Endless Debt.

Chapter 399 Unbound Poetry Society
In the end, apart from this absurd story, Bologo didn't get anything useful from Serley's mouth... It's a little bit, at least Bologo knows that Serley has been in this neurotic appearance hundreds of years ago .

Borogo muttered, "But Thurey has lived long enough."

Cerley told the story to the rise, and several people gathered around a blood-stained head, listening to his experiences in the past hundred years.

After running with the group of psychopaths for a while, Serley gradually felt bored. He needed new fun, so he left the camp alone in a dull night.

"I didn't understand what these lunatics were doing all the way, but the moment I left the camp, I suddenly understood that they, like me, were a group of walking corpses swallowed by emptiness, in search of a little pleasure, To make the numb content have such a slight ups and downs."

Threi showed a puzzled look, "But what I don't understand is that I am an undead who has gone through countless ages, and they are just a group of mortals with a limited lifespan.

It was an ignorant and primitive era, and everyone believed in kings and knights. There were no signs of the current thoughts in that era. I don’t think these people are nihilistic believers. They are more like showing someone. Provide pleasure for someone.

I know that this is all similar things, and there may be some deviations, but there is no way, after all, it has been so long, and the memory will inevitably become blurred. "

That's all the information I got from Seri. This guy was too drunk. After a brief greeting with the two of them, he lay down on the table and fell asleep. It was Bode who was passing by who carried him. Back in the room.

Burrog and Palmer advanced in the empty corridor, their eyes fell on the ground in front of them, and Burrog reminisced about Thurley's past experiences.

Suddenly, Borrog realized something. If it was Thurley, he must know something.

The Ye Clan was born in the age of ignorance thousands of years ago. At that time, there was no Kogadel Empire and Rhine Alliance in the world, but only secret associations and hermit families that were also hidden in the world.

Among them, the alchemists were the first group of people who noticed the ether and conducted research on the secret source. They developed together with the night race. Human beings are limited by the limitation of lifespan, constantly dying, relying on books to teach the next generation infinite knowledge.

But the eternal Night Clan is not subject to such constraints, that is to say, as the lord of the Night Clan, Threi may have watched the process of the continuous increase of ether concentration.

With the changes of the years, extraordinary power has penetrated every inch of land little by little, enabling those secret energies that can only slightly affect reality to have the power to move mountains and fill seas today.

The Ye Clan developed secretly for thousands of years, during which time they had constant conflicts with the secret societies, until the Dawn War a hundred years ago, when the Ye Clan was about to create the Eternal Night Empire, the coalition forces of the secret societies completely defeated them.

Then there was a short period of peace, the rise of the Kogadel Empire, and in order to fight against this expanding kingship, the countries united together and became the current Rhine Alliance, followed by the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the Fall of the Holy City, and the Secret War , until now...

Bologo recalled the ancient history he knew. During these long years, countless forces were born and countless forces perished. Only the devil survived forever, shuttling in the shadow of people's hearts.

"I always feel that the past of this world is not that simple, at least the part related to the devil." Bologo murmured.

"If you are interested in history, you can visit the library at my house when you arrive at Fengyuan Heights."

Palmer said on the side, "Because sublimation people need to hide in the shadows of the world, the history of the extraordinary world is actually quite fragmented. Each secret association records differently, and each has its own limitations. Even if the Bureau of Order is unified For various reasons, everyone will hide some secrets, which makes this historical picture full of holes, so sometimes the records of the Bureau of Order are not comprehensive."

Burrog nodded. He felt like a detective, facing a conspiracy that ran through the present and the past, so huge that it had no boundaries.

Palmer whispered, "Then...Bologo, can you pay attention to your image?"

"Image? I think my image is not bad, what's wrong?"

Bologo looked down at his clothes. He has always been dressed in the uniform of the Bureau of Order. Even his personal clothes are mostly gray and black, matching Bologo's indifferent and alienated eyes. , he looks like a cold and lonely stag at first glance.

Palmer stared at Bologo's hand, and Bologo followed his line of sight, holding the head wrapped in a coat in his hand. Although it was covered by clothes, everyone in the Bureau of Order could be regarded as a Professionals can see what's in it at a glance.

The worst thing was that the dirty blood soaked through the clothes, and the sticky blood dripped and flowed all the way, leaving eye-catching marks on the white ground.

Now the stag's antlers were bearing the enemy's corpse, and the intestines were pierced through the forks.

……

The suspended auxiliary arms fell one after another, and Lebius raised his head, looking at Bologo in front of him with complex eyes, and the blood-stained head he was carrying.

Lebius learned of the paranoia of Burlogo's character very early, but this paranoia will become ridiculous at certain times.

Lebius said, "As far as I can remember, you were the first employee to bring a human head to the office."

"First case? Not bad, it gives me a special sense of accomplishment."

This indifferent stag is actually quite enthusiastic. After working with Palmer for a long time, he can tell some jokes more or less under his influence.

Levius asked, "What's going on?"

Bologo didn't hide anything, and directly recounted to Lebius all the abnormal feelings of the past few days, as well as the conversation with Seri.

Lebius's expression was extremely calm, without any ups and downs or changes from beginning to end. After Burogo finished speaking, he picked up the pen and tapped the pen tip on the table lightly.

"Is that so..."

"Do you have any ideas? I always feel that I will not be targeted for no reason, let alone such a strange group of lunatics."

Bologo is very troubled by this, "They feel like a group of perverts to me, which is disgusting."

Hearing such words from Bologo's mouth, even Lebius couldn't help but smile, and then his expression became serious.

"You mean, the other person's pupils are like cameras, right?"

"Yes."

With the affirmation of Bologo, the figure of a bystander flashed in Lebius' eyes.

After the Bureau of Order rejected the request of the bystanders, he really started to take action, using those believers to get Burrog's sight.

Lebius' eyes gradually turned cold. If he guessed right, the bystanders are now observing Borrog through his own eyes, sitting under the huge screen, grabbing a lot of popcorn plugs into the mouth.

Then what you say and do will inevitably be observed by bystanders...

Lebius knew that the bystander was a lazy guy. For thousands of years, he had been watching the world indifferently, never taking any active actions. Even if he knew what was happening now, he would just regard it as " Story" appreciation without any reaction.

That is, he is harmless.

No matter how harmless he was, it still couldn't change his essence as a devil. Even if he didn't take any action, the feeling of being spied on and losing privacy still disgusted Lebius.

Burrog asked, "Do you know who it is?"

"Um……"

Lebius hesitated for a while, but still gave an affirmative answer, "Like the Gorilla Sect, they are a group of demon followers."

"Just like the Gorilla Rot Sect's stubborn pursuit of flesh and blood, they also have a very obvious feature, that is, the eyes like cameras."

Lebius told his intelligence to the bystanders and his faithful followers.

"To be honest, our Bureau of Order doesn't know much about them. We just barely know that this group currently calls themselves the 'crew'."

"The crew?"

This overly modern vocabulary made Palmer a little confused, "I thought that the believers of these devils were similar to the Scarlet Sect."

"Is it full of old cult colors?" Lebius shook his head, "Each devil has a different group of believers, and these groups of believers have different appearances because of the different devils they believe in."

"The special thing about 'Crew' is that it's just their name in recent years."

Burrog asked, "You mean they have many other names in history?"

"According to Bureau of Order records, this group has changed with the times.

With the rise of the modern film industry, their pupils became like cameras, and then they called their groups "crew", and there was a clear division of labor within them, director group, photography group, lighting group, venues, props... "

"It sounds like they really want to make a movie."

Palmer sighed, having been in close communication with the Scarlet Sect for a long time, the "crew" is simply a clear stream among the cultists.

"A movie? Almost."

Lebius went on to chat about the past, "Before cinema, when only words and pictures circulated, they saw themselves as bards, when they were seen as a group of poets.

Now poets are coming to an end, movies are on the rise, and they are changing... But this cannot change their essence, no matter how many generations of names they change, so in the official records of the Bureau of Order, we are still used to using the old title call them. "

Lebius took the dusty name out of his memory.

"Unbound Poetry Club."

(End of this chapter)