Endless Debt.

Chapter 10 Rhineland Confederation Order and Security Bureau
"This is the 'Key of the Crooked Path', which can pass through one door and open another door. This key is engraved with the 'Alchemy Matrix'. It tends to be 'narrow and sharp', so it can only open the fixed door. "

Jeffrey explained to Burlogo, seeing Burlogo's blank look, he smiled.

"There's a lot of information, right? Don't worry, I'll explain it to you slowly later."

After speaking, he opened the door.

Behind the door is not the familiar living room, but a piece of pure darkness, swallowing up all the incoming light. The moment the lock cylinder is opened, this door no longer leads to Burrog's home, but an unknown dimension.

"Let's go, remember to close the door."

Jeffrey pulled out the so-called "key of winding path", smiled mysteriously, stepped directly into the darkness, and disappeared.

Bologo stayed in place for a while, an expression of excitement gradually emerged on his astonished face.

This door no longer leads to the familiar room, but to the unknown new world.

He stepped into the darkness, closing the door behind him.

The darkness completely enveloped him, and a nausea like motion sickness came to his heart, but this strange feeling only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing.

Burrog walked in the endless darkness, the soft and faint light shone from the top of his head, and he could clearly see the particles floating in the air.

The surroundings were so quiet that an absolute dead silence was maintained. For a while, Bologo couldn't even feel his own breathing and heartbeat.

The huge silence squeezed the eardrums, bringing a strange pressure under the tranquility.

In the dimness, I always feel as if there is something moving, it moves slowly around itself, or stands still and observes itself, but Bologo can't see them, no matter how intently he looks, some It's just a misty darkness, like a hazy veil, covering the faces of those unknown beings.

The hair is creepy.

The unknown and darkness, nothing can awaken the most primitive fear in human beings more than this.

"Bologo!"

Familiar voices sounded, breaking the dead silence, and they shattered into thousands of pieces.

Burrog's body trembled slightly, he escaped from the suppressed emotions, took a long breath, and looked to the side, where Geoffrey was standing.

"It feels bad, doesn't it, that's how I was when I was first brought here."

Jeffrey was grinning, and he seemed to have expected Burlogo's reaction.

"This is the 'transit station', a buffer zone set up by the Bureau of Order, so that our enemies will not be able to kill us in our lair unimpeded after they get the 'Key of the Crooked Path'."

Geoffrey waved his hand as he spoke, signaling Burlog to look back.

Looking back, in the hazy darkness, Bologo could see the door he came from, and the outline of the door was constantly dissipating, and finally disappeared completely.

"Your 'door' has not been recorded, so after closing the door, the 'transit station' will directly delete your 'door', look aside."

Hearing Geoffrey's voice, Burrog looked in the other direction.

After escaping from the strange feeling of dead silence just now, he found that his vision became much clearer for a while, and he could see that there were countless doors in the darkness, one after another, densely packed, tens of thousands, and chaotic. Arranged in the darkness, but they did not dissipate like their own doors, but stood here forever.

"Are those doors recorded?" Burrog asked.

"Well, the relationship between them is like a big tree. The countless doors are the extended branches. They pass through the trunk, which is the 'transit station' here, and finally reach the root of the tree, and that is where we are going. The place."

"Where do these buds, these doors lead?" asked Burrog.

"Any places that are recorded, some are staff dormitories, some are frequently visited mission locations, and some entertainment venues such as bars," Jeffrey smiled, "I have to admit, this thing is really convenient... It's a mess, Everything, you have to ask the 'gatekeeper' for specifics."

"Let's go, the sightseeing is not over yet."

Jeffrey said and continued to walk forward.

The transfer station is very large, and because of the darkness, Burlogo can't see the specific appearance here, but can only vaguely see the countless erected gates with different styles.

"Although the 'Key of the Crooked Path' is convenient, not everyone has the right to use it. Even if I use it today, I have applied for it in advance."

Along the way, Jeffrey explained to Burlogo, dispelling Burlogo's idea of ​​having a "key of crooked paths" after he joined the job.

After walking for about 10 minutes, they came to the end of the transfer station...if this is the end.

A huge black wall blocked the way of the two of them. The wall exuded a cold atmosphere, and the light fell down, reflecting a damp and cold feeling. Looking around, the black wall extended into the darkness, and it was impossible to see At the end, there are several gates erected under the black wall.

Facing the two of them was a heavy iron door covered with rivets. Six crossed long swords were engraved on the door panel. They were entangled and bound by chains, forming a shape similar to a round shield.

The distance between the gates is very far, and Bologo can only see the appearance of the gate in front of him, and the other gates are hidden in the hazy darkness.

"Remember this sign, this is the symbol of our Bureau of Order."

Geoffrey tapped the steel relief.

Burrog looked at the logo of the Bureau of Order, the chain and the sword, and he asked curiously.

"Why 'Order and Safety'?"

Burrog stroked the relief lightly, and the coldness and hardness of metal could be heard from it.

"Is it just literal?"

Hearing this, Geoffrey slowly put down the key in his hand, did not open the door immediately, but pondered for a few seconds, and asked Burrog.

"Do you know the devil?"

This question stumped Bologo. Although he had made a deal with the devil, his memory was completely lost, and he could not remember anything useful. It can be said that he and the devil are inextricably linked, but for the devil , Bologo's cognition is blank.

"The devil is real and has existed from time immemorial.

They have incomprehensible power, but fortunately, this power seems to be limited, so that the human world can continue. "

Facing Bologo's silence, Jeffrey spoke on his own. His voice echoed in the lonely and dark space, and the voice dispersed without any response.

"They usually hide in the dark, using all kinds of tempting wishes to attract mortals, and then make mortals sign a heavy blood contract and donate their precious souls.

Interestingly, devils are a group of evil and cunning monsters who abide by the rules very much. They will play with mortals within their own rules, watch mortals step into despair, and then harvest their souls. "

Jeffrey said this, his voice paused, and then he continued.

"But also because these guys are extremely strict with the rules, compared to the greedy demons, these demons can 'communicate', and their rules are not absolutely perfect. It is said that someone once found a loophole in the rules and turned the devils into one military."

"Then?"

asked Burlogo.

"After? There is no more. Devils are extremely rule-abiding existences. Even if they are deceived by mortals, they can only suffer and admit it all."

"Sounds pretty good."

There are not many such trustworthy people, although they are a group of devils.

"It's good, but don't let your guard down because of this. Many people face the devil with a gambler's mentality, and the devil usually doesn't lie. They only tell one truth after another, but such truths will Leading you step by step into deeper despair."

Jeffrey is very vigilant against the devil, even when talking, he can feel his nervousness, as if such an enemy is by his side.

"After a long period of time, we have figured out some characteristics of devils. Apart from strictly abiding by the rules, they rarely take the initiative to interfere with this world. They use bad wishes to deceive mortals, and then through mortals' hands, they come influence the course of the world.

Also benefiting from such behavior, the records of the devil in history are very rare. "

"But the devil seems to be everywhere."

Bologo said in a strange way. After speaking, his body trembled slightly. He didn't understand why. When he looked at Jeffrey, he met the same cold gaze.

"The devil is interfering with the course of human history."

Jeffrey said.

"We once suspected that many major events in history had ghosts behind them. The more turbulent and bloody the age, it seemed that their 'wish' business would be easier to do, and more souls would be accounted for.

But we still don't know why the devil did this, intervening in the process of history, is it really just for the soul?If it is for the soul, why do they need so many souls, and what is the soul to them.

food?The source of strength?Or is it a more mysterious meaning?
No one knows. "

Geoffrey's words gradually weakened, as if he himself had fallen into thinking about the devil, but he soon sobered up.

"The significance of the existence of the Bureau of Order is to reduce as much as possible the devil's interference with the progress of human history. In easy-to-understand terms, it is to keep everything related to the devil out of the human world.

Those who can be killed are killed, and those who cannot be killed are locked up. "

In Geoffrey's words, there was a rare cold wind blowing, and Bologo had a deep understanding of this. He used to "lock it up if you can't kill it".

"Maintain the order of the extraordinary world and ensure the safety of the human world."

Jeffrey looked at Bologo, and his eyes met. This kind guy, with a rare sense of coercion, said to Bologo seriously and seriously.

"This is the meaning of the existence of the Bureau of Order. It is what it is executing, and it is what you must abide by in the future."

(End of this chapter)