Endless Debt

The follow-up treatment of the Secret Group is much more troublesome than Boluogo imagined. First, he helped the Rhapsody family rebuild its power structure, and then the Bureau of Order further penetrated and dominated the Secret Group. Knowledge, intelligence, and research were shared with each other. , integrate these scattered forces and twist them together...

Just the sound of these things is a headache, but fortunately, Boluogo is not responsible for these things.

When the troops led by Heine completely occupied the Holy Hub and cleaned out the piles of corpses, under the leadership of the Rhapsody family, a temporary winding path door was built. It would land at the transfer station and become the gateway for many One of the doors leads directly to the headquarters of the Bureau of Order and the reclamation room.

After confirming safety, a group of logistics staff descended along the Winding Path Gate. They vomited on the spot for three minutes. After simply taking medicine, they immediately got into work enthusiastically.

Field staff are responsible for fighting and killing, while logistics staff are responsible for production and operations, each performing their own duties.

Under this intense operation, Boluogo and others were able to relax. There were no enemies in the Hidden Land, so the sword was sheathed.

Then, Boluogo spent several more days in the Hidden Land. During these days, the Hidden Land was still undergoing intense reconstruction and preparation. The end of one war was naturally the beginning of another. .

In the past few days, Boluogo has traveled almost all over the Hidden Land. During this period, he also returned to various areas where he fought previously. At the bottom of the forging pit, Boluogo also saw a group of extremely rare guys.

The fifth group, hunter's bow.

There are many action groups within the Field Support Department that have little sense of existence. They rarely operate in public view, and most of them undertake some very special functions, such as the eighth group and the disaster early warning team that have been nesting in the deep mountains and forests for many years, chasing ether vortex points. , and another example is the fourth group, the Desperate Watchers, who had been sticking to the abandoned land before.

The fifth group is also such a special operations group. They are good at tracking. Like bounty hunters, they travel between countries and hunt criminals wanted by the Bureau of Order. In addition, they and other field staff There is another big difference between them. Almost every member of the fifth group will have an alchemically transformed beast as a partner.

Hounds, falcons, war horses... After targeted specialization, the beasts are like specialized tools, assisting the work of the fifth group.

When Bologger arrived at the underground dock, he saw several members of Team 5 scouting there, with hounds sniffing at the dried blood.

Seemingly noticing Boluogo's curiosity, a staff member named Xinda explained to Boluogo, "We have been chasing the Night Clan recently, and these little things have been trained to attack the Night Clan. I am extremely sensitive to the smell, and even if a week has passed, I can still detect some clues."

Boluogo nodded and watched a hound walking past his feet. It had strong muscles, a thorn-like collar around its neck, and a layer of defensive chainmail on its back.

Boluogo had no doubt that this ghost could kill a first-stage sublime person in one bite if necessary. This kind of specialized alchemy creature was actually just a small thing in Xinda's mouth.

The hound circled Boluogo several times, its eyes gradually becoming wary, and threatening grunts came from its throat.

"Is it trying to attack me?" Bologo asked.

"Quiet, this is not an enemy."

Xinda said as she slapped the hound on the head, a light blow that knocked the dog's head sideways. Such a big hound made a sound of aggrievedness and turned around to continue searching.

Boluogo's expression was a little complicated. At this time, he couldn't help but think of Laika, the big dog that was as big as a beast and Palmer's childhood friend.

"Sorry, it just smells the strong Night Clan blood on you," Xinda explained, "Even after all kinds of specialization, they are still not as smart as humans and cannot handle overly complicated things. They need an animal trainer to be there. Guidance from the side.”

Bologo expressed his understanding that communication between people is strenuous enough, let alone people and other living things.

"Is it behavioral? Or is it tacit understanding? You seem to understand what it says." Boluogo asked curiously.

“There are all related factors, but the most important thing is long-term training and running-in,” Xinda said. “This is related to our tradition. Every member who joins the fifth group will receive a partner and raise them since childhood. , and carry out alchemical transformation on it along with our promotion."

Xinda smiled at Boluogo, "In the long run, with some special means, we can communicate with it to a certain extent, just like a strange secret power."

Boluogo looked at the back of the hound searching. In addition to it, there were several hounds sniffing on the dock.

"Any clues?"

Boluogo glanced at the churning underground river. The night tribes who were disobedient to the royal court relied on this secret passage to continuously transport blood people outwards. If they walked along the underground river to the end, they might be able to find something.

"We found it, but it's not really a discovery," Xinda explained. "On the first day of reconnaissance, we moved along this underground river and arrived at an outlet. There was an abandoned outpost on the coast. The station has not been abandoned for a long time, it should be what happened that day."

Burlogo responded with a slight disappointment, "Okay, I understand."

"Don't be so impatient, take it step by step, and you will find the answer sooner or later," Xinda comforted, "You have done your best, Boluogo, it's time to rest for a while."

Boluogo was slightly surprised, "You know my name."

"Of course, you are now famous for killing Bologo who penetrated the tower."

Boluogo stood there with a look of astonishment on his face, while Hinda didn't notice this at all and clapped politely.

…

After a few days of brief stay, the situation of the Secret Regiment stabilized. Holt led his team members to continue stationed here, while Boluogo and Palmer returned first to enjoy a short vacation.

Standing in front of the makeshift door of the winding path, Boluogo swallowed the medicine in one gulp to avoid the strange feeling caused by traveling through the long winding path.

It stands to reason that returning home for the holidays is a joyful thing, but Boluogo is not too happy now because the disturbing screams beside him are endless.

"How do you feel, the famous Boluogo?"

Palmer's expression was beaming and exaggerated. As he asked, he nudged Boluogo with his elbow, looking mean.

"Shut up."

Boluogo said weakly, full of exhaustion.

At this time, a clerk passed by not far away. He noticed Bologe and waved excitedly to Bologg, who could only respond with a tired smile.

On the night when Borogo killed the tower, the information that the Hidden Land had completely fallen and that the Council of Sages had been wiped out spread to all directions. Every force was shocked by the lightning-fast offensive of the Bureau of Order, fearing that they would become the next one. With a goal, the situation in the world suddenly stabilized unexpectedly and became extremely peaceful.

In this calm, the uneasy forces tried to dig deep for information, trying to figure out what happened in the hidden land that day...

Boluogo has never doubted the Bureau of Order's intelligence blocking capabilities, but this time, the intelligence of that day was not concealed. Instead, it was diluted and blurred to a certain extent and passed among the various forces. Boluogo guessed that this should be intelligence released deliberately by the Bureau of Order to deter other forces and declare its own strength.

In this diluted piece of intelligence, the Bureau of Order revealed the existence of Holt, an extremely young Glorious Person. In the eyes of many forces, he will take over Nathaniel's responsibilities and become the Minister of Field Affairs. As a The extremely terrifying threat continues to suppress other forces.

Holt is already a Glorious One. This is an unchangeable fact. For this reason, compared to Holt, the person who truly threatens others is the number two figure in the intelligence, namely Borogo Lazarus.

Borogo holds many titles, the most notable of which is his status as an immortal.

An undead person in the defender stage played a key role in conquering the Hidden Land. Once Bologe is promoted to a Glory One, Bologe will be a more troublesome existence than Holt. It is even said that Bologe Luo Ge will rely on the long lifespan of the undead to exert irresistible suppression on all forces until the alchemical matrix is ​​completely opened up by the times.

The news continued to spread, and the Bureau of Order did not control it. As if he was deliberately creating a god, Boluogo's reputation grew bigger and bigger. Originally he was only famous within the Field Service Department, but now he is famous throughout the Bureau of Order and even among many forces. .

When I met Holt by chance the day before, Holt even joked about Boluogo, "I thought that after becoming a Glory, I would be able to attract much attention. But in front of you, my glorious time was as short as a shooting star."

Boluogo could only smile awkwardly. He didn't care about reputation at all. On the other hand, Boluogo hated reputation very much. This would affect his work. In this way, all enemies would be more wary of him in the future. of.

"Enjoy this honor, Boluogo, you deserve it and you must."

After smiling, Holt said with a somewhat serious tone, "War is coming, and we need such a flag to unite our morale and spirit."

Burlogo realized something belatedly.

"No one can guarantee who will survive the next war. Even I, as a Glory One, may not be able to promise these things. The death of me, Nethaniel, or any other high-ranking person will be a major blow to the Bureau of Order itself. A blow, but you are different, Boluogo, you are an immortal, no matter what, you will not fall."

Holt elaborated to Burlogo, "You will be the best person for the flag."

"Is it famous?"

Boluogo broke away from the memory and muttered to himself.

"Yes, you are famous," Palmer repeated, curiously, "How does it feel to be in the spotlight? Do you feel light and airy?"

"No, I just feel heavy, as if my shoulders are loaded with other people's expectations, and I can hardly breathe."

Thinking of these, Boluoge felt deeply tired, which is why, even though he had defeated a powerful enemy and celebrated the holidays, Boluogo still couldn't be happy.

"I'm really hard to empathize with on this point," Palmer waved his hand, "You know me, I've never been involved with this kind of thing."

After hearing this, Bologg smiled. As a person in power, the son of Vonn, and the heir of the Clerks family, Palmer should be as famous and expected as Bologg, but this guy put his own people behind him. Life becomes a show, full of comedic effects.

"Palmer, have you ever felt envious? Longed for all this fame?" Borrowgo asked.

"No, I've said it before. To put it nicely, I don't have any utilitarianism and it's hard for me to have obsessions. To put it worst, I'm just a dabbler and can't get motivated in anything."

Palmer said of himself unceremoniously, "I'm just lucky."

"Lucky? Where's the luck?"

Burlogo smiled. Palmer, an unlucky guy, rarely said he was "lucky."

"I'm so lucky to be the child of Fern, and to inherit such a big family. Unfortunately, I am easily satisfied. I was given so much wealth and material resources, but I just put them aside."

Palmer took medication to avoid making a fool of himself again, "I sometimes fantasize about what kind of life I would live if I was born in an ordinary family."

"What will it be like?"

"It's nothing," Palmer emphasized. "It's no different from now. I should still fill the cabinet with all kinds of video tapes, have band posters on the walls, and sit on the sofa every day, eating pizza, and watching "Curious" The only difference in the movie is work. From fighting and killing as a submersible, to living and working in peace and contentment as an ordinary person."

Palmer said helplessly, "It's very disappointing. I have no ambition."

Boluogo shook his head, "How could it be, Palmer? You are just easily satisfied. There is nothing wrong with ordinary life. Most people are like this. There are only a few actors on the stage. More Just an audience.”

Being easily satisfied is not a bad thing. For the same debtor, Boluogo wandered among many devils, resisting temptation and being wary of conspiracies. Palmer was different. He didn't care about those at all.

Since becoming a debtor, Palmer has had almost no contact with the devil. I am afraid that the devil is too lazy to deal with this unambitious guy and thinks that tempting him is a complete waste of time.

"It's different, Boluogo. I am lucky enough to be the son of Vonn and enjoy luxurious treatment, but this also comes at a price. You can also understand that I am unlucky to be the son of Vonn. Even if I have no ambition, You have to fight for your family and your position."

Palmer rubbed his face vigorously and said with a wry smile, "I'm already trying very hard to get excited about my work."

"Stop talking so much, go home first. I listened to what they said. The living room has been decorated and we can move back in."

Boluogo carried his luggage, which contained some specialties from the Hidden Land, as well as flashy handicrafts and accessories. This is a gift for Aimu.

Palmer hummed and muttered, "I don't know how Nathaniel is doing."

After the battle, Nesaniel was rushed back to the border sanatorium for treatment. His condition was not yet clear. For this reason, Bologo planned to find time to visit Nesaniel after returning to Oath City Opos. you.

"Are you planning to leave?"

Just as Bologo was about to pass through the Winding Path Gate, a familiar voice interrupted his movements.

"I'll go with you."

Olivia was carrying her luggage, still covered in the hazy black gauze.