Endless Debt

The fight between Sere and Olivia lasted for several minutes. The two seemed to have lost their minds, but in fact they were very measured in their actions. They neither threw the table nor pushed the bottle over, but simply beat each other up close. In other words, Sere was beaten one-sidedly.

After smashing Sere's beautiful face until it was bruised and swollen, Olivia poked a few bloody holes in Sere's body. After the screams like killing pigs became a little disturbing, the fight between the two began. That's when it stopped.

Bode looked at them repeatedly, poured two full glasses of wine, and moved them in front of their eyes. It was not clear whether they were finished playing or halftime.

Olivia drank the drink in one gulp, and underneath her violently heaving chest were the chaotic emotions that were difficult to suppress. Fortunately, the black veil blurred her expression, and she was not so out of sorts.

Sere was completely different. His pajamas were open and his face was full of embarrassment. From time to time, he would frown slightly and grimace his teeth due to physical pain.

After the absurd fight, both of them fell into an eerie silence. The atmosphere was so oppressive that the two bystanders, Weier and Bode, were a little unbearable until Sere struggled and broke the silence.

Serei lowered his head and looked at the rapidly healing wound on his abdomen, and sighed, "It's so cruel."

Olivia snorted coldly, and with a clang, she inserted the dagger fiercely on the bar. The complicated patterns crawled along the blade, and in the shallow grooves, blood flowed silently, bringing up color.

Bode watched this scene with pain in his heart. He saw a crack being inserted into the bar counter that he had carefully maintained, which was no different from the fact that it was inserted into his heart.

As a true bartender, Serei didn't care much about the damage to the bar, but when he saw the true appearance of the dagger, Serei's expression became a little out of control.

"Blood-draining dagger?" Sere nervously touched the wound on his body and said in a low voice, "Are you serious?"

The blood-draining dagger.

Sere was very familiar with this weapon. During the Dawn War, he secretly forged this deadly blade and used it to slit the throats of his blood relatives... When everything ended, Sere handed it over to Olivia, since then, has never seen it again.

Now that he saw this weapon again, Serei felt an indescribable feeling for a moment. Not to mention the depth of Olivia's hatred for him, Serei froze in place, memories of the past swarming in, a mountain of corpses. The sea of ​​blood seems to be close at hand.

"We can be considered old friends..."

Sere muttered to himself in an inaudible voice. For a moment, he felt his fingers twitching, as if he wanted to grasp the fatal dagger again, and then... what should he do next?

No one noticed Sere's sensitive and subtle reaction. Bode and Weier only focused on appeasing their emotions and avoiding a big fight in the Undead Club.

Once, they only thought that this place was a happy place to live, but after that glimpse of the strange changes in the Undead Club, they all understood that this peaceful sanctuary was not as simple as they imagined.

Olivia didn't care what Sere thought at all and just said viciously, "If I'm serious, you are already half a mummy."

The voice seemed to awaken Sere, breaking him out of the weird immersion. A slight panic flashed in his eyes, and he stuttered in response.

"Oh...then I really appreciate your mercy..."

Sere remembered that Olivia had asked Boluogo to tell her that she would nail herself to the ground and let the sun expose her to death. For a pure-blooded Night Tribe who was not so easy to be burned to death, this was not a good idea. What a cruel punishment.

"Sere..."

The hoarse call sounded inexplicably in his ears, and Sere inexplicably thought of that day.

The blood relatives struggled feebly under the scorching sun. His skin was scorched and his flesh and blood spontaneously combusted. Under the high temperature, the cold blood boiled and evaporated into foul-smelling blood.

His muscles were carbonized and his bones were shattered into slag. He lost the ability to move and squirmed painfully in the firelight like a maggot. It was even said that their flesh and blood were stuck together, like a piece of sticky flesh and blood mud, one by one. The withered face was in great pain, and the ultimate mourning scream sounded from the withered and shrunken throat.

Sere remembered that that day, he stood in the shadows and watched with cold eyes. He thought that was the end of everything, but he never thought that it was not the end at all, but the beginning of another torture.

"Oh? Does this thing remind you of something?"

Olivia noticed the change in Sere's expression, she pulled out the dagger and waved it in front of Sere's eyes.

"I hate you very much, but I have to say that I really like this gift. It has accompanied me for a long time and solved one troublesome enemy after another."

Olivia's voice changed and her soft words became sharper, "I used to think that this was the only love you had for me, but then I found out that you gave it to me just to escape that memory. Bar?"

Olivia seemed to have guessed it right.

Rubbing the wine glass nervously with his fingers, Sere's eyes were wandering. He rarely looked like this, feeling awkward and uneasy, like a child who had been separated from his parents.

Sere, the son of the Night King, the great lord of the Night Tribe, and the subversive figure of the Eternal Night Empire. It seems that nothing in this world can trap him, and nothing can make him afraid. But now, Sere is in front of his daughter. Like a timid child, not knowing how to respond.

"Am I right? Sere."

Olivia shook the dagger in front of Sere, "What will it remind you of? Those blood relatives you killed? The terrifying faces before they died?"

Tell the truth, Sere, will you dream about them in the days to come? Or, do you dream that you are also a member of the blazing sea of ​​fire? "

The atmosphere became more and more oppressive. Olivia vented her hatred unscrupulously and put pressure on Sere. Sere's breathing gradually became heavier. When he was almost unable to hold on, his eyes suddenly became firm.

"No, I never dreamed about those things."

Sere shook his head and said firmly, "I have never regretted what I did."

He raised his head, with a glimmer of light flowing in his scarlet eyes, "Besides, I don't think I am a betrayer. On the contrary, I think I am a hero, the hero who cut off eternal night."

"The Eternal Night Empire should not continue, and neither should this forbidden bloodline."

Sere's tone was extremely firm, as if he wanted to engrave these words into his mind as if they were a vow. For a moment, he seemed to have truly transformed back into the Lord of Eternal Night, not avoiding Olivia's gaze.

"hero?"

Olivia chuckled and said dismissively, "Then you are really an incompetent hero."

She got close to Sere and put her hands on Sere's chest. Her nails were as sharp as swords, trying to pierce his flesh.

"Since you have cut off the eternal night, then why did you let me live?" Olivia didn't understand. "Why do you still live until now?"

Sere said nothing.

"Are you afraid?"

Olivia poured out all the resentment she had accumulated for many years, "Since you are afraid of your own death, why do you want me to live?"

Olivia didn't understand. She first lost her mother, and then lost her familiar blood relatives and home. Even though she understood Sere's behavior in the days that followed, she still didn't understand why Sere let him go. What about yourself? Since he let himself go, why would he...

Why don't you love yourself?

"No need to answer, Sere, I know why."

Olivia's tone became softer. She felt that there was no need to get angry with someone like Sere. He was like a living corpse. If you punched and kicked him, Sere would not be able to react. It will make you angry and exhausted.

"You don't commit suicide just because you are a coward. Just thinking about the unknown fate of death makes you scared to death... Otherwise, you will just sit back and watch my mother pass away."

For so many years, Olivia has been controlling herself not to think about those things back then, but today, she could no longer bear the face-to-face confrontation with Sere.

"Right, you obviously promised her."

Olivia came close to Sere's ear and whispered about the nightmare-like past.

"She believed in you so much, but you still deceived her. Even though you have survived to this day, you don't dream about your blood relatives, so will you dream about her?"

Olivia's voice was like a heavy hammer, knocking Sere's strong heart full of cracks and on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, Sere recalled the past again and thought of the woman who had been throughout her life.

"Do you really enjoy this meaningless eternity?"

"Do you still want to continue this desperate life?"

Amid the constant questioning, Sere seemed to have returned to that day. She stood in front, looking out the window at the rising sun.

"It's been a long time since I've seen the sunrise..."

She turned around and suddenly said, "This is a good moment, Sere, what do you think?"

Sere remembers nodding stiffly and responding, "Yes."

And then...then...

"enough!"

Sere hammered the bar with both hands, causing the wine rack to shake. Bode looked at the bar with some distress, remembering that he had knocked it up with a wooden board decades ago.

"You let me live, not because you love me, but because she and I are her child, her last shadow in this world, nothing more."

Olivia said calmly, but she felt sad in her heart. In the lonely and dark days, she always imagined that she was loved, but later she realized that she was just a tool used by Sere to remember her. That’s all.

"Why did you come to me?" Sere said, fed up with this damn conversation. "If you want to kill me, just do it."

Olivia tightened her grip on the dagger. For a moment, she really had murderous intentions, but soon she let go and put away the fatal dagger.

"No, I won't kill you. On the contrary, I hope you can live forever." Olivia shook her head. "You are a cowardly coward. You broke the agreement with her, but you And you love her so much that you are eager to go on the date... You don't dare to commit suicide, but you hope someone can kill you to help you complete this step."

Olivia laughed, "Sere, you are such a contradictory bastard."

Sere was speechless by Olivia, as if he was undergoing a long execution. His mind became hazy, and he wished he could fall into the arms of alcohol.

Weier and Bode watched all this. They didn't know much about Sere's past, but at this moment, they could get a glimpse of the clues from Olivia's words. They even said that from Olivia's On her body, she saw the shadow of her mother.

Sere stood up silently, and Olivia sarcastically said, "Why, are you running away again?"

Sere didn't know what to say. Suddenly, violent murderous intent came from the stairwell, almost turning into a substantial violent aura that surged through like a tide, forcibly interrupting this terrible meeting.

Olivia stood up vigilantly, her shadow squirming, her dagger clenched in her hand, and Weier jumped on Baldur's shoulder, one skeleton and one cat, looking equally prepared.

Sere was in a daze for a moment. He realized what had happened, cursed in a low voice, and rushed towards the stairwell.

"Weier! Bode!"

Sere shouted nervously. There are only a few members who can act at the moment. He only hopes that these few people are enough.

Olivia didn't understand what was happening at all, and stood there blankly, when Sere's voice came again.

"Stay here, don't move!" Sere ordered, "If you said it before, I will treat you as a rebellious person!"

After saying that, Sere rushed into the stairwell quickly. The familiar corridor was in front of him, but at the end of the corridor, the door that could never be reached was trembling violently, as if something was repeatedly bumping into the door. Trying to break out.

Sere took deep breaths nervously and repeatedly. This was not the first time that the abnormality in front of him had happened. About a month ago, this strange murderous intention often appeared behind this door, and the wave of murderous intention became stronger every time.

In Sere's expectation, after a few more murderous intents are released, the door will no longer be able to stop the thing inside... Sere doesn't know what is behind the door, let alone what will happen to that thing after it breaks free. what happen.

Damn it, Sere has been in the Undead Club for so long, and he doesn’t know anything about the weirdness of this club. Just like the previous unrest caused by the undead awakening, this historic sanctuary is far more complicated than Sere. What Ray imagined was a hundred times more complicated.

No, it might not be that complicated. Sere had already had a series of suspicions a long time ago, but he just lacked a direct evidence to prove it all.

"Where's Sai Zong? Sai Zong"

Sere looked around. As the oldest among them, Sere was convinced that Sai Zong must know something, and he should also understand the abnormality of the club.

Wei'er and Bode shook their heads. They hadn't seen Sai Zong for a while. Then, just as they were thinking of a solution, a hoarse friction sound sounded.

At the end of the corridor, the shaky door slowly opened.

Everyone's hearts are in suspense. The Undead Club, which was once regarded as absolutely safe, is in danger.

Sere swallowed, and saw a swaying figure walking out of it. He looked exhausted and covered in pain. Sere thought he looked familiar, and his figure gradually overlapped with Sai Zong.

He walked out completely, closed the door behind him, leaned his whole back against the door, and sat down slowly.

The skyrocketing murderous intent was gone.

Absolute silence lasted for a moment. Sere took the lead and walked towards the figure who seemed to be Sai Zong. This time, the corridor no longer seemed to stretch endlessly like before.

This time Sere only walked a few steps before he came to the man and confirmed his identity.

"what happened?"

Sere asked, trying to help Sai Zong up.

Sai Zong's whole body was as hot as a piece of red-hot iron, and his voice was weak and filled with inexplicable grief.

"He...he's about to wake up."