Endless Debt.

Chapter 144 The Finale and the Evil Scheme
Today is a rare good weather, the sky is clear, the blue curtain covers the earth, the temperature is just right, neither cold nor hot, the breeze is blowing, and the weeds and wild flowers on the roadside are swaying one after another.

On the small road built with stone slabs, a motorcycle slowly drove over. Palmer and Burlogo sat together one after the other. They also obeyed the traffic rules and wore motorcycle helmets on their heads.

During the chase on a stormy night, in order to reduce resistance and speed up, and launch an offensive towards the train, Burlogo used his conscripted hands to dismantle the sidecar of the motorcycle. Fortunately, the sidecar broke down many times, and Palmer did not Distressed, I haven't bought a new sidecar yet, and Burlogo can only squeeze with him.

The motorcycle stopped on the side of the road, and Burlogo took off his helmet. The sun was a little dazzling, and he could only squint his eyes and look forward.

"Is this it?" Palmer asked.

"Yes, I've been here once," said Burlogo.

Palmer looked at Borrog from top to bottom. This guy was dressed in a neat suit, his hair was carefully combed, his face was flawless, and he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

If it weren't for the two of them in the cemetery, Palmer would have thought that Burlogo was on a date.

Looking at the tombstones lined up in the distance, Palmer muttered in his heart, "A date at the cemetery?"

With the character of this guy, Bologo, it's not impossible to do it.

"what is this flower?"

Palmer noticed the flowers in Burlogo's hands, which Afia personally selected for Burlogo after Afia and Burlogo discussed the use.

"It seems to be called forget-me-not, which means never forget," Burrog said suspiciously, "didn't you listen to what Afia said?"

At that time, Afia was still concentrating on explaining the different flowers and the flower language they represented to the two of them. Bologo didn't want to refuse the kindness, so he listened patiently.

"I'm not very interested in such knowledge." Palmer shrugged.

Having finally come to this point, Bologo felt like a pilgrim. At this moment, his mood was extraordinarily calm, with almost no emotional ups and downs.

"Do you need me to wait for you here?"

Palmer asked. He could see the importance of today to Borrog. This decent man had already filled up the sense of ritual, so he didn't want to disturb this sacred moment.

"It's nothing, let's come together." Bologo invited.

The two stepped into the cemetery, which was located in the outskirts of Opals. Unlike the cloudy city, it was green and full of vitality.

Burrog waved his hand and greeted the gravekeeper from a distance.

The cemetery of the Frontier Nursing Home is like a secret place isolated from the world, where all missions and glory are stagnantly hidden, and this place gives Burlogo the feeling that he feels a little vitality instead of being secret.

It can be seen that not only Bologo and his party came to mourn today, but also some figures were walking in the distance, and when passing by some tombstones, there were flowers on them.

Burrog went around, and finally came to a cross tombstone with Adele's name engraved on it.

Putting the flowers in front of the tombstone, Bologo squatted down and carefully cleaned up the surrounding weeds, pulling them out from between the bricks.

"Is she Adele?" Palmer asked.

During the time when the two were on vacation in the frontier nursing home, Burlogo and Palmer talked about the reasons for their revenge. As his reliable driver on stormy nights, Burlogo felt that Palmer had the right to know this.

So Palmer also learned of Adele's existence, and understood why Burlogo was so stubborn to catch up with the train and drive them out.

"Ah."

Burrog pulled out the weeds around him, wiped the tombstone with his hands, and wiped off a lot of dust.

"Even a murderer like you can be affected, I wonder what kind of person she is." Palmer sighed.

"She's a nice, kind person."

"I know I know."

Palmer nodded again and again. He had heard Burlogo muttering such words countless times on the way here by bike.

Faced with these problems, the violent murderer became a child, and only a few words came back and forth, which made Palmer's ears callused.

"The next step is to free her soul."

Bologo whispered, and then took out the ruby ​​in his arms.

Under the sunlight, the Philosopher's Stone shows a brilliant brilliance. It is so elite and clear, like a treasure in the world.

As long as the philosopher's stone is smashed, the bound soul will be released, but this means that Bologo will lose everything completely.

"Actually, you don't have to smash it." Palmer saw Burlogo's hesitation.

"When a person is dead, he is dead. There may be traces of our life in the 'Golden Soul', but this is not us... The philosopher's stone in your hand is not Adele, it just has the shadow of Adele That's all, you can keep it selfishly."

People always have something to keep as a thought, and if Burrowgo keeps the Philosopher's Stone private like this, Palmer is willing to keep it a secret for him.

"No, I'm just thinking about something," Bologo shook his head, his eyes were deep, "It's time to say goodbye, and we can't be too sloppy."

Memories of the past flashed and flew before his eyes, and Burrog slowly clenched his fist, holding the Philosopher's Stone in it.

"I have many ways to remember her, there is no need to keep my soul selfishly, not to mention that I am an undead, and the philosopher's stone will disappear one day, but I will not."

As Bologo said, he squeezed hard, and there was a sound of crystal shattering in the palm of his hand, and bursts of warmth overflowed from the palm of his hand, as warm and hot as blood.

Slowly spreading his hands, the crystal philosopher's stone has been shattered into countless powders, the fragments are as bright as stars in the sun, and then it quickly melts and turns into invisible air, which overflows back into the world.

Both of them watched all this in silence, bright light spots slowly rose, and melted into nothingness under the breeze, until there was nothing in Borrog's hand.

Vaguely, Bologo seemed to hear the woman's smile. She circled around him, took a last look at him, and then gradually moved away until she could no longer catch up.

Burrog knew she was gone, really gone.

Looking up at the sky, after staring for a long time, Bologo turned his eyes back to the land in front of him. Surprisingly, as the philosopher's stone dissipated, Bologo's mood did not fluctuate too much. Thinking about it, he has already I'm ready to say goodbye, it would be too ugly to cry and cry again at this time.

"It's over?" Palmer asked.

"Well, it's over."

There were no touching words or solemn ceremonies, and everything seemed so peaceful, as if afraid of disturbing the ghosts sleeping here.

Bologo retreated slowly, a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face, he didn't care about the cleanliness of his clothes, and sat directly on the ground.

Palmer also imitated Burlogo's movements and sat beside him, facing the tombstone.Today is the last day of vacation and they have a lot of time to waste.

"Interested in telling her story?" Palmer asked.

Regarding the story of Burlog and Adele, in the frontier nursing home, Burlog didn't say much, he just said that Adele was his friend, and he wanted to avenge his friend, that's all.

But seeing the peace on Burlogo's face, this damned expression appeared on the face of a murderer, which was really elusive. Palmer asked curiously, wanting to know the past of the two.

"Her story? Actually, it's nothing."

As if he had been prepared, Burlogo took out a yellowed photo from his pocket and pointed it out to Palmer.

"This is what she looked like when she was young, isn't she beautiful?"

Palmer nodded, the photo was washed out with time, but he could still see Adele's youth and beauty from the outline.

Then Palmer's eyes changed, and he saw another familiar face on the photo, a face that shouldn't have appeared on it, and before he could say anything, Burlogo continued.

"This is Moore, one of my comrades-in-arms, probably because of his hometown. I have a very good relationship with him."

Burrog pointed to another person in the photo, who had a slight smile on his face and, like Palmer, babbled on and on.

"We were wounded in one battle and Adele was the medic at the time and she took care of us and we had a good time, but then the camp was raided by the enemy ... Moore died.

I almost died in the raid too, but Adele saved me by putting me on a stretcher and dragging me into the jungle.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, and the scuffle lasted for a long time. She and I were in the dense forest, avoiding the enemy's attack while looking for large troops, drinking dew when thirsty, and gnawing bark when hungry.

Many times, she and I felt that we couldn’t go on anymore, so we told each other about our lives at night. She also said, if I really feel like I’m going to die, remember to remind her. She said that she is more or less a pastor and can die. Confess for yourself. "

It was a bad time, but precious to Burlogo.

"Fortunately, none of us conceded defeat. In the end we survived and returned to the camp. Adele was still taking care of me when I was injured. As a thank you, I would listen to her teachings, even though I said a word I don’t understand, but I pretended to be great, at least she felt that she really saved a lost lamb.”

Burrog turned his head and looked at Palmer with a sluggish expression, "Well, she is really a great person, isn't she?"

Palmer nodded stiffly, then he asked tentatively.

"Bologo, I want to ask you a question."

"Just ask."

Palmer took a deep breath, and at this moment he was surprised to realize that he had neglected such an important thing.

"How old are you," Palmer added immediately, "I'm not asking you what the hell is your mental age."

He was a little incoherent, paused for a while, Palmer sorted out his words, and asked again seriously.

"Bologo Lazarus, how long have you been undead?"

This question stumped Borrog. He pondered for a while, then slowly stood up, patted the dust off his body, and cast his gaze towards the gloomy and gloomy city at the end of the horizon.

"This was a long time ago," Borrog recalled after a short silence. "At that time, this land was not called the city of oath, Opus, but the holy city called King Solomon."

"Sixty-six years ago, during the battle called Fall of the Holy City..."

Bologo said softly against the light.

"I sold my soul to the devil and became immortal."

(End of this chapter)