Endless Debt.

Chapter 479 Farewell
"Wait a minute! Wait a moment! It shouldn't be like this!"

Early in the morning, someone's screams sounded in the Morrowind Bulwark. The voice was mournful and wailing, as if it was a donkey being pressed to a wooden stake, and it would be decapitated by the butcher in the next second.

There was the sound of rattling pulleys in the corridor, and Burlogo appeared at the end of the corridor pushing the wheelchair, and Palmer in the wheelchair was screaming.

This morning Palmer was sleeping in a sweet dream, but Burlogo broke in suddenly, taking a wheelchair with him.

Judging by the way Palmer slept before, Burlogo shouldn't wake him up. In fact, Burlogo's plan is the same. He secretly transports Palmer out, and when he wakes up, By the time you react, it's too late.

But what Burlogo didn't expect was that the moment he pushed open the door, Palmer opened his eyes vigilantly.

Thanks to the bad memory Yu Zefeilin brought to Palmer, now Palmer's vigilance when sleeping has increased many times.

Palmer looked at Burlogo warily and demanded, "What are you doing?"

Burlogo didn't answer. He knew Palmer's character, and if he knew what happened next, the scene would have turned ugly.

"You come."

Burrog nodded to one side, then stepped aside, and Vossilin was gearing up and appeared at the door.

Woxilin is simply an expert in dealing with Palmer. As soon as she appeared, Palmer's face changed. Burogo thought that Palmer was afraid of Wuxilin, but Palmer remembered saying to Wuxilin If you think about it now, it is simply drunken nonsense.

But Palmer obviously didn't drink.

Palmer took a deep breath, admonishing himself in his heart, Palmer, you have already made a choice, you should fulfill your own ideas, and don't overthink those future things.

So Palmer had a smile on his face and waved to Woxilin.

"Morning……"

Before the word "good" could be said, Wo Xilin quickly walked up to Palmer and struck him with a hand knife on the neck.

Palmer kept a smile on his face, tilted his head, and passed out directly.

Like a robber, Woxilin turned her head and gestured to Burrog, who nodded in approval, and carried Palmer into the wheelchair with great difficulty.

Shaking, Palmer quickly came to his senses, and then he found himself tied up in a big way, put on a wheelchair, and galloped all the way in the corridor.

At first Palmer couldn't figure out what was going on, but when he noticed that it was Burlogo who was pushing the wheelchair and the big bags on Burrog's back, Palmer realized that something was wrong.

When Aimu packed his luggage and joined the two of them, Palmer struggled and almost stood up. He was too stupid to figure out what was going to happen at this time.

Palmer yelled, "Stop! Something's wrong! We're on vacation!"

Woxilin burst out from the side, looked at Palmer with a smile on her face, and held up a calendar in her hand, with crosses drawn on the date, and a cute skull was drawn on today's date.

Amyu whispered, "The holiday is over~"

Palmer froze for a moment, raised his head, and screamed at Burlogo behind him, "I'm injured now! Shouldn't the injury be recuperated before returning to work?"

"Compared to the medical treatment at the Frontier Sanatorium, Morrowind Base is still much worse," Burlog said thoughtfully, "Don't worry, according to what Jeffrey said on the phone, people from the Frontier Sanatorium are already waiting for us at the Bureau of Order Yes, you will be transferred to the hospital when you arrive."

Burrog looked at Palmer's seemingly tragic but not fatal injury, "With their methods, you will probably be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow."

"Hey, hey! Is there something wrong with you!"

Palmer twisted his body crazily, even his eyes shimmered, and the gust of wind floated, briefly supporting Palmer's body.

To avoid work, Palmer leaped forward and... hung in mid-air.

There was a rough gasp, and wet spit brushed Palmer's face.

Laika grabbed Palmer in one bite and wagged its tail vigorously. It looked proud, as if it had just saved Palmer who was about to fall.

Palmer was stuffed back into the wheelchair again, and Burlogo pushed him forward blankly, followed by the people and dogs who saw him off.

"Ah...it's hopeless."

Palmer was discouraged, as if he had lost hope, and looked at the ground with gloomy eyes.

At the end of the corridor, the visitor had been waiting there for a long time. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, with a smile on his face. When he saw Palmer coming, he didn't stop him or say anything, he just raised his hand. Hand, simply waved a few times as a farewell.

Palmer noticed that guy, and thinking of what he was going through now, Palmer's expression gradually became out of control.

"you……"

Palmer raised his hand with the plaster cast on it, and pointed at Vaughan tremblingly. With the lifting of his arm, the handwriting left by Vaughn on the plaster came into his eyes.

This feeling, this feeling, is extremely ironic.

Vaughan looked at Palmer, "See you next time, son."

Palmer cursed unceremoniously, "Bastard!"

I was calculated by Fu En when I came back. Now that the incident is over, I have no use value, so Fu En just kicked me!
Sure enough, after not seeing each other for so long, Palmer still can't stand his asshole father.

Vaughan was very happy that Palmer was leaving, and he even whistled to further provoke Palmer.

Palmer did nothing but yell and curse. After a lively cutscene, Burlogo pushed the wheelchair and took Palmer to the place where they came from in the first place.

The gate of the winding path stands on the tower, as long as they pass through this gate, they can return to the transfer station and then return to the Bureau of Order.

The cold wind was blowing past him, and Palmer took a big breath, trying to keep the smell of the wind source highland, knowing that he might not know when he will come back next time.

The work intensity of the Field Support Department has always been outrageous. Even if there is no mission requirement, they have to patrol every day.

The random thoughts gradually dissipated in his mind, and a faint light gradually lingered on the door of the winding path. Palmer felt a burst of relief, and the sadness of parting that he expected did not appear.

After confessing that night, Palmer felt that his state of mind had changed a lot. He was gradually overcoming his flaws, and maybe one day in the future, he would be able to truly face all this calmly.

Laika seemed to know that Palmer was about to leave again. He lowered his head and licked Palmer's face vigorously. In order to express his excitement, Laika whipped his tail back and forth like a whip. He bit Palmer's head in one bite and swallowed half of his body.

"Woooooo!"

Palmer kicked his legs vigorously, Amyu saw the situation quickly, hugged Palmer's legs, and pulled him out forcefully.

Regardless of the exquisite and small appearance of the alchemy doll, Palmer felt that he was about to be dismembered in an instant, and his upper body was about to say goodbye to his lower body.

"Palmer is dying!"

Woxilin patted Laika fiercely on the side, and the gentle caress fell on Laika's body like a heavy punch. The dog was stunned by the slap, and while spitting Palmer out, he sneezed again and again, and the crystal water droplets Sprayed Palmer like a shotgun.

Seeing the way Palmer looked, Burlogo didn't want to push his wheelchair anymore.

Amyu and Woxilin embraced vigorously, and Bologo also rubbed Laika's head. Seeing such a big dog, Bologo was still a little dazed, and wondered whether he should raise a similar one. pet ideas.

At the time of the farewell session to Palmer, in fact, only Vorcilin needs to say goodbye to him.

Woxilin frowned, pursed her lips, and puffed up her cheeks slightly. Like Burrog, seeing Palmer like this, she didn't want to have any intimacy with Palmer.

The atmosphere has also come to this, and Palmer can't be pulled back to take a shower and go through the process again.

Woxilin approached Palmer and said softly, "Not bad, Palmer."

"Not bad what?"

There was a sticky and wet feeling all over his body, and Palmer was completely decadent.

"Compared to your past self, the present you have undoubtedly grown a lot."

Woxilin raised her hand to her ear and made a phone call to Palmer.

"Come on."

She kicked on the wheelchair, and even led Palmer around the place several times.

During the rapid rotation, Palmer only felt his stomach tumbling, and then the feeling of vomiting continued to rise from his throat.

Just as he was about to bow his head to vomit and leave his last mark on Fengyuan Heights, Wo Xilin stepped on the wheelchair.

"See you next time!"

In the cheers of Woxilin, the speed of the wheelchair instantly accelerated to [-] meters, and the adrenaline-soaring feeling of pushing the back pressed Palmer firmly on the back of the chair, and then he and the chair directly hit the open song In the door of the path.

Crisp and neat, without the slightest sloppiness.

Saying goodbye to Palmer, Woxilin turned to look at Burlog and Amyu, and then bowed to thank them.

"Then, I will trouble you to take care of Palmer."

Burlogo and Amy raised their left hands simultaneously, compared their chests with a thumbs up, and then nodded vigorously, expressing affirmation.

(End of this chapter)