Endless Debt.

Chapter 142 The First Sealed King
"Bologo, you will encounter this kind of thing sooner or later. We are all undead. No one can accompany us to the end. In the end, we are the only ones."

Threi's depressed mood didn't last long. The undead had already learned how to regulate his emotions over a long period of time, so he always looked overly happy, for fear that sadness would catch up with him.

Glancing at Bolog, Threi shifted the topic to Bolog.

"What about you? It's been a while since you became an undead, how does it feel?"

"I'm okay...at least I feel pretty happy now," Burrog said.

"What you said is like a beggar who gets a little food and thinks he is the happiest person in the world." Selei saw through Bologo at a glance, "If someone loves you, she should hope that you would be happier."

Happier?
Bologo was a little dazed. Judging from his experience, this kind of thing was indeed too far away and too strange for Burlogo.

He was only released from prison a year ago, lived a barely peaceful life, and then embarked on the road of revenge. It was only at this moment that Burlogo could rest his feet and come here to relax with a drink.

Thinking about it carefully, Bologo's life is quite busy, and he hardly rests. Even if he has free time, he just lies at home, listening to music and reading books. In this gloomy city, Bologo's friends Not many.

Seeing that Bologo couldn't understand himself and couldn't give a clear answer, Serley didn't continue to entangle on this topic, but talked back to the previous one.

"But, there are some exceptions among the undead. For example, is there another undead who is willing to go to the end with us?"

"You want an undead wife?" Burrog realized his intentions only then.

"This kind of thing is just thinking about it. After all, it is very difficult for two people to fall in love, let alone between undead people. Everyone is an old monster who has lived for an unknown time, and their moods have long been different."

Thurley said so, but Bologo believed that this guy must have taken action, and the result was obvious. Now he can only hug together in this mentally handicapped paradise to keep warm.

Burlogo would have liked to hear the story.

"The old monsters can't be honest about their bad hearts, but it's good to be friends and live together together." Selei concluded.

The drinking session went on for another period of time. Burlogo didn't drink too much. Even if he was celebrating, he would not overindulge himself. After drinking a few glasses and feeling drunk, he stopped. Alcoholism way down.

In the evening, Serley went to pole dancing part-time with a smell of alcohol all over him. Bologo didn't know where Palmer's house was, but he got along with these undead quite well, so Bologo found a guest room Throw Palmer in and go home by himself.

Back to the present, Burlogo washed his face, put on his clothes after waking up, and looked at the calendar. Today is the last day of the holiday, and he will return to work tomorrow. It is best to settle everything today.

Burrog didn't go out immediately, but turned on the radio, listening to Duddell's familiar voice and bursts of music, he sat down at the table, and then picked up the diary Adele gave him.

Perhaps because he regarded the diary as the connection between himself and Adele, Burlogo wrote a large volume in the diary.

Looking at the diary, Burlogo remembered something, opened the drawer, and there were some messy things in it, but in Burlogo's view, this was his souvenir collection cabinet.

The half-pack of cigarettes left unsmoked during revenge, the claw hammer from his first mission, which was still stained with dried blood, and... There was also a ticket.

Tickets for The Wandering Mouse.

Burrogo is still not sure whether what he sees is the end of the story, but in any case, everything is over.

Thinking of this, Burlogo sincerely thanked the logistics department.

On a stormy night, Bologo hacked happily, but left a mess everywhere and piled up corpses. When the rain stops at dawn, this will inevitably cause panic in the whole city. Fortunately, these people were ferried early in the morning Cleaned up, they also put together a news release stating that it was a clash between multiple gangs.

But no matter how you try to cover it up, so many people died after all. The citizens commented on the newspapers. Some people think that so many people died are very sad, and some people think that all the dead are bad people. The law and order in Opals will improve. , and so on.

Burrog guessed that someone had guessed the truth of the matter, but under the control of the Bureau of Order, this kind of truth could only circulate within the Great Rift.

Compared with these news, Ke Dening's death was not so noticeable. Only a few people noticed his death. Under the handling of the ferryman, the cause of his death was attributed to an accident. Shed, he and his wife died under the rocks while waiting for the bus.

Bologo thought this was the end, but a few days later, Kedening's news ushered in another peak. With his death, "The Wandering Rat" really became a swan song this time. Those who witnessed the last scene commented Members of the Communist Party of China boasted of the excellence of his works in the newspapers and periodicals, calling him a peerless genius. Unfortunately, the genius is dead.

I don't know what kind of mood Kedening would feel if he knew this.

Clipping the brand-new tickets in the diary, Burlogo did not continue to pay attention to the comments of the commentators. He knew very well that there is no need to investigate the truth of some things, and it is best to let it disappear in the heavy rain.

Burrog tidied himself up, put on a formal suit, and combed his hair neatly and meticulously.

Jeffrey bought this dress for himself. He said that he would always attend some important occasions in the future, and he couldn't always borrow other people's clothes. It would not only be troublesome, but also not suitable.

Tucking the necklace of the cross into his collar, Burrog took out the "Key of the Crooked Path" and opened a door leading to the club of the undead.

……

Bologo pushed open the white wooden door, and then the crisp bell rang, and a burst of fragrance rushed to his face.

This is the first time that Bologo has entered the flower shop. The walls are painted white, and the wooden shelves are filled with all kinds of flowers.

The girl heard the sound of the doorbell, and poked her head out of the flowers like an elf. When she saw Burrogo's face, Afia seemed a little surprised and surprised.

"Good morning! Alfia."

A hearty voice sounded, and Palmer put one hand on Burlogo's shoulder, and got out from behind him.

After a night of hangover, Palmer originally wanted to sleep until the afternoon, but he was broken into by Burlogo early in the morning, and then dragged here. A partner with explosive power, Palmer really has nothing to do.

"Palmer?" Afia was even more surprised.

Before Burlogo came, Palmer's partner was Church. Church obviously had a crush on Afia, and he and Palmer would come over every week to buy flower sets. Over time, the few of them became so familiar. , but after Palmer became a debtor, he broke up with Church. Except for the last time he came to Church, Palmer hardly came here.

"You... know each other?"

Afia looked at Burlogo and Palmer, and she remembered Church, who used to come with Palmer, Afia realized that her guess at the bar was correct.

"Almost, they are all colleagues," Bologo said, stretching out his hand and introducing, "Bologo Lazarus."

"Hello, hello, just call me Afia."

While introducing herself, Afia did not forget to thank Burlogo, "Thank you so much at the bar."

"It's nothing. My own bottom line does not allow me to sit and watch this kind of thing happen." Borrog was much more cheerful, and he was actually quite talkative.

But Palmer on the side didn't feel this way at all. He muttered in his heart, "Fortunately, those people are just bastards. If they want to do worse things, girl, you are lucky enough to see their blood splattered on the spot."

"What do you need?" Afia asked.

"I want to mourn a friend...I don't know much about flowers, can you pick one for me?" Burrog begged.

"please wait for a while."

Afia turned her head and jumped into the flowers, looking for a suitable flower for Burrogo.

Bologo and Palmer sat aside, and Afia brought coffee for the two of them in the gap. Such enthusiastic service made Burlogo feel a little embarrassed.

Picking up the coffee, Bologo felt that this place was pretty good, and there was such a gentle corner in the gloomy city.

Bologo was in a daze, but soon he remembered something, raised his palm, and engraved the names of sinners on the stormy night, but as the first rays of sunlight fell, these names disappeared.

But Burrog's memory was pretty good, and he remembered those names... the last one to be precise.

After killing Thorndike, there is still a beam of light between the heaven and the earth, but he is too far away from Burlog, so far that Burlog cannot touch, and the identity represented by this name is not something Burlog can hunt now. killed.

Thinking of this, Burlogo suddenly asked, "Palmer, do you know this name? Servis Kogadel."

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Palmer was startled.

"Nothing, he's also on my hunting list... but unfortunately, I don't know that name well."

Bologo could only tell from his surname that this person belonged to the Kogadel royal family, but other than that, he didn't know much about the Kogadel royal family, or even the history of the Kogadel Empire.

As the direct ruler of the king's secret sword, the Kogadel royal family has always been known for its mystery, and few people know the whole picture of the royal family.

"Hunting list? That's a pity."

Palmer knew of Burlogo's list, and he didn't think of it as a devil, but felt that it was a self-entertainment of Burlogo's personality.

Every perverted killer should have such a criminal list.

"What are you sorry about?"

"Unfortunately, that guy has been dead for many years," Palmer lamented the poverty of Burrog's historical knowledge. "You can't kill a dead guy, can you?"

Looking at Burlogo's puzzled pupils, Palmer waved his hand.

"Well, well, this period of history is indeed somewhat secretive, and in this era, few people know about it."

Unlike Burlogo, a poor boy who went to the army for college tuition, as the heir of the Krex family, Palmer enjoyed an elite education from an early age. Many little-known historical secrets, for him, Language is just the basics you should know.

"The First Sealed King Servis.

He was the first monarch of the Kogadel Empire, and also the starting point of the Kogadel royal bloodline. Now, this guy has been dead for hundreds of years, and most likely there is no ashes left. "

Palmer couldn't understand how Burlogo suddenly mentioned this name. For the world, this was a history that had been completely buried.

"What's interesting is that, as the first king, Serves seems to be regarded as a taboo in the Kogadel royal family. There are almost no records about this king in the outside world, and only our ancient secret societies know something about it."

Bologo was asking the right person. Only the extraordinary family of the same age could understand this ancient secret.

"Oh, is that so?" Burrog nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Excuse me! Can you help me?" Afia's voice came from the flowers.

"Alright!" Palmer immediately put down his coffee and jumped out.

Looking at the jubilant back, Bologo's relaxed expression gradually froze, frowning and staring at his palm, complicated thoughts rampant in his mind.

"He won't lie to me..."

Burrogo was talking to himself, speaking words that no one else could understand.

(End of this chapter)