Endless Debt

Chapter 97 Nightlife

It's late at night, and the light in the city has weakened a lot, and the surrounding area has fallen into darkness. Only the street lights are still burning like torches, but in the most prosperous area of ​​the city, the lights are still there, and people are coming and going, as if this place is not affected by day and night. bondage.

"You have a really good appetite."

Boluogo's expression was a little complicated. Opposite him, half a fried chicken, two beef burgers, French fries, and mashed potatoes were placed on the table.

There was only a sandwich on the plate in front of him, which contained fried eggs, bacon, and a glass of orange juice.

Boluogo is a self-disciplined person. He feels that it is not advisable to eat too much at night, especially such greasy food. The only indulgence is to drink a little alcohol.

"Work is very physically demanding."

Palmer said and stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth. He didn't know what the structure of his mouth was. Such a big chicken leg was stuffed in, and only one chicken bone was pulled out.

He chewed, burped, and then continued eating. He ate all the food like a storm. After finishing the meal, Palmer was still a little unsatisfied and peeked at Bologna's sandwich.

"Another sandwich, please."

Boluogo raised his hand helplessly and ordered another for his partner.

Late at night, many restaurants in Opos are closed, but the Agreement Area is an exception. As the most prosperous area in Opos, many places here are open 24 hours a day.

After cleaning up the stains on their bodies and changing their clothes in the Order Bureau, the two of them came here to have a midnight snack.

"Woohoo, thank you for the generous Mr. Lazarus!"

Palmer praised, forking away the sandwich from Bologna's plate. Boluogo's face was expressionless.

"Are you really the heir to the Clerks family? Do you even need me to treat you to supper?"

"Big families also have poor heirs, right?" Palmer chewed something in his mouth, his voice slurred.

"But aren't you some kind of heir? You can't be considered down and out, right?"

"This is how I got into trouble with my family. Although I still have a reputation, I don't have anything substantial at all. I have to earn everything I eat and drink by myself."

Palmer wolfed down his food and choked a little. He reached out to grab the orange juice, only to find that he had already drank it all. Bologna could only sigh helplessly, push his own orange juice over, and eat it in front of Bologna. are gone.

"Your sandwich, sir."

At this time, the waiter came and placed the sandwich that was ordered for Palmer in front of Boluogo.

"Please give me another glass of orange juice," said Borogo.

"Phew, come to life."

Palmer slumped down in his chair, rubbing his stomach, while Burlogo silently forked his sandwich and ate it.

"Come to think of it, Palmer, if the Clerks family is considered a shareholder of the Bureau of Order, can the Clerks family influence any decisions made by the Bureau of Order?"

Burlogo remembered Palmer's words and was intrigued.

"I'm not sure about this. The Bureau of Order operates independently. It's more like an alliance, an alliance called the Bureau of Order, which unites the six founders, as well as those secret societies who are willing to join... like The Rhine League itself."

Palmer spoke lazily, pointing his finger to the sky, "Only the big shots know this kind of thing, right? It's like the 'decision-making room'. Speaking of which, I've been in the job for so long, and I've never been to the 'decision-making room'. It’s like that damn place doesn’t exist.”

"Then have you seen the director?" Boluogo asked again.

"I haven't seen it, but I have met the deputy director," Palmer said. "I have also had this question, but I heard from other people that the previous directors rarely came forward, and most of them were hidden in the 'decision-making room.' The 'decision-making room' is the brain of the Order Bureau, and it is kept strictly confidential. Even the ministers mostly don't know the specific situation of the 'decision-making room'.

We can only be summoned by the ‘decision-making room’, but we cannot take the initiative to go to the ‘decision-making room’. "

"It sounds so mysterious," said Burlogo.

"The Order Bureau is like this. It's very orderly. You know what you need to know, and you don't know what you shouldn't know."

"So the logo of the Bureau of Order comes from your six founding families?" Boluogo asked again.

Chains and swords, six crossed swords, exactly corresponded to the six founding families. Boluogo didn't think this was a coincidence.

"Six families, six secret societies, six occult schools."

Palmer said frankly.

"Yes, that's the case. Each sword represents a secret society, and that secret society reaches a certain extreme in a school of thought. Our Clerks family is the extreme of the 'Domination School'. It is said that the never-ending wind in Fengyuan Highland is caused by our family, but I don’t know what is going on.

Although I am the heir, I haven't really inherited it all, right? "

Reaching the extreme of a certain school of thought... Bologo couldn't help but think of Silin Kogadel. From the current point of view, the so-called "Glorious One" is the ultimate.

If there is no "Crowned One" in this world.

Boluogo smiled helplessly. Only at this time could he reluctantly realize that the second-rate guy in front of him still had a noble and glorious background.

Palmer casually picked up the remaining fries, dipped them in ketchup and continued stuffing them into his mouth, looking decadent.

Although it is open 24 hours, there are actually not many people in the restaurant late at night. Some people are sleeping drunkenly in the corner, some are chatting, and some people continue to join the carnival on the dance floor after packing some food.

Both of them finished their supper and enjoyed the tranquility after the mission. The city was quiet in the dark night.

"Why do you hate your family so much?"

Boluogo was quite curious. With such a noble background, Palmer would have had a completely different life than he did now, even if he was an unlucky man.

"They don't like me riding a bike. They think it's inappropriate for me to hang out on the streets on a motorcycle," Palmer said seriously.

"..."

Boluogo sighed, feeling that this was Palmer's reason for making nonsense. He didn't want to say the reason, and he didn't need to force anything.

He just felt that he didn't seem to understand Palmer very well, and he didn't have a deeper understanding of his partner, but when he thought about it carefully, Palmer didn't seem to understand him very well either.

In fact, many things are like this. Everyone has their own little secret. Even if they live together through life and death, they still don't have the courage to tell the secret.

At this time, a group of people opened the door of the restaurant and walked in. They smelled heavily of alcohol and their faces were full of joy. The men and women were all dressed in bright clothes. They seemed to have come from the nightclub next door, where there was music and entertainment. There was wine and rising joy, but there was no delicious food.

They were ordering food at the front desk and chatting.

"I heard that a factory over there in Llandring collapsed."

Both Boluogo and Palmer looked a little bad.

"Little things, small things, this damn place always collapses. Do you still remember the 'Autumn Injury Incident' a few years ago? The big crack suddenly collapsed, and a branch crack extended out, directly causing several nearby The community collapsed into a large fissure.”

"The Great Rift is really dangerous. I don't know if it will collapse into the agreement area."

"Don't worry, people from the Geological Bureau have checked it out. It's very safe here in the agreement area."

People chatted about trivial matters, as if they were watching the fragmented lives of others.

"Speaking of which, have you ever seen "The Wandering Rat"? It's a stage play. A reporter friend of mine went to see it today. He was originally going to watch it and have fun with us, but this guy said he was shocked. I have to go back and think about life and stuff.”

"Have you heard, what's the matter, the performance is great?"

"I don't know, it sounds pretty good anyway."

The conversation attracted the attention of Boluogo. One of his great regrets today was that he could not see "The Wandering Rat". It was really a pity for Kodenin's thoughts.

But it doesn’t matter, there will be plenty of time to see it in the future.

"I'll go check out."

Boluogo stood up and said.

Speaking of which, he is still paying wages today. I heard from Jeffrey that the field department will pay a certain fixed salary every month. In addition to the fixed salary, there are also things similar to performance. The so-called performance is to go out to perform tasks. Every time it is performed, Tasks will award bonuses based on the difficulty of the task.

Today is the richest day since Boluogo was released from prison.

The two were about to walk out of the restaurant when another group of people passed by on the street, which surprised Boluogo.

In Shenbei District, there are basically few living people at night, but in the Agreement Area, there are carnival crowds everywhere.

The strong smell of alcohol and perfume hit his face, and the gorgeous figure came into his eyes. Bologg was stunned. Not only Bologg was dumbfounded, but also Palmer was stagnant in place.

At this moment, a group of models was walking towards them. The women were wearing sexy clothes and outlined graceful curves on their bodies. They were like flowers, coming together to form a huge flower group.

But what really shocked the two of them was not the beautiful figure in the middle of the night, but the guy surrounded by flowers among the women.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Palmer yelled.

The man was tall, with long golden hair, a handsome face, and a charming smile. Then the man discovered Boluogo and Palmer, and bursts of joy rose on his face.

"Yo! Burlogo! Palmer!"

Sere walked out from among the flowers and hugged the two of them. The two tried to struggle, but Sere was too strong. The alcohol and perfume mixed with a strong male scent almost suffocated the two of them.

From the corner of his vision, he could see that Serei's flowers were obviously displeased. It seemed that Serei was not as enthusiastic towards them as he was towards the two of them.

"What a coincidence. Do you want to play with us?" Serei invited directly.

"Of course..."

"No, we are tired enough today and need to rest."

Burlogo interrupted Palmer directly and refused.

Palmer's eyes were filled with sadness and anger, but when he met Burlogo's cold gaze, he still listened to Burlogo's opinion.

"That's a shame. I'll come and play here more often when I have the chance!"

Sere patted the two of them on the shoulders vigorously. He was referring to the Club of the Immortal.

Falling into the flowers again, Sere walked toward another nightclub surrounded by flowers. Bologo could still vaguely hear their conversation.

"Are you coming to my house soon? My roommate is a cat named Wei'er. He can do backflips."

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