Endless Debt.

Chapter 514 A Plan

Lebius glanced at the report, and then at Borrog. No matter how he thought, there would be a breakthrough in the mystery of the original thing here.

"Zongge Orchestra works for collectors, and they want to... collect you?"

Facing Lebius' question, Burlogo nodded in affirmation.

In fact, Bologo has already known the history of the Zongge Orchestra. They are an organization that was split and corrupted by the Unbound Poetry Society, and the true identity of the so-called collector is one of the devils, the Desire Witch.

But Bologo didn't say this to Rebius. He didn't know how to reasonably explain the source of the information to Rebius. He couldn't tell Rebius that there was a devil in the depths of the reclining room It was he who told himself all this.

Too bad, a dedicated person like Lebius must have a faith-like fanaticism for the Bureau of Order. If he knows that there is a blood contract between the Bureau of Order and the devil, it may be a blow to him.

This is a secret between Balogo and Nethaniel.

"Zongge Orchestra... Zongge Orchestra... If they attacked the tenth group..."

The mystery finally became clearer, but it became complicated and treacherous again. Lebius had a splitting headache, and he couldn't figure it out.

The sudden appearance of the Zongge Orchestra, repeated attacks, and the connection with the original thing...

Fortunately, Lebius was not a brave person. He took out the paper and quickly wrote the report, while Burlogo was left aside by him.

It took more than ten minutes for Lebius to finish writing the report. He put it together with Burlogo's report and stuffed it into the logistics capsule. There was a dull air pressure sound, and the logistics capsule flew through the pipeline to the decision-making room.

The decision room is omnipotent.

When you encounter difficulties at work, it is right to hand over the trouble to the decision-making room.

"Is there anything else I need?"

Bologo didn't know about the tenth group and the primordial thing, he just felt that Lebius was a little overworked.

"It's nothing, you can leave," Lebius waved his hands wearily, he was still a little worried, "Be careful."

"it is good."

Bologo did not refuse Lebius' concern, even though he felt that it should be his enemy who paid attention to safety.

Standing up, the moment Bologo turned around, Lebius caught sight of something, and he stopped Bologo.

"Bologo, wait a minute."

Lebius suspected that he was wrong, but when he thought of his obsession with Bologo, Lebius would never allow a little deviation.

"What happened to your hand?"

"hand?"

Burrog looked at the palm of his hand, where there was the scar of the sun, the brand left by Belphegor.

For a moment, many lies rose in Burlogo's mind. He believed that with the image he left in Lebius's heart, Lebius would not doubt himself...

Bologo spread out his palms and showed the brand of the sun in front of Lebius' eyes without saying a word.

Lebius remained silent, and the office suddenly fell silent.

If Lebius didn't recognize the brand, he could probably prevaricate it by saying something casually. If Lebius recognized the brand... Bologo didn't know what would happen next.

A long sigh broke the dead silence, and Lebius leaned back hard, pressing his temples even harder, his brows were tightly frowned, and it was difficult to relieve them.

"One trouble after another..."

Hearing Levius' exclamation, Borrog realized that Levius recognized the brand.

Lebius asked, "What did he tell you?"

"Ideals and the like," Bologo continued, "He also told me about the information about the Zongge Orchestra. The Unbound Poetry Society is the predecessor of the Zongge Orchestra. As for now... the Zongge Orchestra no longer belongs to him. control."

"Ah...is that so?" Lebius murmured, "That's right, why did I forget about this guy."

With Lebius' calm appearance, it is not difficult to see that he is aware of Belphegor's existence.

Lebius knew that the devil lived deep within the Bureau of Order, and he even knew as much about this devil as he did.

Suddenly Lebius felt strange to Burlogo.

Lebius asked again, "Have you promised him anything? Whether it's a deal or a bet."

"No, I rejected them all."

Burrog hesitated, then said, "But I still think I'm in."

"Entry?"

"It's like a conspiracy. He told me who the enemy is, so I will inevitably have a conflict with the other party, and Belphegor will inevitably benefit from it."

Burrog said Belphegor's name, and Lebius didn't show any strange expression.

"Belphegor...is this the first time you two met?" Lebius smiled disdainfully, "He even said his real name."

"Well, the first time we met, he said he was my fan, and asked me if I would be interested in becoming his poet and writing infinite stories together."

Burrogo said emphatically again, "I refuse."

Lebius beckoned to Bologo, and Bologo walked over and opened his hands to Lebius.

Lebius looked at the brand carefully and said, "Belphegor's brand."

"Will it affect me?"

For this brand that can avoid the influence of the time-traveling axis, Bologo is extremely vigilant.

"There is Belphegor's power in it, and I don't know what it will produce," Lebius said, "like his conspiracy without purpose."

Lebius tried to joke, "Congratulations, Bologo, it's not like a debtor can be connected with so many devils these days."

"If the world were a ball, you'd be the pretty lady who catches all the devil's eyes."

Burrog smiled awkwardly. "That's not a good joke."

Lebius's joking skill increased, "But I can't look sad and say you are unlucky."

Bologo sat slumped on the sofa beside him, his eyes wandering on Lebius's face, "So you knew this early on? There is a devil hiding in the Bureau of Order."

Lebius nodded frankly.

Burrog continued, "Ah...hell, how many people know these things?"

"I don't know," said Lebius. "You know the regulations. If you know it, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it."

The secrecy regulations of the Bureau of Order cover all levels, but this kind of secrecy is one-way. Others cannot tell you information beyond your authority, but you can dig out these secrets through your own efforts.

Have this horrific truth to yourself.

"If you have met Belphegor, he specially told you all this at this time..."

Lebius gradually outlined a vague outline in his mind, and then his eyes fell on Bologo. Lebius said, "You can leave, Bologo."

"that's it?"

Bologo always felt that the development of this plot was not right. He thought that the two would have a serious confrontation, but when it actually happened, it was like chatting.

It seemed that what the two of them were discussing was not the devil, but just a troublesome guy.

"Otherwise?" Lebius said, "What do you think the purpose of the Special Operations Group was?"

Burlog was speechless.

Lebius had a headache and a lot of troubles. He waved his hand, "I have nothing to do with you today. Go and rest. Don't hinder my work."

Seeing that Bologo came to the door, Lebius added, "Bring Palmer along."

Boluoge left, his head was a little dizzy, the devil is such an important matter, but Lebius said it... lightly.

Are you taking yourself too seriously?Burlogo couldn't figure it out. After waking Palmer up, Palmer jumped up and down, delighted at the sudden leisure.

Bologo felt a little divided. On the one hand, it was the game with the devil, on the other hand, it was a leisurely work life, and he even had an invitation at night...

In the office, Lebius didn't care about these whimsical ideas of Bologo. The most important thing right now is the original thing.

Lebius had expected the connection between Burlogo and Belphegor, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly, but he was also grateful that it all happened so quickly, and everything happened to happen together.

After dialing the phone, Lebius picked up the receiver.

"Guys, I have a plan."

(End of this chapter)