Endless Debt

In the dark room, Olivia leaned against Boluogo, as if she wanted to give him a warm hug, or as if she wanted to stab a dagger through Boluogo's chest...these two were seen by Boluogo. Come on, there doesn't seem to be much difference.

Boluogo looked at Olivia without changing his expression. The hazy black gauze covered her whole body, like a moist mist, blurring her figure and face into a dreamlike haze.

This should be some kind of alchemical weapon that blocks sunlight, just like sun protection clothing. It protects Olivia in the sun and also has a certain ability to move.

The warm breath was so close. Looking at this hazy figure, Bologo suddenly realized that he had never seen Olivia's true face. An inexplicable impulse rose from the bottom of Bologo's heart. Curious yet anxious, he raised his hand and lowered it to Olivia's ear, trying to lift off the mysterious veil.

Olivia said nothing, maintaining that subtle smile, her eyes collided with Boluogo's, red and green were mixed together, like blurred color blocks on the palette.

"Is this also a blood connection?"

Boluogo's hand hovered in mid-air, and his voice was clear and straight.

The smile on Olivia's face disappeared, and there was a bit of disappointment in her eyes, "That's right, within the Night Clan, depending on the purity of the blood, the upper-level Night Clan has complete suppression over the lower-level Night Clan."

"It's like this..." Boluogo frowned and thought for a moment, and came up with a word to describe this feeling, "Hypnosis?"

"That's right. This is a relatively mild method."

Olivia moved away and leaned to the side, keeping a safe distance from Boluogo. "Just like the gap between condensers, take myself as an example. The greater the bloodline gap, the more helpless the lower Night Clan will be." Resist me and they will enforce whatever I tell them to do, like the lowest bloodthirsty.”

"But when the blood gap gradually narrows, this kind of mandatory instruction is less effective. Instead, the lower night clan will have an inexplicable feeling of closeness to me."

Olivia turned to look at Boluogo and whispered softly, "Just like you just did."

"You will have an inexplicable liking for me. Subtly, you will trust me too much, so that you will be invisibly controlled by me, just like hypnosis."

"But I broke free."

"You have a strong willpower."

Olivia said in a disappointed tone, "I still want to see you make a fool of yourself."

"It should be more than that, right?"

Boluogo pretended not to hear Olivia's words, "I have Sere's blood, so it should be purer than yours."

"But that blood is too thin, and you are not a real Night Clan," Olivia added, "If you were a real Night Clan, maybe you would have surrendered to me now."

"You rely on this method to maintain the Eternal Night Empire? This kind of absolute iron law is indeed suitable for maintaining rule." Boluogo selectively ignored Olivia's words.

"Okay, okay, this method actually needs to be considered based on the opponent's rank. I can't just seduce a defender or a gloryer with just a few words." Olivia confessed.

"Um……"

Boluogo's sleepiness subsided a lot, followed by curiosity about the Night Clan.

The records of the Night Clan in the files of the Bureau of Order are not very detailed, mainly because when the Bureau of Order was established, many years had passed since the Dawn War, and during the Dawn War, due to the tight and closed ruling structure of the Night Clan, human beings It was difficult for one party to penetrate it and obtain any intelligence. Much of the subsequent information was brought out by Sere during his betrayal.

Therefore, although the Eternal Night Empire was destroyed, humans still have many unsolved mysteries about this mysterious and evil blood descendant group.

Boluogo also tried to pry out some useful information from Sere's mouth, but at that time Sere's brain was completely poisoned by alcohol, and he kept talking about the names of women.

Today, he might be able to verify all this from Olivia's mouth.

"We divide different blood lines based on the direct bloodline of the Night King, that is, different Lords of the Night Clan. Each blood line represents a force within the Night Clan, and among the various blood lines, this kind of power It’s not universal within a certain range.”

Olivia explained, "So this convenient power cannot be abused."

"Then did you use this power on the Regent?" Bologg's tone suddenly became serious, clearing away the pink atmosphere just now, "At least before he obtained the second blood gift from the Night King, you used it on him. Did you use this power?"

Olivia could have taken full control of the Regent and nipped this series of disasters at the source, but the result was still out of control.

The room fell silent, Olivia's expression turned gloomy, and she turned her eyes to the window, looking at the tall towers lined with lights and feasting.

"Just like what you talked to Osana before, we are born with a cheating device that distorts reality. We can manipulate the people around us at will to make everything look like what we want."

Olivia murmured, "Before everything gets out of control, I can indeed control the regent. As long as I use this power a little bit, he will fall in love with me hysterically. Even if I ask him to die for me, he will be willing to do so." .”

"But... is this really good? Bologo."

"You long for happiness and love, so you can get happiness and love. What's wrong with that?" Boluogo pretended not to understand.

"No, I mean, this kind of beauty is false. Once I use this power," Olivia didn't know how to describe it for a moment, "It's like...like a cheating game, I can It would be too vain for anyone to fall in love with me.”

Listening to her voice gradually getting lower, Boluogo asked again, "So you have done this before, right? Manipulating other people to create a beautiful world for yourself."

Olivia took a long time before replying, "Yeah."

After another pause, she continued, "At first I was satisfied and everyone loved me, but then I discovered that it was like a carefully packaged stage play, and the happiness and beauty I felt were all false. Yes, it’s just an empty body... What’s the point of being loved by something like that?”

"So you didn't restrain the regent. You tried to get that kind of pure emotion from him." Bologo's voice gradually became lower. "We all know what happened after that."

As Burlogo's thoughts drifted out of his mind, this conversation reminded Burlogo of Irwin, who was as stubborn as Olivia when it came to emotional authenticity.

No, Irwin is much crazier than Olivia. He fell in love with a devil.

Olivia hugged her knees and curled up. She seemed to be asleep or thinking about something. Boluogo looked at the vague outline. He guessed that in terms of age, Olivia She must be much older than herself. From a conventional perspective, she is already an old witch who has lived for a long time.

But Olivia is still young physically and mentally. She is like an unfortunate child, trapped in the shadow of her family from beginning to end. She tries to save herself, but only causes greater trouble. Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"You remind me of a man," Bologeau said.

"who?"

"Aimu."

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong?"

Olivia's eyes were bright, and she always seemed to want to conquer Boluogo in some way to prove her charm, "Are there any similarities between her and me?"

"There are indeed similarities," Boluogo replied seriously. "Just like you, due to some family reasons, we got into huge trouble."

Olivia's smile froze.

"But compared with you, her troubles are nothing." Boluogo changed his posture and hugged the resentment in his arms. "You are a legacy from the Eternal Night Empire, and the one who has the ability to deal with these problems guy, but he keeps avoiding...forget it, I don't like to assign responsibilities after the fact, this is what a judge should do.

What experts need to do is to take control of everything in their own hands before the situation worsens. "

Boluogo suddenly stood up and walked to the window. His pupils were infinitely close to the glass, peering into the tall tower standing in the center.

"We are not only a mission, but also an investigation team. As long as we find out that the Secret Group is involved with the Night Clan, we will have reason to take coercive measures against the Bureau of Order."

Boluogo's eyes fell on Olivia, as if a sharp needle pricked her skin, "And you, Olivia, you followed the traces of the regent. With your noble With your bloodline, you are an extremely sophisticated radar of the Night Clan."

"Tomorrow we will probably go to the Holy Hub to meet the so-called Council of Sages. I will find an opportunity to evacuate and investigate the Holy Hub. I need your help."

Olivia was a little afraid of the attentive Boluogo, "What if we are discovered?"

"Osana will cover for us. She said so much. She just hopes to use our power to fight against the hostile forces in the Secret Group. She will not let go of this opportunity."

Boluogo seemed to have thought of something interesting. He turned around, and the faint light passed by him, setting off his figure into a dark shadow.

"It seems like I have a lot of helpers."

It took Olivia a few seconds to realize that she had always been just a tool to achieve her goals in Bolog's eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed. This was no longer a question of doubting her charm again, but doubt. Is Burlogo normal?

"Have you always been like this? Don't you have any selfish desires?" Olivia couldn't help but ask, Boluo Ge always brought her rounds of frustration.

"I'm just very rational and will separate personal desires from work."

Bologg looked at Olivia sitting on the sofa and had to admit that even though she was covered with a hazy black gauze, Bologg could still detect Olivia's surprise from the vague beauty. But it was only a visual surprise, and his heart was as calm as a puddle of stagnant water.

"It's you, why do you always want to test me?" Boluogo put his hands on the hilt of the sword and leaned the sword on the ground. "You think you can gain some sense of value and value through the act of conquering me?" Self-identity?”

Boluogo sighed, "How pitiful."

Pitiful.

Boluogo's words pierced Olivia's heart like a sharp knife. This kind of irony to the soul was far more cruel than the physical pain. Her whole body tensed up instantly, accompanied by a faint murderous intention. Her blood was brimming with blood, as if she would take out a dagger and fight with Boluogo in the next second.

"What? Did I poke a painful spot?" Boluogo didn't care about Olivia's mood.

"Your behavior is not rational."

Olivia quickly calmed down, and she realized that this should be a test by Boluogo.

"I admire rationality, but that doesn't mean that everything must be viewed rationally. It's too rigid," Bologo explained. "I just want to scold you."

"Why?" Olivia was scolded inexplicably.

"The way you survive, Olivia," said Borogo, "is that you crave recognition and validation of your self-worth from others. This habit has become your instinct, just like what you just did to me. It’s the same thing.”

Boluogo suddenly moved forward, walked in front of Olivia, and said condescendingly, "What reaction did you want me to have just now?"

Olivia was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. She thought Boluogo was a calm and rigid wooden person, but now he has become extremely strong, like a heavy rock pressing on her chest, making her unable to breathe. .

Boluogo bent down, and the two of them were very close, as if they were going to kiss each other.

"Do you want me to be seduced by your charm and do something ungrateful? Do you want to obey you verbally just to gain your favor, or do you want me to shake me with your own existence without relying on the power of blood? What’s going on in your mind?”

Boluogo suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on Olivia's thigh. The delicate texture of the black gauze rubbed against his palm, followed by a cold touch. Boluogo found that the body temperature of the Night Clan was much lower than that of ordinary people, like cold corpses.

"Oh, you conquered Boluogo, and another person surrendered to you, and then what? Olivia, you did it, and then what?"

Boluogo pinched his wrist hard, as if he wanted to break Olivia's thigh, and his voice became deeper and deeper, with terrifying aggression.

"Tell me, Olivia, what happens next?"

"Get away!"

Olivia was pushed to the limit and pushed Bologg away with both hands. Bologg took a few steps back, as if surrendering, with his hands raised in the air and a smile on his face.

"Look, Olivia, actually you haven't thought about what will happen next. You just like this process to satisfy your broken heart and enjoy the minimal value of your existence."

Olivia's eyes were filled with mist. She curled up on the sofa, one hand covering the spot that Boluogo had just pinched, and the other hand silently clenched the dagger.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"What I want to say is that there are many ways to gain self-identity and existential value. You don't need to use this method to survive. This is very unhealthy." Bologo explained.

"Or are you accustomed to this way of living? Becoming a parasite that depends on the fate of others?"

"Shut up."

Olivia stood up and walked into the shadows, Bologg consuming the last bit of her interest.

"In this regard, you are indeed very similar to Sere, but Sere is more extreme than you." Bologo thought of the women Sere had conquered, and he whispered, "So Sere is sicker than you." The ones are heavier.”

There was no response from the shadow, and Boluogo sat back on the sofa. After the dead silence lasted for a while, he said again.

"Good night."

I slept on and off for 12 hours. The more I slept, the sleepier I became. I felt like I could hardly wake up. Just one update for now.