Endless Debt.

Chapter 520 Established Prophecy
Bureau of Order, Department of Field Service, Office of Special Operations Group.

Bologo sat in a familiar posture, on a familiar sofa, with a familiar partner beside him, and he also raised his head in a familiar way, looking like he was dozing off.

In the familiar office, the team leader I am familiar with is working in a familiar posture. The room is the familiar silence. Uriel brings coffee with a smile and asks in a low voice if she needs it.

Everything is familiar, like replayed movie clips, so similar to every day in the past, I can't pick out the slightest difference.

Yes, comfortingly familiar...

The peripheral vision of Bologo's eyes was firmly locked on Lebius. In this familiar atmosphere, Bologo was keenly aware that there was a dissonant noise coming from Lebius' body. .

Like a premonition, Bologo felt that something bad was about to happen. When he thought of this, Palmer beside him suddenly woke up.

Palmer sat up straight, staring straight ahead, his body was awake, and it would take a while for his consciousness to clear up. Ten seconds later, he looked at Burlogo with a somewhat apprehensive expression.

"Why do I feel that the atmosphere is not right today?"

Even the unlucky Palmer has noticed something is wrong, and Burlogo can be sure that something big is going to happen today.

Just as Burlogo asked Lebius, the door of the office was pushed open, and Jeffrey walked Amy into the office.

Since then, all the members of the special operations team have come, even Uriel, who has no sense of presence, is also present.

The normally empty office suddenly became crowded, and Burrog pushed Palmer, trying to move Uriel out, but Uriel just smiled and stood beside them.

Palmer's expression was a little flustered, which may be due to his own gift. Palmer felt that he was sometimes like a prophet, able to predict the coming of disaster.

Yes, something bad was about to happen.

Palmer clutched his stomach. He pretended to have a stomach ache. He wanted to escape from this oppressive place quickly. When he got up, he saw Jeffrey standing guard at the door, like a wall, blocking everyone's way. .

"It's over, Bologo."

Palmer slumped back on the sofa and said weakly.

"Is everyone here?"

Lebius put down the documents, scanned the office, and nodded in approval while meeting his eyes with the team members.

"Is there anything going on today?" Burrog asked.

"Well, something."

Lebius picked up a stack of file bags, and Uriel took it and distributed it to everyone.

"Everyone, we have been working together for so long, it seems that we haven't had any activities together," Lebius coughed twice, trying to make himself look like a leader, "We will have a team building activity next."

Burrogo's expression changed slightly, and Amyu's reaction on the side got worse, with crosses appearing repeatedly in his eyes.

"What if Levius invites us to the amusement park?"

The conversation from last night echoed in his mind, and Ai Miao covered his face and shouted, "It's over! There is a mortal mission waiting for us!"

"If you have no problems, everyone, disband on the spot, pack your luggage, and we are ready to leave in the afternoon."

There is no problem, but what Lebius said sounds like there is no possibility of rejection no matter how you think about it.

Bologo sighed. His serious team leader is indeed trying to make himself more approachable. He is even trying to issue tasks in some humorous ways.

It's a pity that Lebius, like Burlogo, the more humorous they are, the more frightening they are.

Several people have clearly realized that this is not a team building, but an urgent mission with extremely high importance. This time, all members of the special operations team will be dispatched.

Except for Palmer, the guy didn't get Levius' humor at all.

Opening the file bag, Palmer pulled out a ticket, which contained Palmer's information and destination.

"Whoa, the Narrow Kingdom? I haven't been there in ages... Is it still a free port? I need to buy a bathing suit."

Palmer excitedly tossed and turned. He didn't expect that he would encounter team building just after his annual leave.

"Wait a minute, what is this?"

The smile on Palmer's face disappeared. In addition to the ticket, there was also an identification card in the document bag.

After a brief lookup, Palmer found that the identification information was forged.

Palmer looked blankly at Lebius, then at Borrog, and the others.

He doesn't understand why this kind of thing is needed for travel. Strictly speaking, they are all civil servants of the Rhineland League. No matter where they go, they should enjoy high-end treatment. Why did they sneak up on it...

Now Palmer's expression is like that of a meerkat, with his small hands in his mouth, his body hunched up, standing on the dirt bag, looking blankly at the vast and endless grassland.

Not everyone understood Lebius' humor, he sighed, and then said.

"The specific task details, we will talk about it on the road."

……

Oath City Opals, Central Railway Station.

As one of the major transportation centers of the city, the Central Railway Station is always crowded. People from all over the world pass through here constantly. Some of them just came to this city, while others are leaving.

Like the meeting place of ocean currents, people from different worlds gather here for a short time, everyone smiles at each other, and then separates, there is no possibility of meeting again.

The huge steel and glass ceiling, viewed from a distance, looks like a rib cage half-hidden in the sand after the monster dies.

People crawled over its corpse like ants.

As a conductor, a woman sees countless and all kinds of people in front of the counter every day, but among the many faces she has seen, the man in front of her gives her a feeling that she has never had before.

The woman's heart beat a little faster. While she was working with her head down, she observed the man from the corner of her eyes.

The man's appearance is not outstanding, it can be said to be very ordinary, but he has a mysterious aura, like a book waiting to be read, which makes women want to know him.

Open the man's ID, Irwin Fleischer, this is the man's name.

Continuing to look down, the woman showed a surprised expression, and raised her head to stare at Irwin's face, her eyes full of disbelief.

Irwin knew why women showed such expressions, and he had encountered such things many times along the way.

"People often say that I am quite young. I just have a better mentality and keep exercising."

Irwin smiled at the woman, scratching his gray stubble sheepishly.

The woman nodded approvingly. This is a guy whose age is difficult to judge. The years have mixed gray hair into his black hair, and his face also looks old, full of knife marks left by time.

There is no sign of aging in Irwin's body, he is full of vitality, his waist is straight, and he stands like a fighter who is always ready to punch.

Especially Irving's smile. When Irving smiled, he didn't look like an old guy at all. Instead, he was no different from a young man, as if he possessed magical powers and could deceive time.

Women sincerely hope that they can look like this when they are old.

Pick up the seal and leave a red seal on Irwin's certificate. In the past, women worked very fast, and it would take less than a dozen seconds to finish, but this time she slowed down on purpose. look like.

Irwin was a bit downcast, with dust hanging on his body, holes in his clothes, and a heavy suitcase in his hand. He seemed to have come from a far away place, full of dust and dust.

While waiting, Irwin took out a small comb, combed his frizzy hair neatly, and then simply arranged his clothes. He tried his best to make himself look decent, but no matter how hard he tried, his body The feeling of abjection is still overflowing.

Irving could only pout helplessly about this. For a wanderer like him, decency is a luxury word, but fortunately, Irving doesn't care much about it.

Countless foreigners come to Opals every day, and countless faces pass away like sand, and they are forgotten in a blink of an eye.

But today's foreigner named Irving is different. With just a few short conversations and several eye contact, Irving left a deep impression on the woman's heart.

No matter how slow the motion was, time continued to pass inexorably.

The woman raised her head in despair. After all, there was too little information on the document. The woman wanted to know more about Irving, but she knew it was impossible. When she returned the document to Irving, she would never see him again. Irwin is gone.

This was the first time they met and the last time, like many people in this world.

Suddenly, the woman asked, "What is your job?"

Irving was puzzled, "Do you still want to ask this?"

The woman suddenly woke up, she realized her mistake, she shouldn't have troubled a traveler because of her ridiculous idea, she just wanted to say sorry, but Irving said.

"poet."

Irving thought about it for a while, as if he was making sure that he did not use the wrong vocabulary, nodded to himself, and said again.

"Yes, I am a poet."

"poet?"

Women find it inconceivable that poet is an extremely distant and unfamiliar word in this era.

"It's surprising, isn't it?" Irwin guessed all the psychological activities of the woman. "It's also true that in this booming new era, the things of the old era have long been meaningless."

The woman tried to keep Irving for a few more minutes, even a few seconds, so that this color would leave a deeper imprint in her life.

She then asked, "So...are you traveling and looking for inspiration to create?"

"Well, sort of, but... more than that."

Irving suddenly lowered his body, put his hands on the counter, and whispered as if he was about to tell a secret.

"I'm looking for immortality."

"eternal life?"

The woman froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Is this the poet's romance?"

Irwin is very much like a drunken uncle in a bar, talking like Arabian Nights, but women don't hate it, if so, she is willing to chat with Irwin about these absurd fantasies until the next morning, but she Also know that this is impossible.

Hand over the ID to Irwin, it's time to say goodbye.

The woman said, "Goodbye, Mr. Fleischer."

Irwin waved to the woman. He said goodbye to many people along the way, and he was very good at saying goodbye.

"By the way, can I read your poems?"

The woman asked eagerly, but at this time Irwin had already walked a long way. The woman was very sad and blamed herself, how could she forget such an important thing, but at this time, distant words came from the crowd.

"You'll read it."

(End of this chapter)