Endless Debt.

Chapter 395 Snooping
Bologo left, and as the door closed tightly, the auxiliary arms pretending to be busy stopped in mid-air, and then Lebius' eyes moved from the door and landed on the door next to the desk .

Behind this door is Lebius' bedroom. As a workaholic, he has always lived in the office, and the room behind this door is usually the only one he lives in.

But now with the departure of Bologo, the doorknob was gently turned, the door was opened, and a tall figure walked out of Lebius' bedroom.

"You can directly formulate a promotion route for Burlogo, instead of guiding him in this insincere way."

Lebius stared at those golden pupils, his tone remained the same as before, without any fluctuations.

"That's not okay, as you said, he is a keen guy, too much interference will only arouse his vigilance."

The man brought a chair and sat in front of Lebius. His tall stature did not match the chair at all. The man seemed to be pushed in with great effort.

"How does a person react when he realizes that he has lived his whole life in a script?" the man asked.

"Angry, mad, hysterical?" Lebius replied indifferently.

The man asked again, "Well... then if it was Burlog, what do you think he would do?"

This time Lebius was silent, he was stopped by the man, Lebius tried hard to imagine that scene happened, but his poor imagination could not outline such a scene at all, nor could he judge Bologo's behavior.

Lebius shook his head, "I can't think of it."

"Yeah, I can't think of it either. Let's try to avoid such unknown and easily out-of-control things," the man smiled. "It will make him realize this later, just later."

"..."

Levius responded with silence.

"Don't do this, Lebius, I don't want to do this either," the man said helplessly, "We are all a pawn on the chessboard, a supporting role in a grand script."

Lebius said, "You want to say, you don't know the whole story either, do you?"

"almost."

The man thought for a while, "The director should be the only one who knows the whole picture. As for his thoughts? I couldn't figure it out many years ago."

Feeling the man's casual temperament, Lebius sighed. He still remembered that he was summoned by the decision-making room before, and then he was programmed into this mysterious operation with an extremely long time span.

At the same time, the man in front of him appeared more and more frequently in front of his eyes.

The man sensed the disgust in Lebius' eyes, and deliberately carried a bit of sadness that didn't match his appearance and identity in his words, "You don't seem to like me very much, Lebius."

"No... I just can't stand the smell of smoke on you, minister, you smell like a pack of burning bad cigarettes, even a veteran smoker would choke if he sniffed it. I feel like my lungs are speeding up Ageing."

Lebius fanned his nose. He was considered a neat and tidy person. He had never been able to get along with a casual guy like Nethaniel.

Nethaniel said nonchalantly, "How could that be? You are a power-bearer whose body has started to become etheric. Ordinary diseases will not happen to you at all. The only possible cause is the aging of your organs. .”

Sometimes Lebius felt that Nethaniel and Palmer were very similar, that the two were so out of line in some respects that they didn't care what others thought.

Lebius said, "The purpose of your coming here is not just to talk to me, right?"

"Of course, mainly to help you avoid his sight."

There was a gleam in Nethaniel's eyes. An invisible force has been interfering with reality and distorting the force surging in the reclining room.

"He cares about Bologo very much, and has been applying to us, eager to share Bologo's sight." Nethaniel looked at the ground, and the inn that was buried deep under the ground and filled with sunlight, "We refused, But he's not going to let it go that easily."

Shimmer's eyes fell on Levius again, and he continued, "I came here to shield him from prying eyes, and to conceal the conversation between you and me, Bologo.

No matter how honest, friendly, and nonthreatening he looks, it doesn't change who he is as a devil. "

Lebius nodded silently, agreeing with Nethaniel's words. If possible, Lebius hopes that he will never have anything to do with the existence of the House of the Rising Sun in this life, but this is just a vain fantasy. The shackles have been fixed on each other from the beginning, and will not end until death.

"I have always wondered. I can understand letting the tyrant settle in the Great Rift, but what about him? Let him entrenched in the depths of the reclamation room, like a bomb planted in our hearts."

Lebius felt a deep chill at the thought of being in the same room with a devil.

"He's just our disguise."

Nethaniel didn't give any further explanation, he continued to chat about other things.

"Afterwards, tell Bolog to be careful. Although this guy only likes to nest in the House of the Rising Sun, you also know his obsession with 'sight'."

"You feel……"

"He can't get the sight of Bologo, but he can let others watch him... He has quite a few followers, even if he never takes the initiative to respond to the calls of those people."

Hearing this, Lebius smiled wryly. The devil in the House of Rising Sun has always been lazy, so lazy that he doesn't care about his followers, but the more he is like this, the more disorderly and twisted guys are. Crazy enthusiasm.

"okay, I get it."

"Right, one more thing."

Just as the topic was about to end, Nethaniel changed his voice and continued chatting with Lebius.

"what happened?"

Rebius looked at Nethaniel expressionlessly, resisting the bad smell of cigarettes from his body.

"I personally went deep into the Great Rift to search for the King's Shield Guard." Nethaniel said the shocking news lightly.

"Although I couldn't find their traces, I still found some details..."

Nethaniel thought for a while, showing a sly smile.

"I seem to know who the King of Shadows is."

……

On the way home, Bologo kept thinking about what Lebius said to himself. There was no need for him to think about those trivial things, as long as he focused on his own strength, and exerted the power of the recruiting hand to the limit .

This gave Burlogo great inspiration. He sat on the sofa, picked up a metal ornament in his hand, and with the infusion of ether, he shaped and twisted it at will.

In the past, Bologo used the Snake Scale Liquid to shape his body to pass the time, but in the time axis disorder event, the Snake Scale Liquid was swallowed up by the Heart of Immortality, and Bologo just lost this item. A powerful alchemy weapon.

Hearing from Jeffrey, the alchemy weapons he lost will be replenished by the sublimation furnace core later, but after so long, the supplementary alchemy weapons are still not distributed.

With Aimu around, Burlogo didn't think that Bailey would skimp on it, and there was a faint sense of anticipation in his heart, just like looking forward to his own promotion ceremony.

"Xilin Kogadel..."

Burrogo lay sprawled on the couch, thinking about the dead man.

He tried to imagine Xilin's life. He was born in a royal family, and he should have had a splendid life, but he suffered a bloody night in his childhood. He lived a normal life, but on an unknown day, he gained the power to reverse his fate.

from the hands of the devil.

Now, with the death of the overlord Xilin, this power has fallen into the hands of Bologo after years of changes, and has been integrated into the soul.

"Could this be part of some grand conspiracy? Or just a coincidence of fate?"

Burrog whispered, unable to think of an answer.

The only one in this world who can decrypt it for him is the overlord Xilin who knows everything, but he died many years ago.

Bologo was thinking like this, and suddenly he noticed a cold gaze falling on him, he jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the fruit knife on the table, and stood up vigilantly.

As an employee of the Bureau of Order, another major disadvantage of living outside the reclamation room is that it is difficult to protect one's own safety.

There are often such cases in the Bureau of Order. The staff's residence is exposed and then attacked by the enemy.

Bologo was worried about this happening, but soon he realized that all he needed to worry about was that the furniture would not be damaged. As an undead himself, he would give all unwelcome guests a head-on blow.

Holding the fruit knife tightly, Bologo followed the strange feeling in his heart, and slowly moved towards the door. The muscles of Bologo's whole body were tense, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the steel, looking directly at the haze behind the obstacles.

Lowering his breath, Bologo knew the importance of first move, so he didn't release the ether, but just waited for a necessary opportunity.

The moment everything falls silent, the ether rises and explodes.

The cumbersome light trail covered Bologo's arm in an instant, and then extended on the fruit knife. Under the rapid increase of ether, Bologo easily penetrated the fruit knife through the door panel, and then the slender metal was on Bologo's. The extension in the hand, like a continuously extending spike, runs through it all the way.

Stepping forward, the anti-theft door cracked on both sides, opening the way for Bologo. I thought that there were powerful enemies waiting outside the door, but only an empty corridor was left for Bologo.

The extended spikes were nailed into the ground, and a little dust was stirred up, as if it was Burrogo's illusion, and there was no one outside the door.

Bolog also hesitated for a while, his proud intuition seemed to be wrong, but he did not take it lightly, but carefully inspected the circle, and after making sure that there was no threat, Bolog returned to the house, and Restore the anti-theft door.

After Burrog left, the shadows in the corner began to squirm and boil, and the gasps of excitement and fear echoed endlessly.

(End of this chapter)