Endless Debt.

Chapter 141 Thurley's Love Story

Dim light fell through the glass, reflecting the covering curtains into a touch of light blue. Bologo sat up slowly from the bed, feeling a little dizzy in his mind. It seemed that he had drunk too much last night.

Looking at the bedside table at the side, it was piled up with all kinds of documents, without exception, all marked with the logo of the Special Operations Group, the distorted tear of Rupert.

Yesterday, he and Palmer's vacation ended. After the two left the frontier nursing home, they first went back to the Bureau of Order to report the situation.

Nethaniel, deputy director of the Bureau of Order and Minister of the Field Service Department, endorsed himself. Lebius didn't ask anything when he returned. It seemed that the raid on the stormy night was over, and all the documents were sealed and put into storage.

After caring about the physical and mental state of the two, Lebius looked at the date. Under the extended vacation of Nethaniel, counting today, the two still have two days of vacation to rest, and then he took A series of working documents.

Bologo and Palmer have proved their abilities, and they can indeed be independent. With the return of Lebius and Jeffrey, the special operations team is fully operational, and they need to complete a lot of work.

The most important of these is the division of responsible areas. In the Field Service Department, not every day there are fatal tasks that need to be performed. In the days when there are no tasks to be performed, the Field Service Department will not support these idlers. For this reason, every field worker Each has its own fixed area of ​​responsibility.

When there is no task to perform, the daily job of the field staff is to patrol the area they are responsible for, guarding against potential extraordinary crimes, catching demons hidden in the crowd, etc., in fact, it is like an extraordinary version of a sheriff.

When he saw the division of his own region, Bologo understood what Nethaniel meant by "the battle to be fought". He felt a little surprised, but thinking of Nethaniel's words, he felt that it was expected.

But Palmer didn't think so.

"We've done a great job!" Palmer screamed in the office. "Let's not talk about promotion and salary increase! But you can't treat us like this!"

"It is precisely because of your excellent work ability that the organization is assured of entrusting you with important tasks." Jeffrey's eloquence was so eloquent that Palmer was a little speechless for a while.

"If you find a useful one, use it until you die!"

"You guessed it, that's the good tradition of the Field Service."

Hearing this, Jeffrey stopped pretending and went straight to the showdown.

This is the fine tradition of the Field Service Department under the leadership of Nethaniel. Both Lebius and Jeffrey have experienced it. At that time, they still had a little sense of mission and felt that it was the organization's trust in them. Now they look back Look, it's more like the extreme oppression of employees by black-hearted companies.

What surprised Jeffrey was that Palmer was not so easy to deceive. Should it be said that young people nowadays are much smarter?
Realizing that he can't change anything, Palmer sat aside and doubted his life, while Burlogo raised his own doubts at this time.

"There is no need to maintain law and order in this area, so why are we here?"

"Bologo, the reason why the chaotic land is chaotic is because no one is willing to save this place. We sent you there in the hope that you can save these people!" Jeffrey said nonsense.

"Building order in chaos? The Bureau of Order controls Opals, but it has always been out of control."

Bologo knew the deeper meaning. There were demons and ghosts hiding there, as well as devils with evil plots. If you want to enter such a strange and chaotic place, the debtor who is between black and white is the perfect candidate.

"The Great Rift will be your area of ​​responsibility in the future. Of course, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself, as long as you follow your usual creed." Jeffrey encouraged.

It's not a wandering fork, it's not a mine, and it's not Qiushang Town. The area I'm in charge of is the entire Great Fissure. It feels like letting a shepherd dog manage a whole piece of grassland. For a while, Bologo feels powerless .

But Bologo did not raise any objections. Judging from various factors, he was indeed the best candidate, not to mention that he had contact with the tyrant.

Nethaniel hoped that he would become an undercover agent and find out the secrets of the devil. Bologo felt that he had made a good start, and he also needed information from the devils to find the devil who traded his soul away.

As the tyrant said, there are far more than one existence like him on this land. Maybe the devil who took his own soul is hiding in a certain corner of the city.

"You don't have to worry about any danger, we still have other action teams stationed in the big rift."

Geoffrey didn't say what those operations groups were doing, but being a permanent presence there must have been some sort of long-term mission.

"The big rift isn't that bad, it's just more chaotic. There are still many ordinary people living in it, and they also need a sheriff!"

Jeffrey then went to encourage Palmer, but for a guy like Palmer who is soft and stubborn, this encouragement is a bit too pale.

After leaving the Bureau of Order, the two went directly to the Undead Club, planning to have a drink there.

Burlogo had planned to do this, and he had thought about how he should thank Palmer for his help.

What gift to give him?He doesn't have much money, not to mention that as the youngest son of the Krex family, the family enjoys a lot of glory and wealth, so there shouldn't be any small gifts that can impress him.

After thinking about it, Bologo decided to bring Palmer for a drink, and he just wanted to celebrate. Burlogo had completed his revenge and killed everyone who was damned. He thought it was worth a hangover stay.

Drinking and having fun in broad daylight is not very good, but Burlogo thinks that the group of Undead Club will not refuse, and it is true, these psychopaths don't even ask Burlogo why they are celebrating.

Palmer had a great time, and as soon as he returned to the Undead Club, it was as if he had returned home, to the ocean of mental retardation.

At the climax of the celebration, Serei mysteriously told himself that he had brought something new back. With the waving of Sirei's hands, Bologo saw the steel pipe standing in the darkness.

Before Bologo could refuse, Threi was wearing his top with a slit neckline to the navel, and jumped happily on the pole. With the colorful lights, Threi's movements were powerful and standard.

I have to admit that there is something about Thurley's pole dancing.

Afterwards, Serey said that as an undead, he had learned a lot of strange things in a long time. He learned pole dancing from a new female friend he met, and now he has a part-time job at night. Dancing in a night venue attracted many ladies.

He also said that he now has a new title, what is called "Young Master Midnight".

Serei is indeed a noble son, as one of the oldest lords of the night clan, there should be few living people in this world who are more qualified than him, but now the lord of the night clan is addicted to alcohol, these words No one believed me when I went out.

"Unfortunately, I can only meet them at midnight."

Serley regretted that this is the source of his title Midnight, the night clan lord can only come and go in the dark.

"Are you hundreds of years old? Or thousands of years old, those women are like little girls to you, is it interesting?" Burlogo asked.

"Physical age is not important, what is important is psychological age. I think I will always be full of enthusiasm. Of course, they will always be young and beautiful in my eyes." Se Lei has a good trick.

"What about when they're old? When their skin is wrinkled and they stink of old age and death?" Burrog continued.

"You think I'll abandon them?"

"if not?"

Cerley didn't answer, but looked thoughtful. Bologo thought he had won him, but Cerley went back to the bedroom and brought back a thick photo album.

The guy was a little drunk, and just looked at the photo album with Burlogo.

"This is Mary, my sixth wife. She's a very miserable fellow, a poor girl, but I like her."

The photo above records Mary's life, from her youth, to her marriage, to her old age, but there is always Serly beside her, and Serly has always been that young.

The last photo is of Thrai resting his head in her arms, the night clan lord is still young, but Mary in the photo is old and out of shape.

"This is my second wife. It's just that the camera was not invented at that time, but I was quite rich, so I asked someone to draw a few pictures."

Those were oil paintings that were photographed one by one. The pictures were a little blurry, but the outlines on them could still be seen clearly.

"Some paintings were too big, so I put them at home, and some were small, and I moved them to the Undead Club."

Burrogo thought of the oil painting in Thurley's bedroom, which showed him and his wives...wives.

"I know what you're worried about, Bologo, but don't worry, although I look pretty flamboyant, I'm really married. To be dragged out into the sun for a few minutes."

Cerley really valued these things, he even swore on the honor of the Villelis family, but it was doubtful whether the Villelis family had any glory at all.

"I put rings on them with my own hands, spent quality time together, and then buried them and left."

There was a bit of nostalgia in Se Lei's voice, and when he closed the album, his eyes were still so moist.

"You may want to say that I have married so many wives or something, but how should I put it..." Threi's mood became rare, "The lifespan of the undead is still too long after all, in the long time , we inevitably need some spiritual sustenance.”

"Then you are not married now?" asked Burlogo.

"No, my last wife has passed away for more than 100 years. I have experienced many things like life and death, and I will inevitably feel upset. Compared with enduring loneliness, it is much easier, so I will not get married anymore."

Originally, he chose love to escape loneliness, but now he chose loneliness because of the pain of parting. Hearing what Serey said, Bologo didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only apologize.

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing, a normal person wants to step on a playboy like me, and scold some 'emotional bastard' by the way!" Selei is very self-aware of himself.

Borrog nodded in agreement, then raised his glass, and clinked it vigorously with Serai.

(End of this chapter)