Endless Debt.

Chapter 283 Good Traditions
Behind the observation window, the old figures were silent, even the sound of heavy breathing disappeared, only the life-support instruments made ticking sounds from time to time.

After a short rescue, the condition of these old guys has stabilized, and the light of wisdom is shining under the sunken eye sockets.

After a period of time, the sound of breathing returned, coughing and panting continued, breaking the silence and making noise again.

They don't care much about this triple trial anymore, anyway, there will be a commissioner to record all this, and they just need to look through the records later.

Their eyes were all focused on the leader, the old man in white robe. According to their perception, this guy should have been dead for many years, but now he just appeared in front of his eyes.

Some people have already realized why. Looking at the old guy's body, although he is wearing a white robe, the flesh and blood under the robe is long gone.

In order to extend the life of the white-robed old man, most of his internal organs were replaced with artificial creations many years ago, and what flows in his body is no longer flesh and blood, but some kind of alchemy solution. To undergo a dialysis.

But this is not the reason why the white-robed old man can live until now. What can really allow him to survive the long years and extend to this day is his own glorious rank.

The body has entered etherification, freed from the shackles of the mortal, and because of the powerful vitality carried by his own secret energy, he has stood up in the torrent of time.

"Old... teacher?"

The old man on the side was very emotional, he wanted to talk to the old man in white robe.

"To shut up."

The old man in white robe severely interrupted his words, the old man's expression froze, after living for so long, he has become an old man, but now he actually has such a grievance on his face.

The others also kept silent tactfully, thinking about why the white-robed old man appeared at this time.

Judging from the official records, he died more than 40 years ago, but now he appeared in front of his eyes so alive, followed by shock. Based on what these old people knew about him, the old man in white robe is now Beyond the shackles of life span, almost 200 years old.

Everyone has too much to say, but under the coercion of the white-robed old man, these famous masters, like young apprentices, dare not speak.

Yas in the rear also gradually guessed the identity of the white-robed old man from the reactions of these old men, and he also fell into the same shock.

Shocked by the identity of the old man in white robe, even more shocked by why he is still alive, and why he suddenly appeared here.

Without any prior report or notice, he just came here directly.

It feels like, you are working normally, and suddenly the director of the Order Bureau comes to visit you with breakfast, and asks if your work is going well recently, and if you need a salary increase or something.

Yas swallowed, what happened recently, there are more and more damn things.

The white-robed old man didn't care what the people around him thought. He just looked at Bologo below him intently. His old and terrifying face, when he saw Bologo, his expression eased a little, as if he had seen a man he hadn't seen for many years. An old friend... though Bologo didn't know him.

"Has it been so long in a flash? Even he was released and became one of us."

The white-robed old man whispered and said so, but he didn't seem surprised by the current situation of Bologo, as if it was doomed many years ago.

He just sighed softly.

"Do you still do this, Albert."

Gently shaking his head, the old man in white robe turned to look at the other person, the guy who was curled up on the ground, crying with his head in his arms.

"who is she?"

"She is Bailey Iyeta, a student of TEDA, and the current head of the sublimation furnace core," said the student on the side, "is it your...disciple?"

The old man in white robe glanced at the students beside him, he had become an old fellow like himself, all the hair on his head was bald, and he couldn't help sighing, "I didn't expect that you didn't die either! , Morgan."

"Hey, teacher, you are not dead, how can I leave first."

Morgan, who was calm and speechless in the eyes of others, no longer opened his mouth to tease his teacher.

"Teda...Teda Yajedet?"

The white-robed old man recalled these names. Although they no longer appear in the eyes of the world, he still has some understanding of the current situation of the Bureau of Order.

Soon relevant information appeared in his mind. He was old, but his mind was still bright.

Recalling those related top-secret documents, his eyes gradually became sharper, and he asked, "Who is the person in charge of the Hall of Scholars now?"

"After your old 'death', I have been in charge." Morgan said.

The old man in white robe glanced at Morgan, then stood up on crutches, and glanced at the other old guys.

He said they were old guys, but in his eyes, they were all young people. Except for the undead, few people lived longer than the old man in white robe these days.

"Is that so... Now I am the person in charge of the Hall of Scholars, and you will be my assistant."

The tone of the white-robed old man was unquestionable.

Morgan was stunned for a moment, he realized that something was wrong, the old guy crawled out of the coffin board, not to see these disciples and grandchildren, but to fight with himself for power.

"Teacher, you know that I have always respected you, but this kind of thing needs to be notified by the decision-making room." Morgan raised his eyebrows.

The old man in white robe looked at him silently.

Morgan's heart sank, and he said bravely, "Teacher, you are also an old man in the Bureau of Order. You should know that regulations are the most important thing."

Hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared on the terrifying face of the old man in white robe, and he reached out and patted Morgan's shoulder.

"Good apprentice, after all these years, you still haven't changed at all."

"The same is true for the teacher, he is still so strong."

The two were grinning. If Bologo was here and could see these, he would definitely sigh and miss his eyes.

I thought that the behavior of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors was only limited to Taida and Bai Li, but now it seems that this is more like the fine tradition of the sublimation furnace core in the past.

The smile on the face of the old man in white robe disappeared, and he said loudly, "Now I am the person in charge of the Hall of Scholars, who is against it?"

Everyone remained silent, silently agreeing with the status of the old man in white robe.

The main reason is that I want to object but I can’t. The old man in white robe crushed everyone present with his attainments in alchemy. As the first minister of the sublimation furnace core, he also crushed everyone in terms of qualifications. As for force?

This is even more incomparable. As a glorious person, he can easily crush the old guys on the physical level, and after being crushed, he can reassemble it again, and then crush it several times.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" He looked at Morgan.

Morgan thought for a few seconds, and a flattering smile appeared on his old and ugly face.

"Teacher, don't use crutches, I will help you push the wheelchair!"

……

There were no accidents in the ceremony of the triple trial this time, but if there were any accidents, it was only Bai Li.

"Bologo, you are ungrateful!"

In the medical room, Bai Li's forehead was red, and she stuck an ice pack on it.

She just wanted to observe the state of Burlogo, who would have thought that this guy sat upright like a carp, and hit Bailey dizzy with a head hammer.

As expected of an expert, the unintentional head hammer was so fierce that until now Bai Li still felt that there was a double image when looking at things.

Bologo's expression was a bit complicated, and he sat obediently by the side without saying a word.

"You almost killed a minister," Bailey said in a strange tone. "Is this Borogo Lazarus? You did something that even the king's secret sword couldn't do easily."

The corner of Burrogo's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but he also understood that once he talked to Bailey, it would definitely be a mentally handicapped conversation, and it would end with him paying some price.

He is too familiar with these things, and this guy Bai Li has often used himself in this way.

"Ahem... sorry." Burrog couldn't help but speak.

Bailey's eyes lit up, and when he was about to launch an offensive against Burlog, Burrog said first, "I saw something strange."

"During the ceremony, I saw a lot of hallucinations. I know this is a normal phenomenon, but I seem to have encountered what you called 'lost'."

Burrogo expressed all the doubts in his heart, and did not give Bailey a chance to intervene.

"I saw a blazing storm, as if... it could pull my soul out."

Bailey's rhetoric was stuck in her throat by Burlogo's question, her expression froze, and then she instinctively thought about these things, and forgot what she had just planned.

Bologo breathed a sigh of relief. When it comes to professional matters, Bailey will also become professional, enter a serious state, and end the mentally handicapped dialogue.

"Lost? I'm not sure about that," Bailey said.

"Why can't you be sure?" Burrog didn't understand.

"Literally," Bai Li spread her hands, "to be lost is to be lost, if you can come back after you get lost, then it's not called lost."

(End of this chapter)