Endless Debt.

Chapter 423 Owners and Pets

"Bologo! Why!"

When noon was approaching, a shrill scream came through the door and from the living room. Bologo looked at the door slowly, counting the seconds in his heart.

"one two Three……"

When counting to "three", the door was pushed open forcefully, and Palmer was wearing pajamas, looking at Burlogo with a distorted expression.

Palmer demanded loudly, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I called you, but you said you would continue to sleep for a while," Burrog said mercilessly, "Excellent field staff should keep time."

Palmer opened his mouth slightly and pointed at Burlogo. He wanted to say something more and scolded Burlogo, but this matter was indeed Palmer's own problem. But that's all.

A suffocation was raging in his chest, coupled with the exhaustion and alcohol poisoning after playing board games with Cerley until dawn, Palmer's head became dizzy and he almost fell down.

"Palmer, you need to improve your work and rest life, otherwise I might be lucky enough to witness the first Sublimator who died suddenly."

During this period of co-rental life, Bologo deeply realized how bad Palmer's private life is. Regardless of his glamorous appearance, this guy is already rotten inside. Every time he pushes Palmer's door, Boluo Ge can always smell a smell that seems to come from the Great Rift.

All kinds of messy things are mixed together, fermenting in the dark and lightless environment...

Fortunately, Palmer is very territorial, and he only acts recklessly in his bedroom. The living room has not been poisoned yet, but... it will be soon.

Palmer's various books, records, and videotapes were piled up on the shelves, and some were piled on the floor. Burlogo felt like a nanny.

"If you can pack it up in half an hour, we can still catch up."

Burrog raised his hand, showing his wristwatch, and beckoned to Palmer.

Palmer took a few deep breaths, didn't say any extra words, turned his head and left to get busy, only hearing the noise coming from the living room, I don't know what Palmer was doing.

Bologo sat leisurely on a chair and flipped through the novel in his hand. Burlogo had almost finished reading "Night Hunter", but "Night Hunter" is a series, and it has many sequels.

After thinking of this, Burlogo hesitated, but still opened the handbag, stuffed a few copies of "Night Hunter" into the bag, and then put the handbag on the suitcase beside the bed.

After so many events, Burlogo finally took his annual leave and was ready to go on a trip, returning to his hometown with Palmer.

Bologo felt that work should be treated rigorously, and travel should be completely relaxed and rested. Thinking of the distance between Fengyuan Heights and the City of Oath, Opals, Bologo felt that he had enough free time to read books to pass the time. time.

About half an hour later, Bologo picked up his handbag and dragged the suitcase out of the bedroom. Palmer was already ready outside the door, but half an hour was still too short for Palmer. He looked so tired.

"Is it so formal?"

Burlogo looked at Palmer up and down, and after only half an hour, Palmer seemed to be a different person.

Palmer washed himself thoroughly, combed his hair, and put on an outfit that Bologo had never seen him wear.

Burlogo is a proponent of pragmatism and doesn't know much about fancy fashion, but even so, Burlogo can intuitively feel that Palmer's new clothes are expensive.

A black sleeveless jacket with a dark golden pattern on the edge of the collar, a swallowtail behind it, and a dark green shawl... This doesn't look like modern attire, but it should have appeared in an oil painting a hundred years ago clothing.

"This is the 'traditional costume' of your extraordinary families and secret associations?"

It took a few seconds for Burrog to recall the relevant knowledge, which Jeffrey mentioned to himself when he took the uniform from Jeffrey.

"Basically, it's just that there are such traditions in some ancient families, such as the Krex family." Palmer has not worn this suit for a long time, and he feels uncomfortable all over. "This is what I wore when I came to the Bureau of Order." clothing."

Palmer opened his arms and moved his body, "How do you feel?"

"Fortunately, at least you do look like an heir now, rather than a drunk who came back with a hangover."

After changing into old clothes, Palmer actually looked a lot more serious, with a bit of noble temperament, but this was just a flashback.

Palmer is no longer that noble heir. In his short life in the Bureau of Order, he has completely degenerated into a drunkard playing board games.

Burlogo dragged the suitcase and came to the door, "Are you nervous?"

"Of course, this is the first time I've been home from work," Palmer said. "Maybe I'm still drunk."

Thinking of this, Palmer turned around and turned over the box, took out a potion from it, and hit his neck directly.

"Is that... the concentration potion?"

Burrog's expression was a bit complicated. This potion was distributed to debtors by the Bureau of Order. When manic phagocytosis occurs, this potion can be used to keep awake.

Apparently, Palmer used it to sober himself up.

"It's not entirely my fault. Last night, it was Wei'er who played tricks and let us play a few more rounds."

Palmer's expression twitched for a while, his eyes turned white, and he pulled out the needle. He shivered, and his whole body immediately became more awake.

"Now? How do I look?"

"It's so easy for you to die suddenly..."

Descend the stairs, get in the car, and drive onto the crowded streets.

"Hey, I don't know what the old men at home will say about me when I go home this time." Palmer kept complaining as he turned the steering wheel.

Palmer's first life in the City of Oath, Opus, was not as desolate as it is now. As the heir of the Krex family, No.1 who embarked on the perfect path - the road of wind, the best rookie of the year in the Bureau of Order As an employee, Palmer had a bright future.

According to Palmer's own prediction, with his background and work ability, his official career is bright, and his promotion and salary increase are just around the corner. As a result, fate hit him head-on, turning Palmer into a debtor. Elmer's life took a turn for the worse.

The experience of life and death caused Palmer's temperament to change drastically, from a love of work to a passive sabotage, only thinking about enjoying the happiness of life and retiring early every day.

The Clakes family cut off Palmer's living expenses, and Palmer didn't care, relying on the only salary to live a life with the lowest energy consumption.

Bologo glanced at Palmer who was driving. Bologo felt that he had exacerbated Palmer's depravity. With an immortal partner like himself, he shared a lot of work pressure for Palmer, and then It's shared rent, and free drinks at the Undead Club.

After living together, Bologo learned that Palmer would spend more than half of his salary on alcohol. Since he went to the Undead Club to eat and drink for free, this money was saved and became There are videotapes, records, books piled up in the living room...

Burrog murmured, "Forget it, just be happy."

This is Burlogo's current attitude towards Palmer, as long as he is alive and happy.

This point stems from before the time axis disorder event, when in the club of the undead, Bologo saw Serley's thick photo album and his countless wives.

Out of curiosity, Bologo asked Seri, "You and your wives... What kind of mentality do you have when you get along?
No matter how beautiful they are, they will eventually age. No matter how deep your love is, it will be shattered with death. "

What Selei was facing was a banquet that was about to end, and he would not leave, and would only welcome the next act alone.

Serley was very sincere, without any cover-up, and said frankly, "The relationship between me and them is just a couple in name."

"Actually?"

"It's actually more like owner and pet."

"Is this... is this your hobby?"

Selei frowned, "Stop, I'm talking about serious things, okay."

He went on to explain, "Just like humans have pets, we do love our pets, give them enough time and love, and tolerate their stupid things.

The lifespan of human beings is much longer than that of cats and dogs. We have the confidence to take care of them for a lifetime. They don’t need to grow up, learn to hunt and survive, because with us, in our eyes, they can always be like cubs, even for them As far as they are concerned, they are very old. "

"Do you think your wives are like these 'pets' to you?" Burlogo said.

"Almost, I'm an undead, a former Night Clan lord, holding endless wealth, I really love them and take care of them for a lifetime, until death separates us."

Threi hesitated for a moment, then he said with a smile, "But sometimes, I feel that my love is not that kind of 'true love', it's more like a master and a pet, a kind of unequal, ego Just enough love.

I give them what they want, and they spend the long years with me. "

"Then it's what I mentioned to you, I'm tired of this kind of separation, and I came here to look for my kind." Selei thought for a while, as if to justify himself, "As for the sincerity of love... I don’t think it’s necessary for people to live so clearly.”

Bologo is not like Thurley. Bologo feels that his relationship with everyone is equal, and he will not look at other people so high, and Bologo is willing to maintain enough patience and tolerance.

Serley felt that he was just getting what he got, a fair and straightforward transaction, and Bologo felt that he was more like a guardian. He hoped that his friends could spend a good life under his watchful eyes.

"It's like looking at a terminally ill patient lying in a hospital bed..."

Burrog laughed abruptly.

Palmer couldn't bear Burlogo's crazy laugh, "What are you laughing at?"

"As soon as I think that you will die in 200 years, I feel that your stupid things are not intolerable." Burlogo revealed pity in his eyes, and his tone pretended to be sad, "You are going to die, Palmer , It’s too pitiful, let’s do more happy things before dying.”

"Crazy you!"

Palmer slammed the steering wheel, and the harsh honking continued.

(End of this chapter)