Endless Debt.

Chapter 217 The Trial of Value
Borrog misjudged one thing from the very beginning. He thought that Amy knew nothing. In fact, Amy knew the one with the most secrets. She was the cornerstone of resurrecting Alice. All the secrets of TEDA related to her.

He didn't question loudly, nor did he yell at Amyu, his voice was very flat, as cold as winter.

Amyu was not silent for too long, she said, "The teacher wants to resurrect Alice."

"How to resurrect?" Burrog asked.

"The soul determines the body, but all of this may be reversible. Let the body determine the soul." Amy raised his head and looked directly at Boluoge, "make the container shape and return to its original appearance, and the soul in it , is also corrected from the error."

"Is all of this TEDA's plan? He didn't think at the beginning that these things could be hidden from us, and he used us instead."

Bologo realized that another reason why TEDA didn't do anything to him and Palmer was to use the two of them to let the Bureau of Order find the venue.

I don't know how Teda will snatch the immortal heart, but it is obvious that as long as the venue is chaotic, he has a chance of winning.

The best way to cause chaos is to let these forces fight together.

"The teacher never told me these things, he just told me to do what I should do." Amyu said.

"What are you supposed to do?"

"Protect her."

Amy knocked on his chest, Alice's Philosopher's Stone was hidden in the core of perpetual motion.

"Then what do you think, Amy."

Bologo asked again, but his question this time seemed a little inexplicable.

Amy didn't answer, but remained silent.

Burrog took a deep breath, and sometimes silence was an answer.

"I just hope your teacher won't do anything crazy. Although I don't like him very much, I've been taken care of by him for a while. If possible, I don't want to swing a knife at him."

The words were like this, but this time, Burlogo looked at Amyu with a slightly strange look.

"Is the teacher going to do something terrible?"

Amy became nervous, she didn't even know where the door led to, she just felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere today.

The usual harmony is gone, everyone is angry, hostile and wary of each other.

"I don't know, but he's going to a terrible place...he shouldn't be there."

After Bologo finished speaking, he was about to turn around and step into the door, but Aimu stretched out his hand to hold him and stopped Burlogo from moving.

"I will go with you."

The halo in his eyes became clear, and the edges were clear. Aimiao was unwilling to let the tragedy happen.

"This can only pass through one person."

As soon as Bologo finished speaking, the ether burst out, the glare flashed, and the clothes fell lightly on the ground, and then a coldness passed along the body, and a faint gleam surrounded Bologo's body surface.

"now what?"

The voice sounded directly in Burlogo's mind.

Burrog hesitated for a moment, picked up the suitcase Palmer had prepared, and slammed into the darkness of nothingness.

……

The dim light in the room slightly illuminated the man in the mirror, Gray looked at himself in the mirror, the familiar self was no longer there, but a face that had been devastated and withered.

Gray couldn't remember how many days he had spent in this deep gap, and he couldn't remember what he looked like in the past. There was a faint pain in his body, and he habitually picked up the medicine and stabbed it along his arm. , so as to reduce the interference of pain.

He has become addicted to drugs, and now without the help of sedatives, Gray can't even sleep.

Whenever he closes his eyes, Gray always returns to that stormy night, when Jamon betrayed him, and Miransha died tragically before his eyes...

Fortunately, Gray survived, and in doing so, got a chance for revenge, even if it would burn himself.

Wash your face vigorously to wake yourself up.

After waking up, all senses became sharper, and Gray could vaguely hear the noise caused by the trembling metal.

That thing has been making noises since a few minutes ago.

Gray was not in a hurry, he knew there was plenty of time, picked up the sewn up clothes, this was the uniform of the King's Secret Sword, Gray put it back on, and looked at himself in the mirror, which reminded him of joining the King The day of the secret sword.

Finally, he picked up the mottled coat of arms and fixed it on his chest. Gray stretched out his hand to hold the noble secret sword, which once belonged to Miransha.

"Jamon..."

Gray's voice was hoarse and full of curses.

At this time, the door behind him opened slightly, and the light poured in. Through the mirror, Gray could see the figure standing at the door.

"It's already started, aren't you going yet?" the man asked.

"Is what you said true? Those guys named King's Shield Guards." Gray ignored the man's words, but asked about something else.

"Is it important whether they are true or not? Anyway, Jamon is among them, and they are all your enemies," the man said.

"That's right," Gray nodded, turning his head to look at the figure at the door, "What about you? Vika, what are you doing all this for?"

"Vika?" The man smiled and shook his head, "Vika is off today."

The man walked towards Gray, and his face gradually became clear. He and Vika had exactly the same appearance. To be precise, he was Vika, but Gray understood that the insides under the skin were different.

"Who are you?" Gray asked, "Anyway, I will probably die inside. It should be fine for a dead person to know the secret, right?"

The man thought for a while, and it was indeed the truth, and then he talked to Gray through Vika's body.

"You can call me Mammon."

There was a strange look in Gray's eyes, and he didn't show too much surprise. He had already vaguely guessed this after living here for so long.

"What exactly do you want to do? This is your kingdom. You know all the movements of the guards and guards, and even their purpose. Why do you let them go? Just because you can't directly interfere with reality? "

Gray continued to ask, this was the last time of his life, and he wanted to know more secrets.

"Let go? Do you think I'm letting them go?" Mammon didn't understand.

Hearing such an answer, Gray's eyes became serious, and he realized that all this was not as simple as he thought.

"They are also under your control?"

"No, I just made good use of them." Mammon smiled, and then said, "Don't look at me like this, in fact, I also have selfish intentions."

"What kind of selfishness?"

"You're asking too much, Gray," said Mammon.

"I'm also a part of your plan, right? At least let me understand?" Gray said expressionlessly.

"How could it be? We are mutually beneficial. I took you in and gave you a chance to take revenge..."

"But it's what you want, isn't it?" Gray pressed on.

There were bursts of hoarse and weird laughter, the man's pupils were hollow, and the muscles on his face twisted, making an exaggerated and weird smile.

"I'm looking for someone, one of my brothers, we haven't seen each other for many years."

Mammon said suddenly, "I thought I would keep searching like this, but not long ago, I met another person who inspired me."

"You're right, Gray. I can't directly interfere with this world. It took me so many years to find someone for this simple matter."

The empty pupils split open, like cells that are constantly differentiating, and the dense pupils filled the whites of the eyes. Mammon approached Gray, and a strange whisper lingered in his ears.

"This is a trial to screen out those who are truly valuable."

Gray guessed what happened next, and he didn't feel much about it, just bored.

"The most valuable person will become your debtor and run for you."

Gray remembered that pale mask, and he was inextricably linked to all this.

"Is it a delusional person? You have taken a fancy to his value."

"No, no, value is not fixed," Mammon denied, and then he asked Gray, "How do you think a person's value is judged?"

Gray didn't say a word, but Mammon let out bursts of shrill laughter again.

"Everyone has a chance to prove their worth, even you, Gray."

Gray shook his head and said nonchalantly, "The devil's blessing? Let's forget it."

He crossed the mammon door and picked up the thing that had been making the noise. It was a dark key, and Gray inserted it into the lock of the door, and then pulled out a darkness.

Gray gripped Miransha's secret sword tightly and stepped into it.

……

"Devil...I hate this group of weird and crazy beings, but I have to admit that when you are in a desperate situation, only they are willing to lend a helping hand."

The King of Shadows sat on the glass round bottom, the sea of ​​fog below shone with hazy light, and the cloudy pupils under the mask were watching.

Behind the Shadow King, the third guard was beside him, like a bodyguard, protecting him at all times.

"Have they set off?" Shadow King asked.

"We have already entered the venue, and we are bound to win the immortal heart." The third seat responded.

"Is it inevitable..."

The Shadow King didn't feel much excited by the words of the third seat, but was full of doubts.

"What's wrong?" asked the third seat.

"We are in the tyrant's territory, and now we want to snatch his sacrifice... He is so quiet, it makes people feel uneasy." Shadow King said softly.

"We keep it secret very well. No one knows our purpose. Even the Bureau of Order can't trace us now." The third seat said.

"No, you underestimate the devil too much. It would be fine if it was in another place, but here is a big rift. The tyrant knows everything about his land."

Shadow King's mood is not stable, he has never liked this place, no matter in the past or now.

"But he didn't do anything."

Listening to the words of the third seat, the Shadow King paused for a few seconds, and then said.

"Maybe he already did what he wanted to do."

The third seat did not understand what the Shadow King said, and the Shadow King had no intention of explaining, but stared obsessively at the sea of ​​fog below, with a low and hoarse voice.

"Don't underestimate the devil, they are omnipotent, but don't underestimate the devil, they are just sad prisoners."

(End of this chapter)