Endless Debt
Chapter 983 Enjoy it forever
Olivia Velaris, the daughter of Serre, is a legal pure-blood night tribe in the Eternal Night Empire, and is also the only two beings who are not bound by the "Dawn Oath".
For Olivia, Bologg's mood is a bit complicated. From the inexplicable encounter a few years ago to the recent battle side by side, as a soldier who has fully experienced the wrath of the scorched earth, Bologg has no idea about sharing blood and sharing with him. People who have experienced a major event will always instinctively develop a somewhat irrational favorable impression.
Facing the current Olivia, Boluogo was a little less wary of her, and the reputation between them also changed from hostility and indifference to a certain degree of friendship.
"Oh, Olivia."
Palmer greeted Olivia calmly, going from being highly vigilant to becoming a friend.
Unlike Boluogo, who was still struggling, Palmer, a big-hearted guy, had completely forgotten the blood feud between the families in just a few days. Boluogo didn't know what happened after he left. , what Palmer and Olivia have experienced, and what kind of battles they have suffered, but it is obvious that Olivia's reputation with Palmer is undoubtedly much closer than that with him.
This is true, and the same was true for the relationship between Palmer and Sere at the beginning. After several hangovers together, Palmer wished he could live directly in the Undead Club, enjoying free housing and drinks, and at the same time, he could also get help from the Bureau of Order. While getting subsidies and rebates.
"Um."
Olivia was as cold as ever, just like her slow and cold blood.
"Return to Oath City Opos? Borrow the passage from the Bureau of Order?" Boluogo asked curiously, "Did you reach any agreement with the Bureau of Order?"
After the battle in the past few days, Boluogo rarely saw Olivia, but what was known was that she had unknowingly integrated into the Order Bureau's team.
Those breathtaking red eyes would cause her some unnecessary troubles. For this reason, she relied on the etheric shield that reached the extreme state and her own strangely changing secret energy. Most of the time, she hid in the easy In the shadow of neglect, she will only appear when necessary.
Bologg still remembered that at the end of that battle, Olivia met Nathaniel. Thinking of this, Bologg had to admire Olivia's courage and dared to face Nathaniel. He is not afraid of killing one more Night Clan member...
Olivia survived, and may have fought alongside Nethaniel for a while. The fact is obvious.
"Almost," Olivia nodded in response, "I will assist you in the battle against the disobedient royal court."
"What's the price?"
Although Boluogo felt that the two of them were friends, it was just that, "What do you want to get from the Bureau of Order?"
Olivia glanced at Boluoge slightly tiredly and said helplessly, "Boluogo, are you always like this? You are endlessly suspicious of others. Don't you think it's tiring to live like this?"
"It's just a vigilance from a professional perspective," Burlogo responded unceremoniously. "The world needs people like me who are sensitive and overreactive."
Yes, if all the staff were as crazy as Palmer, Bologg could not imagine what the Bureau of Order would be like.
Olivia sighed, knowing that she could not defeat Boluogo.
"There is no price. This is not a transaction, but a cooperation, a win-win cooperation for both parties."
Olivia couldn't hide the fatigue in her eyes. She didn't know what she had gone through in the past few days... It should have been intense negotiations with the Bureau of Order. Nathaniel was not here, so Holt should be responsible for this work. .
"If I have any intentions, I just want to make up for the mistakes I made," Olivia's voice became fierce, "The disobedient royal court should not exist, and the blood debt committed by the regent should not exist. It shouldn’t have happened.”
In this tense atmosphere, Palmer stood aside without saying a word, while Burlogo stretched out his hand to Olivia after a moment of silence.
"welcome."
There was a bit of surprise in Olivia's eyes. She didn't expect Boluogo's attitude to change so quickly.
"Um."
Olivia shook Boluogo's hand. Even through the gloves, Boluogo could still feel the slightest chill from the soft flesh. This reminded Boluogo of the first time he held Ai's hand. Miao's hand, the steel body at that time was equally cold.
Ether was injected into the door, and the winding door began to operate. Under the glow of the power of miracle, the door trembled slightly. The high-intensity operation for several days had already made this temporary winding door almost overwhelmed.
Before leaving, Boluogo asked again, "What are your plans in the future?"
Intend?
Olivia chuckled in her heart. Apart from the Bureau of Order, what other plans could she have for going to Oath City Opos... Oh, this is what he wanted to say.
"You mean the Immortal Club?"
"Absolutely," Boluogo analyzed rationally, "What we have to face next is not only the main force that rebels against the Royal Court, but also the remaining Night Clan and Night King in the Land of Eternal Night. It can be said that this will be a battle. The liquidation left over from history will wipe out all the troubles that were not resolved during the Dawn War."
Boluogo pointed out, "Leave professional matters to professional people. Serre is a first-class expert in solving the problem of his kind. His achievements are obvious to all."
Olivia laughed, "Are you mocking him?"
"Part of it is a sincere compliment, and part of it is really sarcastic," Boluogo said in a very calm tone. "His depressed and high-spirited look is really irritating."
"But we can't force him to do this. After all, Serre has already made his contribution and retired."
At this time, Palmer interrupted and spread his hands helplessly, "What a helpless guy."
"You don't have to worry about my business," Olivia interrupted the topic, "Everyone should perform their duties."
"Everyone does his job."
Boluogo repeated, and the light inside the Winding Path Gate turned into a pool of darkness like stagnant water. Without any hesitation, Boluogo strode into it.
Just like the previous long-distance winding journey, all kinds of strange feelings emerged one after another. When the lost senses were reset and the feet stepped on the solid ground again, the negative state gradually disappeared.
The blurry and chaotic scenes around him gradually became clearer, and in just a moment, Boluogo returned to the familiar winding path courtyard.
The Bureau of Order was the same as in the past, with employees walking quickly holding thick documents, and the crowds interspersed with each other, like a school of fish gathered together. Some people noticed the arrival of Boluogo and others, but they still had work to do. There was no time to observe more, and some idlers noticed this. They whispered, as if they were not sure about Boluo Ge's identity.
Boluogo believed that in this tense situation, professionally trained staff would not do anything to cheer around him, but the sight of others and the low voices of conversations still made Boluogo feel vaguely discomfort.
Boluogo was not used to the feeling of being in the spotlight, which would make him instinctively uneasy, just like a hunter exposed in an open field, and he urgently needs to find a bush for himself.
"Then let's say goodbye here first."
Boluogo first said to Olivia, and then told Palmer, "I will go back later."
Thinking of his cozy rental house, Boluogo hoped that the logistics staff could decorate the living room more beautifully, preferably exactly like the original one.
Bologg is a somewhat nostalgic person, and he also has some strange collecting habits. This stems from his doubts about the unreal sense of reality in the past. For this reason, Bologg always leaves something that can bear witness to his own experience. in my own collection. In this incident of the Group of Secrets, Boluogo obtained a similar collection.
Thinking of this, Boluogo looked down at his luggage, thoughtfully.
When Bologg arrived at the sublimation furnace core, the place was still the same as he was familiar with before. The steam was steaming and people were moving around in a hurry. Bologg searched along the familiar route and found it difficult to distinguish between a bunch of staff wearing protective clothing. , Badr found a job.
He learned from his mouth that Aimu had no research to do today, and she should be doing chores in the office now.
Burlogo's pace slowed down. When he passed some glass windows, he would carefully look at himself in the reflection to see if he looked decent.
It's strange that Bologe wasn't like this before. It's not that Bologe was a sloppy and not decent person, but that Bologe hardly cared about other people's eyes. But as time went by, his feelings warmed up. , Boluogo gradually realized the changes in his emotions.
Boluogo will pay attention to things that he doesn't care about at all, or even think are completely unnecessary, and he will never tire of doing these irrational and efficiency-destroying things.
After knocking on the door, Boluogo muttered three times silently in her mind to give the people in the room enough time to deal with things she didn't want to be disturbed or discovered.
When I opened the door, there was no greeting voice, only a thin figure lying on the desk, who had been sleeping for an unknown period of time.
Boluogo anticipated many plot developments, but he did not expect this.
He stood there and hesitated for a moment, then carefully turned over the sign on the door, revealing the Do Not Disturb side.
He quietly put his luggage on the ground and sat down on the chair silently. Regardless of his usual fighting style, Boluogo still has some experience in stealth.
Borogo sat quietly on the chair, motionless, like a sculpture. He looked at Aimu's half-sleeping face, thinking about what he should say after Aimu woke up, and whether he should invite her to see her. See the recreated living room, or just invite her to a movie.
Thoughts are constantly emerging, from some trivial things to a more grand level. Boluogo is thinking about the next action against the disobedient royal court. After dealing with all this, Sere and Olivia will How to arrange the father and daughter.
There were more and more thoughts, and my head became heavy and drowsy.
Aimu likes to sleep very much and likes the dreams that sleep brings, whether good or bad.
As early as when Aimu was still a body of steel, dreams were a rare medium that allowed Aimu to experience her fantasy life. After possessing a body of flesh and blood, dreams were an expansion of the material world, leading her spirit to farther distances. The place.
"I've always felt that humans are very unfortunate creatures."
At the end of a certain movie, Borogo was sitting on a chair and suddenly said, "Think about it, human beings only live a hundred years at most, and spend most of that time sleeping. It feels so pointless. I lost most of my life.”
Aimu knew that strange ideas would always pop up in Boluogo's mind, and she listened quietly.
"Later I thought that humans should have realized this during biological evolution. They did not live long and had to sleep every day, so humans evolved...dreaming."
"Dreaming? Evolved just to dream?"
"Of course, don't you think dreaming is interesting?" Bologo pointed to the screen that played the credits. "It's full of all kinds of nonsensical and absurd plots, just like a fantasy film made by a group of psychopaths."
Burlogo continued, "I love dreaming. It feels like I'm watching a unique, my own movie."
While talking about this, Aimu couldn't help but think of something he had heard before, "The invention of movies has extended human life several times."
"Yes, so dreams are also a means of prolongation."
Watching the end credits gradually plunge into complete darkness, Bologo sighed, "I feel that perhaps all mankind has made a deal with the devil, in order to allow themselves to live longer and gain the power to dream, at the cost of That is, every time we wake up from a dream, we will forget all about these precious things."
Aimu listened to Boluogo's words and whispered, "It sounds quite romantic."
Under the influence of Boluogo, Aimu has become more and more fond of sleeping and dreaming since then. This not only relieves the pressure at work, but also gives Aimu a sense of comfort.
As a body of steel, she does not need a long rest time. She can run like a machine without stopping. After having this reason, Aimu told herself that sleeping is not a waste of time, but just enjoying the romance. Dreamland.
The bizarre world gradually faded away. Aimu slowly raised her head from the table and rubbed her suffocated face vigorously. She felt the faint pain on her skin. She guessed that the document should be pressed out of her face. Got the red seal.
The recent work pressure has been too great. Whenever he has time to rest, Aimu will hide in the office and take a nap. The number of times has increased, and Aimu is considering whether to prepare a folding bed in the office.
"Looks like your sleep quality is pretty good."
A familiar voice sounded. He handed over a tissue and wiped the water stains on the corner of Aimu's mouth. "Wipe it and it will drip out."
"Oh, thank you."
Aimu thanked him and took the tissue, his unclear mind completely unable to react.
One second, two seconds... After half a minute, Aimu suddenly stopped wiping his mouth, his chaotic consciousness became clear, and the aura in his eyes suddenly shrank.
Raising his head, Boluogo was standing behind the desk. He was completely unaware of Aimu's reaction and was still rummaging through his luggage, as if trying to find something in it.
"Bo...Bologo?"
Aimu tried hard to control himself not to scream, but anyone who woke up suddenly would have some big reaction when faced with this, right?
"Hmm, I just came back from the Hidden Land. The operation went very smoothly. I can rest for a while." Boluogo said as rigorously as he reported the mission. "I also brought some gifts back. Come and see."
Boluogo didn't give Aimu a chance to speak at all. He handed over a heavy thing as if he was going through a process. Aimu stretched out his hands to hold it in a daze.
It was a container, a small specimen bottle, filled with a light green preservation solution and soaked in a withered heart with a human face.
"It's complicated to say, but in short, I got a few withered fantasy seeds, and I was lucky enough to keep them intact. Although they have lost the power to make fantasy come true, they are good as rare collections."
This thing was taken off the Speaker's body. Boluogo thought that it was of no use anyway, so he entrusted Osana to help him deal with it.
Osana's work was very beautiful. Boluogo didn't expect that this thing could be preserved completely. After talking with Osana for a while, Boluogo knew that as a fanatic family, Osana's family has a collection of They bought a lot of these things, which is considered their family's specialty. Rounding it all off, it can also be regarded as a local specialty.
Aimu had just realized the return of Boluogo, but was overwhelmed by this ghost again. He was confused for a while, and responded with very standard polite words.
"OK, thanks."
After looking at Boluogo's serious look, and then looking down at the crying face in the container, Aimu doubted the reality and frowned.
Before she had time to express her joy at seeing Boluogo, Aimu was in a mixed mood due to this strange gift. She knew that Boluogo was a strange guy, and she also knew that the specimens of Utopia were indeed rare treasures. Very substantial as a gift.
But... but...
But it felt very strange, as if Boluogo went out to fight and came back to give Aimu a hot and bleeding head, patting his chest and saying proudly.
"Amu, this is the head of the strongest enemy. Now I have chopped it off. It can be hung on the wall as an ornament in the future."
It's really... very strange.
Although it was strange, Aimu still accepted Boluogo's gift solemnly. After all, it was from Boluogo.
"Then……"
Boluogo lowered his head and continued to rummage through his luggage. The things inside were in a mess, and he didn't know what he had brought back. Aimu put the specimen bottle on the shelf at the back, hoping that others would not notice her when they saw it. As some sort of Frankenstein.
"By the way, hold out your hand."
"oh."
Aimu obediently stretched out his hand and felt a cold feeling on his wrist. He lowered his head and saw a strange-shaped silver bracelet was put on Aimu's hand. It looked like it was made of branches and buds. The workmanship was very exquisite, as if Really made of a tangle of albino branches.
"This is?" Aimu was a little confused.
"Gift."
"Two?" Aimu gestured blankly.
"Almost, a gift based on my own subjective opinion that I think will be interesting."
Boluogo looked at the specimen bottle. He really thought that this gift was very cool, but even so, he still said, "But self-subjectivity is very limited, and not everyone can agree with me, so this It’s option two.”
After tapping the bracelet gently, Bologo continued, "An objective and liked gift in a secular sense."
Boluogo didn't know which one Aimu would like, so he simply chose them all.
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