Endless Debt.

213 Blizzard

Winter completely enveloped the city, gloomy snow clouds piled up on the high-rise buildings, sprinkled a lot of snowflakes to the sky and the earth, and the gusts of wind dragged these crystal fragments, scraping pedestrians like a razor. cheek.

Bologo put on a thick coat and a scarf around his neck, and walked on the streets of Opals with one foot deep and the other shallow.

It has been more than a week since the end of the oath festival, but the aftermath of the oath festival is still reverberating in the city, the decorations that have not been put away, the ribbons mixed with gray and black slush, and the occasional celebrations played at the door of the shop singing……

The blizzard hit his face head-on, and every time he took a breath of icy air, he scratched his heart and lungs. Bologo didn't feel the remnants of the festive atmosphere at all, but instead felt a sense of desolation after the destruction.

There is only chaotic gray and white between the sky and the earth. Snow and ice hang on the surface of the building. It is clearly early in the morning, but the heavy snow blocks all the light. In the chaos, you can see lights on the street, and the vehicles are struggling in the blizzard. move forward.

Today is not a good day to go to work, but unfortunately, there is an important job to do today, and Burlogo has to come to the Bureau of Order.

After stepping into the "reclamation room", Bologo closed the door forcefully, isolating the wind and snow from the door, and slapped the snow on his body vigorously. They fell all over the ground and melted into accumulated water.

There are many such water stains at the door. It seems that it is not easy for everyone to come to work today.

Pushing away from Lebius' office, Bologo sat down on the sofa and rubbed his hands vigorously to warm up his cold body again.

"It's terrible weather," Burrog muttered.

"You're not going to die."

Jeffrey commented that he arrived a little earlier than Burlogo.

"I won't die, but it doesn't mean I'm not afraid of the cold... The feeling of freezing to death is too terrible." Bologo said with lingering fear, as if he had really been frozen to death.

"Have a cup of hot coffee."

Uriel handed Burrog a cup of steaming coffee.

Bologo quickly took it, warming his palm while thanking, "Thank you, Uriel."

Uriel smiled at Bologo, and continued to get busy, assisting Lebius with various official duties.

Looking at Uriel's busy figure, sometimes Bologo almost forgot that there was such a person in the group, but every time he saw Uriel, Bologo would feel a sense of relief.

Uriel, Uriel, in this special operations group, she is a rare normal person, making Burlogo feel that he is still involved with the benchmark of reality.

"The winter in Opals is always like this, and this is just the beginning, and the snowstorm in the deep winter has not yet come." Jeffrey said.

"A blizzard in the depths of winter..."

Burrog muttered under his breath that he had personally experienced this "deep winter snowstorm".

When he got out of prison, he ran into the winter of Opals. Fortunately, Adele took him in, and Burlogo spent the whole winter on the sofa in her house.

In the deep winter, a thick layer of ice formed on the windows, and when the light fell, it would also be blurred into hazy white light. When the blizzard came, it seemed that there were thousands of ghosts walking in the blizzard. whimper.

Burrog always thought that the blizzard in Opals could be regarded as a real natural disaster. After the blizzard passed, it was common for street traffic to be paralyzed, but the worst place was not within Opals, but the Great Rift.

It is said that many people would freeze to death in the Great Rift every winter, and ice and snow covered the already rusty long ladder corridors, making the actions in the Great Rift even more dangerous.

The door of the office was pushed open, and Palmer walked in slowly. Unlike Borrog's panic, this guy seemed not affected by the wind and snow, and his clothes were not neat.

Burrog was a little surprised. According to his understanding of Palmer, this guy should be covered in snow, screaming and pushing the door, then snatched Uriel's hot coffee, and huddled on the sofa to complain about this If the weather is still working or something.

"Fengyuan is really a useful secret energy."

Noticing Burrow's gaze, Palmer raised his eyebrows as if he knew what Burrow was thinking.

The weather outside was very bad, but Palmer had a strong wind to open the way for him, and even if his vision was blocked, he didn't have to worry about being discovered, so he drove the secret energy all the way to the "reclamation room".

Sitting next to Burrog, he asked Geoffrey with a relaxed attitude, "What's important today, even this kind of weather has to be reported."

"Better than important things...Palmer, if you violate the regulations again, I will really deduct your salary." Jeffrey stared at Palmer and said seriously.

Hearing Jeffrey's words, Palmer instantly changed back to his familiar appearance, sat on the sofa with his back straight, and repeatedly apologized.

In the employee handbook of the Bureau of Order, there is such a regulation that it is necessary to avoid launching secret energy in the city when it is not necessary. This is not only to conceal the existence of extraordinary power, but also to avoid unnecessary vigilance.

Oath City Opals is very big, so big that after so many years, the city is still developing and growing.

As a city between the two behemoths, there are countless foreigners living here. No one knows how many desperadoes are hidden in the quiet life, or even whether there are desperadoes in exile.

Activating the secret energy in the city will inevitably cause ether fluctuations. If there are potential sublimation people around, this is undoubtedly an active exposure of one's identity and position.

As an expert, Bologo has always abided by the employee rules, and he can at most use his secret energy to hone his skills in his own home. Even so, Burlogo often observes whether there are strange faces nearby, and he is full of vigilance.

Palmer is at the other extreme. This guy often drives a car in the middle of the night with his secret power. He is a habitual offender. For this reason, Jeffrey deducted his salary a lot, but often this can only make Palmer restrain himself. Just a few days.

"Okay, I'll pay attention." Palmer nodded repeatedly.

Since the Clakes family cut off Palmer's living expenses, Palmer's lifeline was completely maintained by the salary of the Bureau of Order.

"Don't be like those radical old guys who always want to go to the front of the stage."

Geoffrey said something that didn't make sense, but Palmer felt even more sorry after hearing it.

"What's the most important thing today?" Burlogo changed the subject and glanced at Palmer from the corner of his eye.

There were times when Burlogo felt like he was underutilizing Palmer, and that he was a hapless, salary-thief, unreliable guy, but that didn't take away from the fact that he was part of the Klex family.

Then, as an ancient extraordinary family, the Krex family should know a lot of secrets, and I don't know how much Palmer knows.

I have to find a way to pry his mouth and dig out these secrets.

"Important matter..."

Jeffrey muttered a few words, then looked at Lebius.

At this time Lebius put down the work at hand and looked at the two expressionlessly.

Bologo's heart tightened, his boss usually kept silent, and whenever he spoke, it was basically something terrible.

"The sixth group has already received the invitation letter."

Lebius said as he opened the drawer, took out two black keys from it, and placed them in front of the table.

"This is... the key of the crooked path?" Burrog felt the ether fluctuation floating on the key.

"These are two winding keys leading to the auction venue," Lebius stated the details of the task. "The contractor of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce engraved the power of the devil's contract on them and set various restrictions."

"for example?"

"This key of the winding path is disposable, it will be damaged after use, and it can only allow one person to pass through it." Lebius explained.

"Is that so..."

Burrog thought deeply. Once the operation started, he and Palmer would be considered deep inside the enemy's heartland.

"This crooked key won't send us to another place, right? Then the sixth group won't be able to catch up in a while." Palmer said.

"No, this is a sacrifice to the tyrant. In any case, all this can only be unfolded in the wandering fork." Jeffrey said.

"And then...these things."

Lebius said and took out two black cubes from the drawer. This guy can always take out messy things from the drawer. If he can, Burlogo really wants to see how big his drawer is.

"These two things are signal generators, which can send out specific ether fluctuations, so that we can determine your position."

Burrog went forward, put away these things, and shared with Palmer.

"By the way, have you read those books seriously?" Lebius asked again.

"I read it...but it's useless. I'm a sublimator, not an alchemist. How did I learn it in such a short time?" Palmer complained.

"After reading a part, I didn't understand much, but as long as we continue to destroy it, right?" Burogo said.

"That's about it." Lebius nodded.

The main task of the two is to expose the location of the venue and destroy the imaginary domain as much as possible.

Destroying the imaginary domain sounds simple, but it is a technical job. In order to facilitate the actions of the two, Lebius transferred some action records of the third group, so that the two can learn from the experience of professionals.

"So when does the mission start?" Burrog asked.

"I don't know." Lebius shook his head, "No one knows when the Gray Trader will start."

"But when they start the auction, the key of the crooked path in your hands will start to stir, reminding you to open the nearest door and go to the venue. That's when the mission will begin." Lebius added.

"Okay, we'll keep in touch with Sentinels all the time."

Burrog clenched the key in his hand, ready to go to battle.

Lebius also nodded, but when Bologo couldn't notice, he opened the drawer silently and glanced at the mask in it.

(End of this chapter)