Endless Debt.

Chapter 48 The Coming Winter

"Don't worry, most of the implantation ceremony is almost ready, just replace the implanted alchemy matrix."

Before leaving the Bureau of Order, Jeffrey explained to Burlogo in this way.

"So it won't be delayed for too long, and I will call you when the time comes."

After understanding this, Bologo nodded, bid farewell to Jeffrey, and followed his instructions. After filling out the form, he received a new windbreaker in the logistics department. According to the staff, this is considered a normal wear and tear. , there will be no additional charge, which really moved Burogo.

All departments give priority to the supply of the Field Support Department. Apart from those complex alchemy weapons, there are still a lot of such standard equipment in stock.

After doing everything, Bologo walked out of the Order Bureau slowly and stood under the gray and white giant building.

Looking up, looking at this tower-like building going straight into the clouds, Bologo would even feel a little fear after looking at it for a long time, just like giant phobia, such a taciturn thing, standing upright on the ground superior.

The citizens of Opals are completely unaware of all this. This sense of dislocation between rationality and illusion is indeed amazing.

Bologo didn't go home immediately, but stopped at the opposite street corner for a long time, looking at the part of the "reclamation room" that was not in the cloud, and Bologo wondered how huge it was. If he could climb the roof of the "reclamation room", Looking down, what would that look like.

At this time, another figure caught Burrog's attention. It was Palmer, who also walked out of the Order Bureau, his face was full of bitterness.

Burlogo didn't know the other departments, but judging from the reaction of Palmer, an old employee, the Field Service Department was more or less "notorious."

"Yo! Palmer."

Burrog waved his hand, wanting to say hello to this new colleague and his future partner.

But Palmer didn't seem to notice him. As soon as he walked out of the order bureau, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, and he squatted down directly, hugging into a ball.

Just don't bother him yet.

After experiencing a very harsh ideological struggle, Palmer got up slowly, probably accepting the reality. He took out a headscarf from his pocket very coolly, tied it on his face, covered his mouth and nose, took out his car keys, He stepped directly onto a motorcycle with a sidecar on the side of the road.

Amidst the sound of the rumbling engine, it disappeared at the end of the street with a puff of black smoke.

Burlogo guessed that Palmer should be one of the bikers who raced in the middle of the night.

Looking at the back of the person who left gracefully, Bologo suddenly remembered the motorcycle he had hijacked this morning. It should have turned into a mess of scrap metal and fell on the side of the road.

Thinking of this, Bologo felt embarrassed for a while, and then he realized that even if he got the "Key of the Crooked Path", it would not be much easier. The Field Service Department is just a field worker. What, it seems a little unreasonable.

I also seem to need a means of transportation. Looking back at the list, there are many things that Burlogo wants to buy, but there is very little money in his pocket.

He began to think about whether he should turn back and ask Jeffrey about the advance payment of wages, and whether the Order Bureau would provide vehicles for field work.

But...forget it.

Burlog was not in the mood to deal with these matters, at least not yet.

"Silin Kogadel."

Burrogo muttered the dreaded name.

At this moment, his mood was completely hooked by the implantation ceremony, and the figure of "Overlord" kept flashing in his mind, lingering in his mind like a nightmare.

Soon after, I will usurp his power, use him as the cornerstone, become a Sublimator, and step into this crazy extraordinary world.

Although there are all kinds of unknown possibilities, "resurrecting from the dead" gives me unlimited opportunities for trial and error.

Bologo was not afraid of these things. The experience in the black cell might have been cruel and insane at the time, but with his contact with the extraordinary world, Bologo began to appreciate the experience in the black cell.

Yes, Burlogo is grateful for that experience.

If Jeffrey knew this kind of thought, this guy might shout out in fright, then grabbed his shoulders, shook himself frantically, and said something like "go see a doctor."

Thinking of this, Burlogo smiled.

Compared with being imprisoned and experiencing the experience in the black prison, Burlogo felt more like a trial, a transformation.

Kill the cowardly self and make the new self stronger and more perfect, so as to have a will as hard and cold as iron.

It is also because of this will that Bologo easily withstood several heavy blows from Eugene. If it were Palmer, that kind of heavy blow would be enough to kill him, but when it was applied to Bologo, it would only It's just making it hard for him to move forward.

"call……"

Burrog took a long breath, trying to let go of his restless mind, doing whatever he wanted to pass the time, waiting for the arrival of the implantation ceremony.

After a short period of confusion, he looked at the street not far away, and there was a burst of fragrance, and a big signboard was hung on the street, and the neon lights on it were flickering.

Take a few steps towards it, passing a street shop window with a television set that happens to be showing an ad.

A funny guy appeared on the screen, shouting for joy.

"What do you eat when you're hungry in the afternoon?"

After a brief pause, the children rushed in from outside the screen, yelling in unison.

“Delicious Shrimp Crackers!”

Burrog looked at the advertisement on the TV, was stunned for two seconds, and laughed out of control.

"What are you doing? This is Duddle! It must be Duddle!"

He was like a child, lying on the window, trying to see the picture on the TV clearly.

Duddle danced a joyous dance, matching his pretended indifference, like a damn bad joke, but looking at this, Burlogo couldn't stop laughing and laughing.

Bologo glanced at the window, and there was a billboard with colorful paints and a standing sign of Duddell. He was wearing a chef's white coat, holding a plate of delicious shrimp crisps in his hand.

There is a large line of text written on it.

"Recommended by the famous radio host Dudell, your best companion in the afternoon."

Burrog read the text on it, and the whole person was about to laugh and cry.

"Famous? Radio host?"

As a loyal listener of Dudell, Burlogo is very clear, but Van Duddle's program has a high ratings, so it will not be broadcast in such a time period.

He used to hear Duddell complaining outside of work that his show would be shut down if people didn't tune in.

"Although I'm just unemployed, but no one plays music for everyone anymore, is that really good!"

Duddell burst into tears on the radio at the time.

Fortunately, the show finally stabilized and has survived until now.

"Wow, Duddell got an ad?"

Burrog wiped away the tears from his laughter. He always felt that he was a person who was very good at controlling his expressions, but for some reason, when he saw Duddle's appearance and heard his voice, it was like being poked into a smile Just the same, the expression instantly lost control.

"When you have a chance to connect, please suggest him."

Burrog muttered, he felt that Duddle was very suitable for work like a talk show, and then looked at the guy on the stand, Burrog felt that he really had no reason to refuse.

Pushing open the door of the restaurant, Burrog walked in directly.

"Give me a delicious shrimp cracker, yes! The one in Duddle's hand."

……

After eating and drinking enough, Bologo looked at the street outside the window, the sky was getting dark, because of the haze of Opals, it got dark very early here.

The delicious shrimp crisps are indeed delicious, but they are still a little bit worse than the ones I remember.

Thinking of this, Burlogo's expression darkened for a moment, and then he remembered that he hadn't gone to see Adele.

"I have to find some time to go."

Bologo looked at the busy traffic outside the window, and said a little lonely.

Shortly after Adele's death, her family held a funeral for her.

They thought Adele's death was just an accident, and Burlogo couldn't say anything more, so he could only keep silent. Fortunately, they allowed themselves to attend the funeral.

Burrog remembered the day he borrowed an ill-fitting suit from Geoffrey and bought a bouquet of flowers at a street florist.

At the funeral, he stood far away until everyone else was about to leave, and Burlogo walked over to lay his own flowers on the colorful tombstone.

Adele was hidden in the outskirts far away from Opals. It was a good place. Many religious believers were buried there, and the tombstones of crosses were lined up like weeds.

There is no smog or cloud, and the morning sun can easily shine on the tombstone, surrounded by green grass and flowers.The cemetery keeper is a good old man who works hard to maintain the cemetery.

Since that funeral, Burrog has been on the hunt, kicking off a frenzied vengeance.

He didn't stop, until now.

Shaking his head vigorously to get the clutter out of his mind, Burlogo decided to postpone his visit to Adele, he didn't want to go so empty-handed.

If he could, he hoped to be able to stain the blood of his enemies and appear in front of Adele's tombstone.

This would be a nice gift.

Checking out and leaving, the warm atmosphere is no longer, but the coldness approaching the night, the time has come to October, and winter is coming to this city. Burogo remembers that he was a year ago, not long after out of prison in the cold winter.

"It's so fast, it's been a year in a flash."

Burrogo sighed, new life, new job, new future.

It all looked so good, but it wasn't enough, and Burrog couldn't let go of the past once and for all, at least not before the death of his enemy.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he lowered his head and blended into the rushing crowd, becoming one of the vast crowd.

(End of this chapter)