Endless Debt.

Chapter 478 A person with no surname

Since Church joined the Order Bureau, Ivan has been in charge of him, and the two are very familiar with each other, but now Ivan looks at Church as if he was facing a stranger, and Church does not understand this. Unexpectedly, his reaction was extremely cold, as if he was used to it.

There was silence between the two for a while, until Ivan fully recovered, like a friend you haven’t seen for a long time, you can’t recognize each other at first glance, and you can’t recall anything related to the other party, but as long as you give him a certain amount of time With time, those forgotten memories will return.

Ivan said, "It looks like this mission is very dangerous."

"Yes, after all, I am facing a defender," Church replied calmly, "Chekov's gun can indeed delete the "process" of the hit, but before I am fatally injured, I will definitely be pulled." Ralph's self-defeating counterattack... I am neither an undead, nor an alchemy puppet, and I am not a Krex family, otherwise, I will definitely die."

Ivan said softly, "Did you lower your own existence to the point where you even deceived Ralph?"

Church said, "This secret ability is very useful. Before I actively expose it, even the defenders will not be aware of my existence."

"The perfect assassin's secret ability, but the price is also very expensive, if it is not necessary..."

"I won't 'sneak' in depth unless necessary, I understand, Team Leader."

Church replied that he had heard this sentence many times, but Ivan always mentioned it endlessly, or maybe Ivan forgot that he had said this sentence, so that every time Ivan and Church Speaking of these, for Ivan, this is "the first time".

Church added, "But this time it was necessary, and Ralph was a defender from beginning to end."

Church didn't have the confidence to pull off that deadly assassination without a deep dive.

Ivan asked, "Have other people noticed your strangeness?"

"No, most of their cognition of me is wrong information, so I will not be affected by the subsequent side effects of the secret energy."

Ivan looked Church up and down, even though his memory told him that Church was his most capable team member, his physical instincts were still completely strange to him.

The more people who know Church's "true information", the more they will weaken their cognition of Church in the aftermath of the activation of the secret energy. As the depth of stealth increases, they will even completely forget Church's existence.

"Anything else?"

Church delivered the report to Ivan, waiting for his next instructions.

"It's nothing, you can rest first." Ivan tried to quickly reduce the strangeness, and half-jokingly said, "Actually, you were fully capable of competing with Palmer for the Rookie of the Year award."

Church denied with a smile, "I'm not suitable for being noticed by too many people."

The real assassin should always be hidden in the dark, whether it is the name, or the face, or even his own existence.

"Well... well, then you can rest first."

Ivan and Church said goodbye, and seeing Church's leaving back, Ivan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Ivan said to the back, "Don't forget who you are."

"Church Bolton."

Church repeated his name, like a heavy anchor, firmly binding his will on the drifting chaotic sea.

Ivan nodded slowly, Church turned around and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Church's sense of presence in the Bureau of Order is so low that even in the crow's nest, if it is not deliberately mentioned, few people will notice that there is such a person in the crow's nest.

For many people, Church is too mysterious. Even his former partner Palmer knows very little about Church.

Ivan was one of the few people who knew Church's true face.

For this reason, Ivan has always been worried about Church, afraid that he would lose himself in that deep dive, and even his own existence would be stripped away.

When he came to the dormitory area, he opened the door, and Church returned to his room. The room was extremely clean and simple, and there were almost no personal items that could tell the information of the owner of the room.

It looks like a guest room in a hotel where anyone can live.

Church, too, could be anyone.

Throwing his coat aside, Church revealed a casual shirt, took off the shirt, the shirt squirmed strangely, seemed to have vitality, twisted on the bed, then turned into a black tights, and calmed down .

This unremarkable black tights is an alchemy weapon, called "Chameleon", its effect is very simple, it can be switched into different styles of clothes, matching Church's thousands of faces, he was still wearing it last second A soldier in uniform can turn into a girl in a long skirt in the next second.

After taking off his clothes, Church came to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. The warm light fell from the top of his head, shining on every inch of Church's skin, bringing a warm feeling.

Church took a long breath, almost expelling all the air in his lungs. He sat down slowly against the wall, relaxing all the muscles in his body, like a puppet bear lying in a corner.

Only in this narrow bathroom, with no one watching, can Church completely relax and pick up true freedom.

After the hot water filled the bathtub, before taking a bath, Church stood in front of the mirror and looked at his face in the mirror, still looking ordinary.

The water vapor gradually rose and diffused, and countless tiny water droplets condensed on the mirror surface, blurring Church's face. Church stretched out his hand to wipe off the water stains, and another face was reflected in the exposed mirror.

On Palmer's face, Church smiled, and Palmer in the mirror also smiled. He wiped the mirror again, and this time it was Burlogo's face. Church's eyes were empty and out of focus, and Burlow in the mirror Ge also became serious and indifferent.

This childish game didn't last long, and Church changed back to his ordinary appearance again. He likes his appearance, unobtrusive, and he can be any inconspicuous person on the street.

Now that Church doesn't have to keep pretending, he can be himself for a while.

Church stretched out his hand to grope around his neck, and found a raised edge from the smooth flesh color. His fingernails penetrated into the raised edge, and he pulled and tore it off bit by bit. In this way, an almost perfect camouflage mask was removed from him. tear off the face.

"Church, although we are Iron Whistle, we are still field workers. Why don't you wear a mask?"

In memory, Palmer dunked two holes in a takeaway paper bag and put it on his head as a mask.

Palmer realized with hindsight, "Oh, yes, anyway, you can change your face at will, this is the most perfect mask."

Church is a natural liar, but when it comes to his partner, Palmer, Church does not want too many lies to entangle each other. If this little bit of truth disappears, Church will always feel that he is Life is a bit too sad.

In order to avoid being affected by the secret energy, he will give some ambiguous answers, which can be regarded as the truth or lies.

"Of course, this is my mask."

In every sense, this is a "mask".

The condensed water droplets blurred the mirror surface, and also blurred Church's true face. Church put the mask aside, lost the support of ether, and the mask lost the power to modify the face, and became an ordinary object.

Church was thinking that if Palmer saw this scene, he would scream in fright, and then he would point at himself and berate himself for his insidiousness and cunning.

"How much of your mouth is the truth?"

Palmer should be yelling like this, but there is no way to do it. Some shady tasks always need shady people to complete.

Professional things should be left to professional people. This has always been the case in this world.

Only need some appropriate alchemy weapons, Church can forge his own "secret energy", and then forge himself into a "faceless man".

Church stepped into the hot water, soaked in the warmth, raised his hand, rubbed his face vigorously, and felt the existence of his face with real touch.

This weird movement lasted for a long time, until his face turned red and painful, Church stopped. He leaned back and submerged his whole body in the water, leaving only half of his head exposed.

A melodious tune came from outside the door, listening to the magnificent orchestral music, Church slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)