Endless Debt.

Chapter 12 Rupert's Tail

This is not the first time that Bologo and Lebius have met. He had confronted Lebius as early as in the assessment, but at that time Lebius was controlling the wolf of blade bite.It was just a puppet, and this time Bologo saw Lebius with his own eyes.

Somewhat surprising.

In Jeffrey's words, Levius should be an extremely terrifying and unpredictable guy. Coupled with the weird feeling during the assessment, Bologo had already portrayed the appearance of Levius in his heart.

A cunning fellow, but he could never have guessed that the real Levius looked like this, a sickly disabled man.

"Lebius..." Bologo whispered his name, dragged a chair from one side, and sat down at the other end of the desk.

Burlog looked at Lebius warily.

He didn't despise Lebius because he was a disabled person. Instead, he faced Lebius with more vigilance. Levius is as it seems.

This is a group of existences in charge of extraordinary power, and no one can guess what kind of cards they are holding.

"You are my boss, and I am your employee... What am I going to do next?" Burrog asked first.

Lebius paused for a few seconds. Unlike Geoffrey, who is a superb person, he is not very good at talking, and Burlogo can feel it.

"There is no task for the time being, and the special operations team is still under construction," Lebius said with a little regret. "The special operations team is mainly composed of debtors, and reliable debtors are not easy to find."

"Why are you obsessed with debtors?"

Bologo asked, from the attitude of Yass, it can be felt that the Bureau of Order is very vigilant towards the debtor, but this Rebius in front of him wants to use the debtor to form an action team.

"Because of your 'gift', which is a deceitful force independent of the 'alchemy matrix', the debtor will be a surprise soldier in action, and in a dangerous situation, it will be the chance of victory."

"It sounds like the next ones I'll be doing are suicide missions," Burrog said.

"Indeed, to be precise, the missions performed by all the operations teams of the Field Support Department are extremely dangerous, otherwise Jeffrey would not have applied for transfer to the Logistics Department."

Lebius glanced at Jeffrey while speaking, and Jeffrey smiled awkwardly.

"Of course, trustworthy debtors are extremely precious resources, and we will use yours carefully," Lebius said frankly.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll lose control? After all, you put me in a dark prison with your own hands," Burrog's voice was cold, "or you may have made a deal with the devil, and you couldn't bear the phagocytosis, and started to eat other people's flesh." Souls... and things like that."

He wondered how the Bureau of Order could control itself, since the debtor was so dangerous.

"Don't be afraid, because if you lose control, it means that you are an enemy of the Bureau of Order. Even if you have an immortal body, you can be incapacitated, right? For example, pouring it into cement or sinking into the deep sea."

As for Bologo's question, Lebius answered calmly as if he had expected it a long time ago. Since the meeting, his mood didn't seem to fluctuate, just like a cold machine.

"That's not enough of a threat."

Burogo said that he wanted to know what kind of restrictions the Bureau of Order would place on him, collars or shackles, which would determine their future relationship.

Jeffrey looked a little panicked from the sidelines. He could smell the anger in the conversation and tried to smooth things over, but both of them were somewhat crazy, and he couldn't join the conversation at all.

After a few seconds of silence, the corners of Lebius' mouth were slightly raised. He seemed to be smiling, but with his sickly face, it would only make people chill.

"Bologo Lazarus...you are a man with a 'desire'."

Lebius was talking to himself, opened the drawer, took out a document from it, and glanced at it.

"People with 'desires' are very easy to manipulate... No, this is not manipulation, but a win-win situation."

He handed the papers to Burlogo and continued.

"From the very beginning, the Bureau of Order was not prepared to impose any restrictions on you, there were no shackles, and there were no shackles, all that was needed was a consensus in the general direction.

We need you as a debtor to carry out our tasks and satisfy our 'desires', and correspondingly, we will also satisfy your 'desires'.

We don't even need you to agree with our ideas. If you talk about ideas and morality, it will make us suspicious. What we need is a sharp sword that can cut off the enemy's head when necessary, and that's enough.

As long as... you are willing to abide by our rules and not break our order. "

This is like a fair deal, mutual satisfaction between the two parties, Bologo needs freedom to do what he wants to do, the Bureau of Order can give him freedom, but Bologo needs to kill the enemy for them.

"Those who have no desires and desires need shackles. After all, no one knows whether these guys who are too idle will be content with silence, or will they do something absurd in order to make the decayed heart fluctuate?" matter."

Lebius added that he seemed to be remembering something bad, and frowned slightly.

Burrog didn't respond, and since he took the document, he stopped talking, his eyes were firmly locked by the information on the document, and his breathing was slightly short of breath.

"How is this going?"

Burlog looked sullenly at Lebius.

"I read your action report and found that you were investigating an extraordinary crime, so I checked the relevant files for you." Lebius smiled, "I take great care of my subordinates."

"What is this so-called 'human addiction'?"

A malicious voice squeezed out from between Burlogo's teeth, and Jeffrey's expression changed slightly when he heard "people addicted", as if the meaning behind this word was very bad.

"A group that has sprung up in Opals in recent years, the group's main project... You should understand it after hearing his name. They secretly sublimate ordinary people, plunder their souls, and turn them into philosopher's stones. , and sell it at a high price to the demons lurking in the city."

Levius said slowly.

"The Bureau of Order's manpower is limited, coupled with the chaos in Opals, countless foreigners come here every day, bringing new disasters. We didn't pay much attention to this group at first, until recently their scale began to grow. improve dramatically."

Bologo didn't speak, and continued to look through the documents. Many familiar information appeared in front of him. Most of the people had become dead, and there was a photo of Father Doron among them.

Turning to the end, what caught Burlogo's eyes was a black and white photo, a name, and a paragraph of scribbled text.

"There are also hostile organizations in the Bureau of Order. We suspect that the 'Humans' are funded by our hostile organizations. If they are allowed to develop, it will definitely destroy the balance of Opals. Therefore, we have decided to deal with the 'Humans' in the near future. 'Let's do it.'

Lebius turned to look at Bologo, observed his reaction, and said step by step.

"Bologo Lazarus, I have been paying attention to you for a long time, just like I asked you in the assessment, why are you obsessed with good and evil are rewarded, and you said that this is an established iron law of axiom."

The sharp eyes examined Bologo, as if he was going to eat him, and the pupils greedily surrounded Bologo completely in his sight.

"I like your explanation. Many things don't need a reason."

Burrog was facing the sword-like pupils, and did not dodge.

The office fell into silence, and this silence didn't last long. Burrog leaned back in his chair, let himself relax completely, took a long breath, picked up the document, turned to the last page, and looked at the text on it. Photos and names.

All kinds of things in the black prison flashed before the eyes, the debt of the devil, the unknown mystery, the fiery revenge...

"What an invitation to refuse."

Burrog laughed.

He looked at the photo on the profile, "This person...you need to live or die."

"It's alive," Lebius added, "it's just alive. We need to pry out more information about the 'human addict' from his mouth."

Burrog took a deep breath, and his eyes on Lebius changed.

As he said, the Bureau of Order does not need to control itself, their purpose is the same.

Burrog needs to make those greedy demons pay the price, and this is exactly what the Bureau of Order desires. Burrog wants to find the damned devil and redeem his soul. The Bureau of Order also has the same will, vowing to The devil is cast out of the human world forever.

It would appear that their interests are almost identical.

"What kind of operations will we be in charge of when our special operations team is constructed?" Burlogo asked.

"Did Jeffrey give you the badge?" Lebius didn't answer the question.

Hearing this, Burrog took the badge from his pocket, depicting meteors twisted into swirls.

"This thing is called Rupert's tears, and it's molten glass dripping into cold water, and the tadpole-shaped glass that solidifies after it solidifies, just like teardrops."

Lebius said as he took out a Rupert's tear. There was a slender tail on the transparent teardrop, which was the trace left before it solidified.

"It has very wonderful properties, such as the 'teardrop' part, which can withstand greater pressure than normal glass, but once you touch its 'tail' lightly, the extremely strong 'teardrop' will instantly collapse."

Lebius lightly rolled the tail of the teardrop, and there was an imperceptible cracking sound, and in a blink of an eye, the inside of the solid and transparent teardrop was filled with countless cracks and collapsed.

"'Rupert's Tail', this is the code name of our special operations team, we will be the sharpest swords, hitting the enemy's 'tail' precisely."

Lebius explained.

Burrog looked at the powder that shattered into dust on the table, and turned his eyes to the badge, only then did he realize that it was not a shooting star engraved on it, but Rupert's tears swallowed by the vortex.

"I seem to be fine."

Bologo thought for a while, looked at the scattered papers on the table, and the pen beside him, he asked.

"So... where should I sign?"

(End of this chapter)