Endless Debt.

Chapter 50: Participation
Burrog put down the phone and sat back on the sofa with a blank expression. The room was very quiet, the sky outside the window was emitting a hazy twilight, and on the radio, Duddell's program had ended a few minutes ago.

Everything was very quiet, only the sound of Bologo's steady breathing remained. This silence lasted for a few seconds, and Bologo's expression quickly melted away, and the corners of his mouth were reluctantly raised, showing joy.

"Finally...it's time to start."

Bologo let out a long breath, his whole body softened, and he evenly slumped on the sofa.

He tried to relax himself, the muscles could be relaxed, but the spirit was hard to extricate himself from, the more intense emotions were rampaging in his mind, and even his body became slightly hot.

Bologo felt a tightness in his chest, and opened his collar to let himself breathe more smoothly, and then he turned his gaze to the sand table in front of him.

On the sand table that recorded the fall of the holy city, the flags representing the legions intertwined with each other, coming from all directions, putting King Solomon's holy city in a raging war.

Burrog's heart seemed to be ignited. He couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up, opened the wardrobe, and changed clothes for himself.

Just like obsessive-compulsive disorder, every time before going out, Burlogo has to dress himself up carefully, not for the sake of being glamorous, but to make himself as close to a person as possible, a decent person.

A black tie was tied on the white shirt, and the gray-black coat covered the deadly sharp weapon. He simply tidied up his hair, and the excess hair was combed behind his head and tied into a small braid. fall everywhere.

Burrog stared at himself in the mirror, and against the blue eyes, he was slightly absent-minded.

This is a familiar face, but also a slightly unfamiliar face.

"Bologo, you are different from before." The voice came from beside the ear, and Adele said that at that time.

In her memory, she walked out of the bedroom at that time and looked at Burrog standing in front of the mirror with a smile on her old face.

"You were a very casual person before, sometimes you just went out in your pajamas and slippers, what did you say, you didn't care about the eyes of the world."

"What made you change?"

Facing Adele's question, Burlogo froze for a few seconds, and then gave a completely irrelevant response.

"I just... sometimes think about something."

"What's the matter?" Adele saw the sadness in Burlogo's eyes.

Burlog was silent for a few seconds, then smiled, and shook his head, "It's nothing, just some strange annoyances."

Seeing this, Adele didn't ask any more questions, but walked over slowly, reaching out her hand to rub Burlogo's head.

Adele was much shorter than Burlogo, plus she was an old lady, and her waist couldn't stand upright. Burrog could only smile wryly and lower his head, letting her mess up her combed hair.

She let out a good laugh, and Burrowg had no idea what she was laughing at, but he thought it was all right, and a smile spread across his face.

Bologo's thoughts came out of the memory, his wandering eyes became solid again, and then he looked at himself in the mirror.

Since Adele's death, Burlogo can't help recalling things related to her. His memory has always been good, but Burlogo is still afraid that one day he will forget about Adele.The possibility frightened him.

"I'm thinking of something, Adele."

In the empty room, Bologo was talking to himself.

"I was thinking about the difference between me and the beast, what is it?
I commit atrocities recklessly, just like wild beasts, but unlike wild beasts, I use elegant swords and hammers, and wear bright clothes. After beheading the enemy, I will wash my hands with clean water, Instead of devouring bloodthirsty like a beast. "

Burrog paused for a few seconds, his voice calm and sad.

"I think there doesn't seem to be much difference between me and the beast, only the weapons we use and the clothes we wear are different.

I am the beast, but as if unwilling to compromise, I put on clothes stubbornly, making myself as decent as possible, so as to distinguish myself from the monstrous savagery. "

Bologo's voice stopped, he tilted his head slightly, and noticed something strange, then raised his hand, and re-combed his tie so that it stuck straight to his shirt.

Neat and rigorous, with a cold face, he is like an efficient expert.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Burlogo opened the door, and there was a happy voice behind the door.

"Yo! Good morning, Bologo!"

Palmer waved his hand vigorously, and greeted them energetically. The two had only known each other for a few days, but Palmer unexpectedly knew each other well, and walked in without waiting for Burlogo to say anything.

"The room is very clean," Palmer said as he sat down on the sofa and recognized it at a glance when he looked at the sand table. "This is the Fall of the Holy City? Not many people are familiar with this battle these days." .”

"You look familiar with it, too," said Burlogo.

"I learned it in school, you know I graduated with the first grade." Palmer boasted.

Burrog looked at him strangely. Judging from Palmer's previous behaviors, it was really difficult for him to associate Palmer with some elite with the highest grades.

"Oh? Can I see this thing?"

Palmer noticed something next, but instead of being careless as before, he asked Burrog cautiously.

That changed Burlogo's view of Palmer a little, he said.

"random."

"Wow, these records are rare, where did you find them?" Palmer picked up some records and said in surprise.

"As long as you visit the flea market for a long time, there are still many good things there."

Seeing that Palmer was interested in this thing, Burlogo walked over, put the record on the record player, and gradually started singing as it turned.

"The sound quality is a bit poor. Records are old stuff. You have to try something new, like tape."

Listening to the singing, Palmer was beaming with joy. He seemed to be on the same path as Burlogo.

"Ah, I haven't received my first month's salary yet." Borrog said helplessly.

"Then come to my house if you have a chance, and I'll show you those fun things." Palmer said and gave a thumbs up.

Bologo walked aside and sat on the sofa, with a little distance between him and Palmer, looking at this recovered guy, he asked curiously.

"What? Are you getting used to this new position? I remember you were crying all the time that day."

"There's no way, no matter if you're looking sad or happy, don't you still have to go to work?"

Palmer grumbled with a smile.

"To live, the most important thing is to participate."

This guy is surprisingly open-minded, too, with such absurd "gifts", it would be too much torment for Palmer to be less open-minded.

"If you don't like this kind of work, you should have given up from the beginning." Burrog said after thinking for a while.

"I can't help it. Who told me that I am from the Krex family? I am still the heir to death."

Talking about this, Palmer is not sleepy anymore, and there is no end to complaining.

"I have been persuading my parents to have a younger brother before, so that I don't have to worry about any responsibilities, but they always say that I am a rare heir in a family, and it is up to me to revive the glory of the Krex family gone."

"Then? Then there is no more then."

Palmer spread his hands, looking desperate.

Clarks family.

Berlogo heard from Jeffrey before that this family existed before the establishment of the Bureau of Order. It is a famous sublimation family. At the invitation of the Rhine League, he became one of the original founders of the Bureau of Order.

"But what about you? What do you think of this job?"

Palmer asked back.

"The place where the Bureau of Order fights and kills is absurd enough, but I didn't expect anyone to join the Field Service Department... Do you know the annual death rate of the Field Service Department? By the way, you don't seem to die, this kind of thing It means nothing to you."

Palmer remembered Lebius telling himself that his partner, Borogo Lazarus, was not going to die.

This made Palmer slightly startled. Although he knew that there were undead in this world, it was the first time Palmer encountered them.

The more he thought about it, the more troublesome it became. Palmer began to miss Fengyuan Heights. When he thought about it carefully, he hadn't been home for many years, and when he thought about it again, he felt a little sad...

"Me? I really like this job."

Burlogo replied very seriously, the answer he also said when he faced the enemy.

"It's pretty good to be able to kill people and still get money."

Palmer looked at Burlogo strangely, his expression twisted for a few seconds, and he cursed.

"The Department of Field Service is indeed a bunch of psychopaths."

"You're one of the psychos now," Burrog said to Palmer after a moment's thought, "do you think so, partner?"

This sentence of partner completely broke Palmer's mentality, and the optimism he tried to show disappeared, and he stood up slowly with a slumped face.

"Forget it."

He kept mumbling, taking something out of his arms.

"Jeffrey asked me to pick you up, he should have told you in advance."

Burrog nodded, and then he asked, "Do you know what he asked you to pick me up for?"

"I don't know, the more you know, the more troublesome you will be."

Palmer muttered, but then Palmer spoke again.

"But I think it should be an extremely important thing, otherwise Jeffrey wouldn't have given this thing to me."

As he spoke, he took a key from his pocket, which Burlogo had seen.

The crooked key.

"I haven't used this thing much, are you ready to go?"

Palmer rejoiced again, picked up the "Key of the Crooked Path" and stood in front of the door of the room, looking eager to try.

"Let's go."

Bologo was ready a long time ago. He stood side by side with Palmer in front of the door, and as the "Key of the Crooked Path" was inserted into the keyhole, the fine floodlight patterns centered on the lock cylinder spread throughout the entire door. Door.

Palmer turned the key, and with a slight force, opened a door of chaotic and unknown darkness.

(End of this chapter)