Endless Debt.

Chapter 475 Professionals
When Palmer woke up, two days had passed since that night, the lingering sound of the battle lingered in his ears, and Palmer was pulled back to reality by the soft and warm bed.

Before Palmer could enjoy this comfort, he felt strange sensations from his body, and the pain of needle pricks spread all over his body. Palmer couldn't bear to move his body, trying to slow down the impact of the pain.

This is not the first time that Palmer has been injured like this. Over time, Palmer has begun to get used to this situation. After relieving the pain, follow the process he had cultivated before, and first observe his surroundings to confirm where he is.

If Palmer reads correctly, he is in his own room, in the room in Morrowind, only the familiar room has been slightly changed now, some medical instruments are parked aside, and some iron boxes carrying medicine The disk is placed not far away.

Palmer tried to move his body, but found himself bound like a valuable courier with white bandages.

There was a layer of plaster on his right hand and left foot. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that there seemed to be something on the plaster. Palmer tried to lift his right hand, only to see a line of handwriting scrawled on the surface of the plaster, which read .

"Love from my father."

Signed is a crooked heart shape, and Vonn's signature.

Damn it...

Palmer's blood pressure rose instantly, and the heart rate monitor beside him was beeping. Palmer struggled to get up, the hospital bed was shaking, and the medical staff outside the door sensed the abnormal noise in the room, and rushed in one after another.

Before Palmer could explain anything, these people skillfully injected Palmer with various drugs, and the pain that wrapped around his whole body disappeared in an instant, along with Palmer's consciousness.

"As expected of the heir to the Krex family!"

"Knife the traitor!"

"For the honor of the family, even in the face of defenders, he dared to make a move. He really..."

These medical staff pointed at Palmer. Palmer stretched out his finger and opened his mouth slightly. He was about to say some dirty words, but before he could utter a single syllable, he fell into a coma again.

Palmer slept through the night. After such a long period of saturated sleep, Palmer was in a very good state of mind.

This time Palmer didn't react violently, instead he thought about the status quo.

Obviously, the night clan attack is over, and now it is the familiar healing process, maybe it is his gift that is at work. Every time Palmer experiences a major incident, he will survive from the dangerous battlefield... and then in the hospital Lie down for a few weeks.

"I am lucky, my lucky..."

Palmer talked to himself, imposing psychological hints on himself, no matter what, he was unwilling to believe the fact that he was an unlucky ghost.

In fact, from a practical point of view, Palmer's performance in this incident was extremely lucky.

In the words of the doctors, because Ralph was restricted by the oath, he couldn't kill Palmer directly, but this didn't mean that Ralph couldn't kill Palmer indirectly.

No matter how strict the oath is, there are loopholes that can be overridden. Ralph obviously realized this very early on. Under his killing, Palmer was seriously injured, with hideous wounds all over his body. It only takes a while, and Palmer Mo would die from a haemorrhage.

The doctors struggled to pull Palmer out of the ruins, and used various alchemy potions to renew his life along the way. After sending Palmer to the operating table, the doctors discovered a problem. Palmer just looked miserable. That's all, in fact, this guy is alive and well.

Secret Energy Wind Source.

In this era of the explosion of alchemy matrix technology, this secret energy is only a manifestation of the secret energy of the Crakes family. , the alchemy matrix created.

Even though Ralph has the power of the defender, he is still limited by the times and by the secret energy, the wind source.

The ether conversion efficiency of the secret energy wind source is not high, and the commands for controlling are also relatively vague, making it impossible to perform more precise operations.

For this reason, Ralph's deadly wind blade, like a random knife waved out, looks fierce and full of murderous intent, but in fact the knife avoids the vital point.

Even the attending physician couldn't help lamenting Palmer's shit luck after discovering this, but if a wind blade slashed his position and caused Palmer to bleed heavily and die indirectly, then the Krex family could consider Create a new heir.

"Damn... why do I always feel that everything is not right..."

After his emotions stabilized, Palmer began to review the market.

Church's fatal shot hidden in the dark, the sworn oath document, and Vonn's sudden arrival, even Palmer realized it at this moment. Get in the scam.

Palmer raised his right hand, looked at the writing on the plaster and screamed, "You lied to your son!"

After venting, Palmer was relieved again, and Vaughn did not do this kind of thing once.

Palmer's eyes glowed faintly, calling out to the ether, his body was restrained, but the ether still obeyed Palmer's orders.

Under the treatment of the doctors, Zephyrin's venom had been removed from Palmer's body. He easily summoned the breeze, and carefully made the wind blades cut the bandages that bound him.

After his limbs were freed, Palmer moved his body. He was trying to see if he could be lifted by the wind support, so that without a wheelchair, Palmer could move freely for the time being.

But before Palmer could proceed to the next step, the door was pushed open again. Palmer thought that the doctors had noticed something strange and wanted to treat him again, he yelled.

"I'm awake! No problem!"

Palmer guessed that the "enthusiasm" of these doctors was entrusted by his damn old father. Palmer could even imagine what Vonn said at the time.

"This is the famous Palmer Clakes! He is the heir of the Clarks family! We must not die in Morrowind! That would make us look incompetent!"

Vaughn must have said so, Palmer swore.

Many times, Palmer feels that the relationship between himself and Vonn is not that of father and son, but more like friends who dislike each other.

It wasn't the medical staff who appeared at the door, it was a familiar figure, even though her back was turned to the light, leaving only a dark silhouette, Palmer could still recognize her.

Wo Xilin quickly walked to the bed, and easily pushed Palmer back.

"You seem to be in good spirits."

"Anyone who sleeps that long will be full of energy."

Palmer sized up Woxilin. She was also injured, but it was much lighter than Palmer's. There were many bruises and abrasions on her body, and her elbows were bandaged with gauze.

Woxilin sat on the edge of the bed, and Palmer lay obediently in place, turning her head. Wuxilin kept staring at Palmer, she lowered her head slightly, and combed her temple hair from time to time.

Palmer asked, "What happened?"

Woxilin recounted for Palmer what happened after he fell into a coma, Vorn killed Ralph, and the night clan's attack failed...there is also the part about conspiracy and tricks, all of which were set up by Vaughn United Order Bureau scam.

"Your former partner, Church, was part of this operation, and you just happened to be involved in it, and 'improvised' by the way."

After listening to Woxilin's words, Palmer let out a long sigh. He covered his face with his still-moving palm, recalling in his mind the scene when he met Church when he set off.

It was not a chance encounter, but a long-planned meeting.

Woxilin asked, "How does it feel to be cheated by Church?"

"I don't feel anything, it's just work, and..." Recalling Church's various performances along the way, Palmer didn't notice the slightest difference, and he sighed again, "This is very in line with Church's style, don't look at him. In my opinion, he can be regarded as an expert."

Ever since it got mixed up with Burlogo, "expert" has become a meaningful adjective.

"It's not a homicide expert like Burlogo. Church is very talented in intelligence infiltration and assassination, and he is a true expert."

Palmer rarely talked about his days working with Church. At that time, Palmer was still serving in Crow's Nest. As an intelligence agency, confidentiality was the highest priority.

Just like Burlogo took Palmer now, at that time most of the work was actually done by Church, with Palmer assisting.

"Church? He doesn't look as special as you say."

Wo Xilin shook her head, Church is too ordinary, so ordinary that now Woxi Lin thinks about it, it is difficult to remember Church's appearance.

Palmer sighed again, "Yeah, so Church is the professional."

Wo Xilin was stunned for a few seconds, and then she realized what Palmer meant.

Church is mediocre and unobtrusive. If you don't think about it, you can hardly even remember his existence. From the perspective of an intelligence worker, Church's professional quality can be seen.

Palmer lowered his head. Even after working with Church for so long, Palmer still didn't know Church's true face. Recalling the blow from Chekhov's gun, he didn't even understand how Church relied on so close.

Hadn't Ralph noticed it at all?
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