Endless Debt.

Chapter 420 Regret Follows Everywhere
It should be said that it is indeed Palmer, even the love story is much more outrageous than normal people.

Palmer drank himself a few bottles of wine in a row, trying to crawl out of this bad memory, nagging non-stop, "From the results, this is considered good, but I always feel that something is wrong..."

Bologo comforted, "Forget it, don't think about it with your mind."

"No, no, no, I'm still a little angry. This is a major event in my life. They just dealt with it so casually?"

Palmer has always felt that there seems to be something wrong with his life, just like the coming-of-age ceremony back then, those evil and crazy stories were instilled in him so easily, and then this engagement...

It seems that every extremely important event in my life ends in an understatement.

"Since then, I have had a cold war with Woxilin for a while. I think I still like her, but not so much. My father doesn't communicate with me, I can understand, but she doesn't talk to me about this... It made me really angry."

Burlogo asked, "What happened then?"

It was obvious that Palmer and Vossilyn had reconciled for something, and Burlogo had a vague guess as to why.

"Then? Then came the incident that changed my fate. Church and I were besieged by the Scarlet Cult. In an emergency, I became a debtor."

Palmer often mentioned the experience at that time, but it was more for bragging purposes, but this time was different. He rarely talked about his mental activities at the time.

"You are undead, so you may not be able to understand this.

I was terribly afraid at that time, there were enemies everywhere, the cold light of the sword was shining, and the bullets were constantly splashing in all directions. I suddenly realized that the death I usually joked about was close at hand.

I'm going to die, to die in this damn place, to be a corpse in obscurity. "

Palmer was silent for a moment, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked drunk. Apart from Thurley, Palmer was more or less an alcoholic.

"It's just...it's often said in stories that when a person is about to die, he will look back at the story of his life, but my mind is empty."

Palmer's voice became unusually serious.

"If there's anything to say, it's Woxilin.

I clearly recall her appearance, her voice, her breath, everything about her... She seemed to be standing in front of me alive, smiling at me as usual.

I feel sorry, I shouldn't have a cold war with her. If I knew this was the case, I would definitely have a good chat with her before I set off. It doesn't matter what I talk about, I just want to make sure she is there.

Then I began to feel very lucky again, thinking about it carefully, I was going to die, and I didn't have any regrets at all.

I began to understand Woxilin's behavior. If she hadn't kissed me forcefully, this relationship would have been wiped out along with death. If there hadn't been that damn engagement banquet, Wuxilin wouldn't have become my fiancée... …

As expected, she made up for all my regrets. "

Palmer had a look of disbelief and surprise.

"I found that I could die with a satisfied face. There is nothing better than this."

Burrogo nodded gently, and listened carefully to Palmer's wonderful love story. Val leaned aside, licking her own hair from time to time. Serley also restrained his smile. While listening to Palmer's story, Threi seemed to recall something, thousands of thoughts flashed in his ruby-like pupils.

"I think I can obey Death, but I feel very angry, very angry, and I still have to deal with the engagement."

Palmer yelled and cursed as he spoke, "It's like I'm married! What should I wear to the wedding, a wedding dress?"

Burrogo agreed, "I don't think so, if you will."

Imagine Palmer showing up in a wedding dress... that's pretty much Palmer's style.

"I don't know what I was thinking at the time... I just thought it shouldn't be like this. She kissed me forcefully. I lost this round, so I should be the one who proposes. I want to win it back!
As the heir of the Clakes family, how can I be married by another woman? I have to live. I will go to see Woxilin and propose to her in person instead of letting her go to my father secretly!

This kind of thing should be brought up by me, right! "

"A very reasonable and weird drive." Burlogo began to applaud.

Palmer said aggressively, "You all know the rest of the story, I preempted the ceremony, made deals with the devil, and became a debtor.

I survived to propose to Woxilin myself. "

Burrog asked again, "And then? Did you propose to Vorcelyn?"

Palmer fell silent, and the results were obvious.

"Well... oh, what should I say?" Palmer actually became shy, "Isn't it because I haven't had time to go back?"

Burrog felt that he had listened to the story for nothing, and slapped the table angrily, "You and Church are not far behind!"

"No, I just..."

Palmer hesitated, did not continue, but brought the topic back to Church.

"I just think... No matter what, there must be a result, not nothing. Church can't live under the mask all the time. He is not a ghost living among countless masks, but a living person."

Palmer's words reminded Bologo of the past, and he remembered that he also knew such a guy who lived under the mask.

"I agree."

Thurley suddenly said, "After the regret appeared, I think the feeling of regret is the worst punishment."

The bright red eyes fell on Palmer's body, and they looked at each other. Suddenly, Palmer felt as if he knew Thurley again.

The aura of insanity disappeared from Serley's body, his pale skin was bloodless, and thousands of sorrows lingered in his ruby-like pupils. In a trance, Serley seemed to have turned back into that ancient and mysterious night clan lord again. , on the throne of the deep and dark castle, waiting for the dawn that never comes.

"Fortunately, mortals will die one day, and regrets will also disappear under the scythe of death, unlike the undead, regrets will accompany us until the end of time."

After Serley finished speaking, he fell silent, his eyes lowered in his wine glass, thinking about things that no one knew about.

Bologo didn't bother Seri. The night clan lord had spent a long time. Even though he played around in the world now and didn't care about everything, Bologo believed that Seri's heart was also hot.

Can't help but see Serley's thick photo album, which records each of his wives... Such a long life, it is inevitable that there will be some regrets.

And then it was about himself, about Blog Lazarus's own regrets.

Burlogo recalled all the good things he would spend the rest of his life making up for.

"what……"

Palmer looked up, thinking, "Go and apologize to Church when you have time, but after the apology, I will definitely drag him to see Afia."

Burrogo said, "You really care about Church."

"Anyway, he is also my partner, a good brother who has been through life and death with me!"

Palmer gave a thumbs up, and then Bologo seemed to remind Palmer of something, and he became dark again, sighing at Bologo.

Burlogo looked puzzled, as Palmer had been doing lately, sighing to himself every now and then, as if he had been a disappointment.

"The promotion ceremony is over, I will ask Lebius for leave tomorrow, and then we can leave for Fengyuan Heights."

There was a smile on Palmer's face. When he was about to ask Seri if he wanted to go together, seeing Seri's silent expression, he stuffed the words back into his throat.

Thurley's expression is a bit grim, everyone can see that it's better not to tease this undead man at a time like this.

"Oh, by the way, and one more thing, Bologo."

Palmer suddenly remembered something, and patted Burlogo's shoulder vigorously, telling him to pay attention.

"Although Aimu didn't come today, she asked me to bring you a message."

Palmer almost forgot about it.

"She asked you to meet tomorrow, at the core of the sublimation furnace."

……

Watching the departure of Bologo and Palmer, Cerley looked a little tired. This time, it had nothing to do with alcohol or joy, but a feeling of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.

"It's great to be young, isn't it? It's full of endless energy anytime, anywhere."

Wei'er jumped in front of Seri, and the cat's pupils reflected Seri's distressed appearance.

"It's really beautiful, but it's also stupid." Threi murmured.

"You sound like a bad old father."

"In fact, every elder would say that, wouldn't he?" Threi's tone pretended to be deep, "You are still young, and when you grow up, you will feel that these problems are no longer problems."

"They often use words like this to justify their regrets when they were young, but we all know that when we grow up, we don't reconcile with who we used to be, we just feel numb."

Threi touched his chest, "The scar is still there, it hasn't healed, it just doesn't hurt much."

"Let's go, I'm going to sleep."

After Threi finished speaking, he left vigorously, not giving Weier a chance to say anything more.

Stepping up the stairs, Selei walked quickly all the way, as if fleeing from something, and hid back in his room in a panic.

But that abominable thing didn't leave, and the door couldn't stop it from moving forward, because it was hidden in Seri's memory. As the years grew, it also grew from a seed to a towering tree, becoming more and more terrifying. Rampage in the body, one day will break Threi's body.

Threi lay on the bed, hugging the quilt and rolling himself into a ball. Old portraits, brand-new photos, colorful group photos...they were hung on the wall, and many faces and eyes looked at Threi.

Loving, compassionate, angry, sympathetic...

Serley turned his head, not daring to look, and muttered in his mouth.

"I'm not ready...I'm not ready..."

(End of this chapter)