Endless Debt.

Chapter 19 Becoming a Legend
Paying taxes for the "tyrant," Bologo knew the story.

"Isn't it enough to just throw in some coins?" Bologo wondered, "Why use this specially."

It can be seen that this coin is of great significance, as if it was specially made to pay taxes to the "tyrant".

"The 'value' invested is different, and the protection of the 'tyrant' is also different," Vika said. "He does not need ordinary wealth, but something with more 'value'."

Bologo's heartstrings were touched, and Vika's words seemed to awaken something. Bologo had an indescribable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't explain what this familiarity was.

"Just this commemorative coin?" Burrog sneered.

"Don't underestimate this coin, it's called Mammon," Vika turned the coin over, "It is said that this name originated from this person, and his name is Mammon."

The back of the coin is printed with a mountain of gold coins. A person is greedily embracing these gold coins, but no matter how hard he tries, he still can't hold all the wealth in his arms, just like holding tightly the yellow sand, passing away continuously.

"This mammon coin is also a part of the legend. So far no one knows how this currency circulated in the wandering fork road. Some people searched all over the mint of Opos, but they couldn't find any trace of it, as if it was Appeared out of nowhere.

Some people say that it was minted by the 'tyrant', and the circulation of mammon coins means that the 'tyrant' is still alive, he is real, and this currency has always maintained a stable amount in the market, and everyone can get it The way is also very strange. "

"How to get it?"

Bologo was aroused by Vika. Obviously, there is a completely different version of the legend about the "tyrant" in the Wandering Fork Road.

After coming into contact with the extraordinary world, Bologo is very concerned about the so-called "urban legends". They may all be true, but they are in an extraordinary world that is difficult for ordinary people to touch.

"It's very simple. As long as there is a 'value' generated on the wandering fork, you will get Mammon coins inexplicably. You may pick it up on the side of the road, or you may open the mailbox and find an unsigned letter , with Mammon coins inside."

Vika shrugged and explained.

"If Wenger Coin represents the conventional equivalent, then Mammon Coin is the equivalent for Wandering Fork Road. The more Mammon Coins you hold, the more you contribute to Wandering Fork Road, and the more Mammon you will receive. Coins thrown into the Great Rift, the more you are favored by the 'tyrant'."

"That sounds more like some goddamn belief."

He said so, but Bologo became interested in all of this in his heart. Combined with the stories he knew, from this point of view, those who can stay in the wandering fork road for a long time are, to a certain extent, those who have value for the wandering fork in the road .

The nihilistic belief is endowed with entities, just like a church transformed into a commercial company. The more money you make, the more devout you are.

"No way, living in this ghost place, if you can just throw some 'worthless' commemorative coins to make yourself feel at ease, I think many people are willing to do so."

Vika rubbed the Mammon coin. This coin is worthless outside, but within the Wandering Fork Road, it is an extraordinary equivalent.

"Okay, here you are, this is what I owed Lebius before, so I will pay him back."

Vikka handed the mammon coin to Burrog, and then he spread his hand again and said.

"Now, give it to me."

Bologo looked at the mammon coin in his hand, and then at Vika, he couldn't help laughing.

"What is this? Is it a formality?"

"It's the observance of 'value' and 'value'," at which point Vika is surprisingly rigid.

"You look like believers of the 'tyrant', but the existence of your sect is a bit strange." Bologo said and handed back the mammon coins, and completed the transaction with Vika.

"Whatever you say, I also said these words to Lebius. Unfortunately, he is the same as you. You outsiders will not understand this."

For Bologo's reaction, Vika had expected it a long time ago. He took out a small box from under the bar, opened it, and filled it with Mammon Coins. Vika put new Mammon Coins into it to add to his accumulation. .

With Vika's qualifications in "Spider Web" and his "piousness", if the "tyrant" really exists, with Vika's accumulation, he can be regarded as a cardinal.

"what is that?"

Burrog noticed the coins in the small box. Except for the same "Mammon" on the back of the coins, some coins had different patterns on the front.

"These patterns are different, so why are the Mammon coins divided into denominations?" Borrog asked.

"The patterns of Mammon coins have their meanings. In easy-to-understand words, they are mysterious urban legends."

After thinking about it, Vika explained to Bologo in this way, and at the same time he took out a few more representative mammon coins and placed them in front of Bologo.

"This is another strong evidence for the real existence of the 'tyrant'. He has been watching us and minted different coins based on this. These patterns represent the things and people noticed by the 'tyrant'.

Some urban legends that have been passed down in our mouths but are difficult to prove. "

Burrog looked at the coins, making out the patterns on them.

"House in the Sun", "Amusement Park", "Wolves", "The Crown" and more...

"Then this 'tyrant' is really leisurely and elegant," Burrog asked curiously, "If I am noticed by him, he will also appear, representing my mammon coins?"

Vika glanced at the mammon coin of "Wolves" and said.

"of course."

"Oh?"

Bologo's interest was completely aroused, and the mammon coin representing himself circulated among the wandering fork roads, just like a legend that gradually emerged.

For him who is somewhat narcissistic, this is really a good temptation.

"Sounds pretty good."

It's really good, but Bologo has no time to waste on these things. He is immortal, and the rest of his life is almost endless. He has a lot of time to waste on these messy things, but first of all, his own revenge.

"So, back to Norm's clinic, our deal is done, so can you take me to see him?" Burlogo asked.

"I'm still open."

Vika pointed to the crowded dance floor, which seemed to be in an eternal carnival like sleepless day and night.

Bologo's eyes were slightly cold, and when he was about to say something, whether it was soft or hard, Vika said again.

"Nellie! Take this gentleman where he wants to go."

Vika waved his hand and gestured to the waiter named "Nellie".

Seeing that Bologo choked back his prepared words, he glanced at Vika a few more times and said softly.

"How did you meet Lebius?"

"Just like you and me now, when he got lost here, he put the knife on my neck and asked me to lead him the way."

Vika wiped his wine glass and was unexpectedly frank, recalling the bad past with a smile on his lips.

"These so-called legends of yours...are actually real, right?" Burrog said again.

Borrog had noticed this from the time Vikka said he would be on Mammon too, which sounded horrifying and exciting.

Souls, devils, demons, debtors... The short time after he was released from prison made Burlogo fully realize one thing, those things called legends are often real.

"Actually...you have already met a person who only exists in legends."

Vicar spoke words that Bologo couldn't understand.

Burrog paused for a few seconds without saying anything. He turned his head and was about to leave with Nellie, when Mammon coins flashed in front of his eyes.

"Become a legend? Sounds good."

Burrog turned his head and threw words at Vika.

"Forgot to introduce myself, Bolog Lazarus, I think we will meet again later."

After finishing speaking, Burlogo turned his head and followed Nellie away.

Watching the back of Bologo's departure, Vika put the cleaned wine glass aside, picked up the "Wolf Pack" mammon coin, and seemed to think of something, with deep and far-sighted eyes.

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After leaving the "spider web", under the leadership of Bolognelli, he walked for a while, and he could feel that the wandering fork in the road was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface. Thinking about it, there are still too many unknowns in this world. Even the secrets inside the Bureau of Order, Burlogo has not found out, let alone the outside world.

On the edge of the hesitant fork in the road, Bologo bid farewell to Nellie. Thanks to him for leading the way, Bologo was able to find his goal from this labyrinthine city.

Under his instructions, Bologo walked along the rugged promenade. This journey was not easy. There were gaps in the boards under his feet. The corridors shook slightly, and dust fell.

In the process of advancing, Burlogo saw his destination, Norm's clinic.

The building was built on an extended platform, with no windows, only an iron door, and the outer wall was dilapidated, made up of countless iron sheets.

After knocking on the door and waiting for a few seconds, Bologo pushed open the iron door. The room was dark, only a few beams of faint white light on the counter barely illuminated a corner of the room.

There were bursts of breathing sounds in the dimly lit darkness, and the outlines of those human figures could be vaguely seen, but everyone's faces were covered by shadows, and they couldn't see Borrog's appearance clearly, and neither could Borrog. them.

In front of the counter, a thin figure noticed the arrival of Bologo. He was a somewhat sick guy, with a pale and greasy feeling on his body, like a mouse living in the sewer.

"Yo, you have a new face," the man made a weird and distorted sound in his throat, like a cold mockery, "what do you need?"

"I'm looking for someone," Burrog said, coming up to the counter, "Norm Ward."

He looked at the mouse-like guy in front of him, and then at the darkness around him.

"Excuse me, is he there?"

The sound is chaotic and roaring, like the trembling brought by the cold wind passing through the window, like ghosts knocking on the door, babbling and babbling.

(End of this chapter)