluogo could feel that his consciousness was waking up from the darkness, but this time after he stabilized his mind, he did not open his eyes immediately, but waited for a while.

This may sound boring, but in Bologo's daily life, this is a rare spice of life.

First, he opened a small crack. In his blurry vision, the light was a little dim. Boluogo speculated that he might have been in a coma for a while, and the sky had darkened again. It was also possible that he was lying in a closed room.

His nose moved slightly and he sniffed vigorously. Boluogo didn't notice the smell of disinfectant, but only a familiar aroma of wine.

It's time to unravel the mystery.

When he fully opened his eyes, what he saw was not the familiar gray and white ceiling in the ward, but the gorgeous suspended ceiling. Even in the dim light, Boluogo could still clearly see the precious oil paintings hanging on the walls.

He sat up from the soft bed. From the gorgeous decoration and the position where he finally fell, Boluogo could conclude that he was in a certain room in the Undead Club.

He lowered his head and checked his body. The tattered and blood-stained clothes had been replaced by a set of neat pajamas. However, the size of the pajamas was a bit wrong. Bologna was too loose for them. .

At this time, a faint snoring sound came from the side.

Boluogo turned his head alertly and saw a strong figure lying not far from him. His head was completely stuffed under the pillow, and dull snores came one after another. Because this double bed was too huge, Boluogo completely ignored the guy next to him.

"Ser...Serre?"

Bologor silently moved his buttocks to keep himself away from Sere.

The snoring stopped, and Sere slowly pulled his head out from under the pillow. His messy hair covered his face, and the scarlet light in his eyes dimmed due to sleepiness.

"Oh? You're awake."

Serei turned over as he spoke, with his whole body facing up. After a moment of relief, he turned his head sideways again and held his head with one hand.

It must be admitted that with Serei's aristocratic aura that penetrates into his bones and his excellent appearance, all the women who date Serei will be filled with excitement when they wake up in this bed and see this scene.

But Boluogo is not a woman. He doesn't want to date Sere at all, let alone how he feels about this situation. He embedded Sere into the wall without a fist, which is already a great testimony of the profound friendship between them. .

"Don't worry, don't worry, nothing happened between us."

Seeing Boluogo's body language full of resistance, Sere explained in time, "I only date elegant ladies. I'm not interested in a perverted murderer like you."

"Oh, very good."

Boluogo nodded vigorously and got out of bed very smoothly.

"Your clothes are rotten, so I lent you my pajamas. As for your weapons, they have been cleaned and placed by the door."

Sere is as considerate as a personal butler.

"OK."

Boluogo walked to the other end of the room and scanned his eyes. Countless oil paintings hanging on the walls came into view... not only oil paintings, but also photos, sculptures and other carriers that can leave information about someone's face. Like exhibits in a memorial hall, they surround Sere's super-large bed.

An inexplicable chill spread on Boluogo's back. He always felt that those things were not dead. They seemed to be alive and looked at him.

The snake scale fluid followed Boluogo's arm, transformed into a snake and crawled back under his clothes. When he bit it, there were no scratches or blood stains on the dark sword blade, even though it had just experienced an encounter with the Glorious One not long ago. The desperate battle.

Raising his hand to grab the door handle, Boluogo tried to turn it, but found that the door handle was motionless and locked.

"Wait a minute, Boluogo, I haven't said you can leave yet."

The cold breath became more solemn. Boluogo turned his head. The lazy sleepiness on Sere's face disappeared. He combed his messy blond hair back. His expression became extremely cold, as if covered with a layer of cold. Frost.

It was difficult for Boluogo to connect the current Sere with the previous Sere. He could only comfort himself that the undead were all like this, just like a psychopath who could not control his emotions and behavior.

"What's wrong? Sere," Bologg said bluntly, "you look like you want to kill me."

"Are you telling a bad joke? This is the Immortal Club."

Sere's voice was smiling, but his facial muscles seemed to be necrotic, without any change at all, "'Kill' the undead?"

Boluogo sighed, moved a chair from the side, and sat down with Sere looking at each other.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Just out of the tiger's den and like a wolf's mouth, Bologo is used to this, and his expression is surprisingly calm. As for Sere... Borogo doesn't think that Sere will do anything to him, let alone the restrictions placed on him by the Undead Club. Even if If the fight really starts, with the difference in alchemy matrix, Boluogo will also have the confidence to fight against this old antique Sere.

Serei's appearance was just to express his attitude to himself.

He was serious and not joking with himself.

Sere asked, "Who beat you like this?"

"Are you concerned about me?"

Sere stared at Boluogo, "Boluogo, you really have no sense of humor. You don't even know when to make a joke."

"I just think the current atmosphere is a bit too serious. I should make some jokes to lighten the atmosphere. What do you think?" Bologo asked.

This time Sere was silent for a moment, and then laughed in a very stiff way.

"Hahaha!"

Sere smiled like a cold robot.

Just when he was about to continue making this disturbing noise, Boluogo did not follow the routine and said simply.

"Prince Regent, I met the Prince Regent."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

When Boluogo's vision became clear again, he had already come out of Sere's bedroom. His hands and feet were hanging down weakly. When he raised his head, Sere held himself under his arm like moving goods. Moving quickly down the corridor.

Bologg's mood is very calm about this. Now he has classified the undead and the insane into the same category. Even if Sere is like a gorilla, screaming and running around happily, Bologg will not Surprised.

"Prince Regent! Prince Regent!"

Sere screamed, and his pace became much faster, almost like running.

"So what's going on?"

Sere stood behind the bar, poured a glass of orange juice for Bologo, and listened to his kind questions. It was only at this moment that Bologo felt that everything was back on track.

"Compared with these, I'm more curious, was this what you were like just now?"

Borogo stabbed Sere's pain accurately, recalling Sere's demeanor a few minutes ago.

"Cold, taciturn... Think about it, this is what a prince of the Night Clan should look like, and the psychotic side you often show is more like a disguise to cover yourself up, or to numb yourself. Placebo.”

Bologo is very similar to Sere, at least very similar to Sere's personality when he was young.

The smile that Sere finally managed to create on his face froze, and his expression calmed down. This time he took off his mask, and the sense of stupidity and stupidity in his body also faded a lot.

At this time, Se Lei really looked like a lonely young man, and sighed helplessly, "It's strange, you are always very sharp in this regard."

"I'm a professional," Bologo said.

"If your professional skills were used elsewhere, you might have a completely different life," Sere said with a smile. "For example, if you deal with those women, you can see through their psychological flaws at a glance and make them play tricks on you."

"Emotionally, I feel like I have a mysophobia. I can't do that kind of thing, not to mention I can't feel happiness from it."

Burlogo rejected it outright, and then added, "I think emotions are sacred things, and it makes no sense to treat them in such a utilitarian way."

"Huh? That sounds pretty good."

Regarding this part, Sere did not impose too much. Some people can feel happy from watching movies, and some people can feel happy from punishing sins. In the final analysis, everyone has different ways of having fun, just like how everyone lives. Not the same either.

"how about you?"

Bologna thought of the portraits of women on the walls of his bedroom.

"Did Olivia's birth come from true love, a utilitarian calculation, or was it just an accident?"

Boluogo sarcastically mocked Sere, "I think it was an accident. You have no sense of responsibility at all, let alone a father."

This time Sere's reaction was calm, not angry, and he didn't say anything funny to lighten the atmosphere. He leaned on the bar with both hands, his face lowered, and his smile became a little helpless.

"I think I am quite responsible, for example..."

"Like you and each of your wives?" Boluogo teased, "If you say this, do you believe it?"

Boluogo picked up the orange juice and took a sip, "If you really have a sense of responsibility, you won't hide in the Undead Club, but go out and clean up the mess you left."

Sere was unable to lift his head from what Boluogo said. He also wanted to retort, but before he could say anything, he swallowed it back.

"Serei, why did you overthrow the Evernight Empire in the first place?"

Bologg couldn't help but ask, this is the ultimate mystery of the Dawn War, and it is also the trigger for the rise of the Night Clan. Bologg is so close to the truth, after all, the creator is right in front of him, within reach.

But the truth was so far away, and Boluogo knew instinctively that Sere would not say anything.

Serei whispered, "You won't believe it if I tell you."

"After all, it's up to me to believe it or not."

Burlogo began to enjoy this offensive. He was like an interrogator, pressing forward step by step through words.

"love and peace."

Sere was afraid that Boluogo didn't hear clearly, so he raised his head, showed an extremely sincere smile, and repeated.

"For love and peace."

Burlogo repeated, "For love and peace?"

Sere nodded again, "For love and peace."

This time, Boluogo was silent. He drank all the orange juice with his head down, and his breath weakened, and then he spoke.

"I met Olivia near the Undead Club. She was hiding from the Regent. I guess Olivia's plan is that once she can't resist the Regent, she will come to the Undead Club to seek refuge."

Boluogo didn't hide anything and told everything about his experience.

"I was tricked by Olivia. I tried to track her, but was discovered by the Regent." Bologg glanced at Sere, "Maybe it's because Olivia and I have similar auras. The Regent Think of me as Olivia and release the secret energy to capture me.”

As the daughter of Sere, Olivia's blood is similar to Sere's, and Bologo's body is mixed with Sere's blood. This is the blood from the Night Tribe lord. It is rare and cannot be removed by the axis of time. s things.

"I didn't notice your fight." Sere said doubtfully.

"It's the regent's secret power," Bologo explained. "His secret power can create a regional mirror world, where the battle will not cause any abnormalities in the material world."

Boluogo thought for a moment and then added, "It's a very interesting secret power, but as a Glory One, I think the Regent's secret power is more than that. It should have more effects, but the Regent didn't use it."

"You escaped from the hands of a Glorious One?" Sere felt incredible.

"It's not really an escape, more like he let me go."

Talking about this, Boluogo felt inexplicably absurd, "The Regent is a very arrogant and neurotic guy. He almost meets all the stereotypes I have about the undead."

"He said there was a gap in rank between me and him, so he made a rule that was close to fair. As long as I lasted in his hands until dawn, I would win. I did it, so he gave up and let it go. Me."

Boluogo said while observing the change in Sere's expression, "Olivia is the only remaining member of the Night clan after the Dawn War, except for you. I guess the regent was born through Olivia's blood. , that is to say...after the Dawn War, Olivia bypassed the "Dawn Oath" and created a new group of Night Clan, and the Regent is the most powerful among them."

"As for now, it is obvious that Olivia has lost control of the New Night Clan and even allowed the Regent to seize power. Now the New Night Clan led by the Regent, that is, the Disobedient Royal Court, is hunting Olivia. They need her pure blood to create more high-level Night Clan."

When it was time for Tu Qiong to meet, Boluogo asked simply and neatly.

"What will you do? Sere, sit back and let this happen?"

Serei didn't respond and just drank by himself. After letting out a long sigh, he seemed to have figured it out and spoke.

"I'm retired, Borogo, truly retired."

After saying that, Sere walked out from behind the bar and stepped onto the stairwell without looking back.

Looking at his fleeing figure, Boluogo felt an inexplicable anger, but he could do nothing but stare.

"What happened to you?"

Boluogo couldn't help but sigh, and then repeated the ridiculous words.

"love and peace."

I was so sleepy that I thought I had updated it today.