Endless Debt.

Chapter 133
"Well, well, the fact is. During your sleep, Lebius came to visit."

Palmer was in a wheelchair, and Burlogo pushed him along behind him.

Unlike Burrogo, who healed completely after being resurrected, Palmer still had injuries on his body. Even with the treatment of alchemy potions, it would take some time to cultivate.

According to him, when he and Thorndike were fighting to the death, Palmer was being chased and beaten by a group of ghouls. In order to kill these ghouls, he almost drained his own ether.

After a fierce battle, Palmer was miraculously only slightly injured, but when Bologo passed out, in order to prevent himself from falling to the bottom of the valley, he pulled himself hard... sprained his ankle by the way.

This was Palmer's most serious injury after the entire battle.

"While you were being treated, I was hanging the bottle on one side, enjoying the medicine being administered by the nurses, and then I was interrogated by Lebius."

In fact, it was just an action report, but anyone who was stared at by Lebius felt like being interrogated.

"Reporting action?"

Bologo was puzzled, this was a personal grievance, and he never mentioned it to Lebius.

When he woke up, Bologo's biggest doubt was actually why he was in the nursing home. In his opinion, his actions that night violated many regulations of the Field Service Department. He thought he would wake up in prison and stay for a while. After some interrogation, he was sent to a dark prison.

"Yes, the report operation, I don't know what happened, but it seems that our battle that night was designated as an operation of the Special Operations Group," Palmer thought for a while, "Maybe it was to protect us."

shelter?

Would Lebius do such a thing?Borrog didn't know, and he didn't know Lebius very well.

It's always difficult to know something about a person, no one knows what's under his mask... maybe another mask.

The two stopped at a corner of the garden. Burrog sat on a bench, turned Palmer's wheelchair himself, and sat opposite Burrog.

"Who knows if it's a cover-up, or what? Anyway, he took out a stack of documents in front of me, and the procedures are complete... I suspect that this guy has planned it for a long time, as if he guessed that you will take revenge."

Thinking of this, Palmer has nothing but admiration for Lebius, and he is indeed his boss.

"Then how did you report it?"

Burrog looked at the flowers and plants around him. After staying in the gloomy Opals for a long time, it was always reassuring to see these bright colors.

"Tell me the truth."

Palmer waved his hand.

"I've told you everything I know, from meeting you on the road and being guided by you to chase the train." After talking about this, Palmer realized the doubts belatedly, "Wait a minute, how did you know How do you know where the train is? Even Crow's Nest didn't find out."

After Burlogo passed out, Palmer staggered around the scene for a while.

He saw those ferocious and weird ghouls, and he also saw Thorndike who was smashed to death by Burlogo. The guy was smashed to death, and Palmer couldn't see his face clearly, but soon after, Palmer Elmer saw the secret sword lying aside.

In the bureau of order, the secret sword is not only a symbol of the enemy's identity, but also an important spoil. Only then did Palmer realize that what the two of them were facing was actually a believer holding a secret sword... Well, in fact, only Burlogo faced it alone.

The cold wind blew through, and Palmer felt a chill and fear, but after giving Thorndike's body a few feet, his fear disappeared again.

Palmer opened the car.

Looking at the piles of Philosopher's Stones and liquid spirit potions, Palmer repeatedly opened and closed the door of the carriage. After confirming that it was not a hallucination, he looked at the long carriage behind.

This... is this the home of the king's secret sword?

At that moment, even Palmer, who was born in an extraordinary noble family, experienced what it meant to be a so-called nouveau riche.

"I have my own way, don't underestimate the experts."

Bologo didn't intend to tell Palmer about the tyrant. There was a vague relationship between the debtor and the devil. Once Palmer knew the existence of the tyrant, maybe he would also step into the frame of the true lie. in the trap.

"Well, you're an expert after all."

Palmer didn't continue to ask, everyone must have some secrets, if Burlogo doesn't want to tell, he doesn't need to insist on asking.

Anyway, everything is over, just like the old story, they killed the enemy and escaped unscathed, the time in the frontier sanitarium can be regarded as a vacation, there is nothing better than this.

"Wow, it's really nice here, there are beautiful girls everywhere, just looking at it from a distance is satisfying."

Palmer looked around, clutching his chest, "feeling healed."

Burrog also looked around, he wasn't as excited as Palmer, but Burrog really felt tranquility and peace, followed by an unreal sense of illusion.

His name is Borogo Lazarus, and he lives in the Oath City Opersshinbe District. He works in the Special Operations Group of the Field Service Department of the Order and Security Bureau of the Rhineland League. His daily work is to chop people, kill demons, and maintain World peace stuff, doesn't smoke much, doesn't drink too much, loves music and movies, wakes up every morning to Duddell's Fog, Industry, and Delicious Shrimp Crackers.

Burrog thought he was normal... normal shit.

This kind of hell life has been too long, and even he was deceived. Now he is completely relaxed. He doesn't need to cut people, and he doesn't have to worry about being cut. Bologo is actually a little scared while enjoying the peace.

Fear of sinking into it...but sometimes it's nice to just take a break.

Thinking of this, Bologo touched his chest, the necklace of the cross was still there, bringing a sense of peace of mind.

He imitated Palmer, his eyes drifted away, and fell on a girl not far away.

It was an eye-catching girl, her long platinum hair was tied into a bun behind her head, and her neck was as white as a swan. Standing in the sun, she seemed to be shining.

She turned her back to Burrog, who couldn't see her face. She was wearing a dark green cloak and windbreaker. The dress didn't fit well, and it seemed a bit too big for a girl. She was like a hanger Barely propped up the dress, blocking the figure.

For a moment, Bologo had a strange guess that maybe the girl was an elf from the jungle, and she needed to wear loose clothes to hide herself in the human world.

Raising his hand, the exposed arm is also hidden under the black ice sleeves and gloves. Looking down, the ankle exposed under the cloak is also the same black, as if wearing stockings.

Burrog's leisurely eyes gradually became serious.

"Bologo!"

The deep shout interrupted Burrogo's thoughts, and Palmer reached out and snapped his head back abruptly, causing his eyes to fall on Palmer's face.

"What are you doing, Bologo!"

Palmer looked nervous, and Burlogo couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Appreciation, do you know what appreciation is? Your gaze is already a little dirty!"

Palmer's tone had already started to twist. He never expected that his ruthless killer partner would have such a side. Although everyone likes beautiful girls, he still has to abide by the bottom line. It's not good to influence her.

Palmer is usually very nonsense, but after all, he was born in the Krex family. This guy attaches great importance to these things. He often said that although the times have changed, etiquette must still be followed, otherwise what is the difference between us and savages.

Bologo also felt the sight from all around, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I get it now."

Burrogo replied indifferently that he didn't want to entangle Palmer on this topic.

"Speaking of which, do you guys like that type?"

Palmer suddenly stood up from the wheelchair with one foot, sat on the bench, put his arm around Burrog's shoulder, and asked in a very serious tone, completely different from the elegant gentleman just now.

Palmer saw the girl too, and he couldn't help but see her, she was shining brightly in the sun.

"When it comes to long legs, it's Bailey. If you are willing to let her experiment on you, she might really show you wearing stockings."

Palmer is tempting, mastering Bailey is equivalent to mastering a steady stream of alchemy equipment, Palmer has never forgotten this, as long as the mere male sex is sacrificed, the special operations team can become an upstart in the field service department .

Burrog was silent.

Palmer was also silent.

The silence lasted for half a minute, and Palmer's eyes gradually became strange. The ghost knows what kind of structure his brain is. He seemed to have discovered a shocking secret, and his voice was cautious and hesitant.

"Hey, I thought only weapons and corpses could make your brain release dopamine."

Burrogo kicked Palmer off the bench, and he wailed, then tried to climb back onto the wheelchair on the floor.

With this kick, Bologo felt a lot more relaxed. He turned his head and tried to find the girl, but found that she had long since disappeared.

Burlogo was indeed looking at the girl's "stockings", but unlike Palmer's obscene thoughts, Burlogo felt somewhat familiar from the "stockings".

The deep black reminded him of the alchemy material covering the ghost's body surface, and the girl's limbs seemed to be covered with a layer of iron-hating paint.

Bologo quickly put these thoughts out of his mind. He decided to borrow some books about alchemy materials after leaving here, maybe he could find some clues.

"But...is there actually only one prayer escort? I always feel that the operation that night was too smooth."

Looking back now, Bologo felt that there was another conspiracy hidden under the conspiracy. After fighting for so long, there was no reinforcement from the king's secret sword.

Although it was said that the train had safely left Opals at that time, Burlogo always faintly felt that something was wrong.

"More than one prayer believer. When we were operating, a team was captured in Lebius City. They were composed of several decondensers and prayer believers. I guess they were reinforcements. Unfortunately, they encountered Lebius. Bius."

Palmer added, "Afterwards you can go and see the action report."

"Lebius? Captured?"

Burlogo's mind wasn't on that team, but that they had been captured by Lebius, that Lebius with the cane and the wheelchair?
He still remembers the day when the members of the special operations team were introduced and met each other, and Lebius was very sure that he would not participate in the field.

"Oh, yes, this is a major event for the Field Service Department. You just woke up and haven't had time to tell you."

So many things happened in the past two days, Palmer didn't know which one to mention first.

"Lepius is back, literally back, reprogrammed into the FFS sequence, and while we're chasing the train, he's on the move, with his partner."

"Jeffrey?" Burlogo felt that the world had changed drastically when he woke up.

"Yes, now everyone is saying that Shuangsha from the Field Service Department is back."

Palmer waved his hand excitedly. He was a few years earlier than Burlogo, and he knew all the rumors of the Field Service Department like the back of his hand.

"Lebius of the Wolves, Geoffrey of the Eye of the Tiger."

　There are 12 more chapters in this volume, and it is expected to end in 6 days. The final chapter, epilogue, and testimonials will be published together.

　　
　
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