Endless Debt.

Chapter 524 Evidence of Existence

Borogo Lazarus.

It was not a name given to him by his parents, but by an unknown friend, given to Burlogo.

"For a long time, I didn't pay much attention to this matter. After all, my parents are also illiterate. If they were asked to name them, they probably wouldn't be able to come up with a better one. They also said that I am a different person. child.

My parents have great expectations for me. They often say that my achievements will far exceed those of my parents, so I should have a name like a king, not like them, just like a fallen leaf. "

Bologo was completely relaxed. In his memory, this was the first time he had told his past with others like this. This was not only retelling for Amy, but also in the narration, Burlogo was gradually recalling his own life.

A bizarre life.

Looking back on the past, when Burlogo thinks of himself today, he still maintains a sound mind, and he is grateful to those who blessed him.

Relying on the help of others, Bologo went further and further, he did not fall into darkness, nor was he decadent.

Burlog could not think of a better ending.

"Names are magical," Burrog said suddenly, "this is the truth I know after realizing the existence of the devil."

To call a devil, you first need to know his name.

Amy remained patient, looked at Burlogo sideways, and listened to his words.

"Sometimes I wonder if my name has any meaning. Unfortunately, I will never have the chance to know this secret," Burlogo said.

"You can give meaning to yourself," Amyau said.

"Um……"

Burrog sat up straight, put his hands on the railing, and continued to tell Amy about his past fantasies.

"I didn't like Sequoia when I was a kid, it's my hometown, I hated it, I wanted to see the bigger world, not be imprisoned here, grow up, take my dad's ax and be a A lumberjack..."

Bologo continued, "For countless afternoons, I have imagined that I would sneak into the merchant's carriage and let them take me out of this place. At the end of the train, let it take me to another bigger world."

"But you didn't do that."

"Yeah, even though there was a sense of strangeness, I still hated my parents. It wasn't until I joined the army that I left that small town for the first time, and then I never went back."

Burrog sighed, "The first half of my life is so strange, like a hallucination."

"Sometimes I have a strange thought, I wonder if the first half of my life was really just a dream."

Amy asked, "Why do you think so?"

"My memory of the past is extremely strange and vague, and I myself... I am deeply in the mystery again."

The figure of an astronaut once again appeared in front of Burogo's eyes. In the dark and gray world, he watched all kinds of things about himself in the open-air theater.

Maybe he was watching him right now.

Burrogo emphasized, "The most important thing is that there is nothing to prove my past existence, Amy."

An indescribable chill spread in Bologo's heart. Bologo has never been a person who recalls the past too much. As an undead, he only has an unknown future in his eyes.

The past is the past, no matter how entangled it is, it cannot be changed, so why waste time on it?
But as he chatted with Aimu, Burlogo gradually fell into the memory, and the past that he never cared about has become confusing at this moment, like a bomb buried in the bottom of his heart, detonated today.

"I can clearly recall every day of my military career, but all the things in Redwood Town are extremely vague... It's strange. When I lived in the dark prison, I didn't think about recalling these things at all. Every time I My memories stopped abruptly when I joined the army, as if that part of my life didn’t exist at all.”

"I'm different from you, Amy," said Burlogo. "For you, the past, which is like a dream, is real. There are too many evidences to prove the existence of Alice."

"But I'm different." A strong sense of strangeness filled Burogo's mind, he lowered his head in trouble, and muttered to himself, "I can't find that town anymore, it seems to have disappeared out of thin air, after so many years It has passed, and the people who knew what I went through in this small town have long since passed away."

"It's so strange, Amy, now it seems that there is nothing to prove the existence of Redwood Town, and no one can prove that I lived there..."

Burrog fell silent, whispering inwardly.

only one person.

Only one person can testify to Borrog's eerily obscure past, the one who knew of his "afterlife" from the start.

astronaut……

Bologo suddenly realized one thing, if his "afterlife" had an inseparable relationship with the astronauts, then he had already fallen into the eyes of the astronauts since he came to this world, why did he die until the death of the Holy City? At that time, he signed a blood contract with himself.

Pairs of invisible hands grabbed Bologo, and they dragged Bologo's body vigorously, bringing double pressure on both mental and physical bodies. With hoarse mourning, they tried to pull him into the bottomless abyss.

"Bologo!"

The call interrupted Burrogo's cranky thoughts, and Amy looked at him nervously, "Are you okay?"

Burrog's expression was a little dull, and it took him a few seconds to realize his ugliness just now. Burrog took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his emotions, and look at his past calmly and rationally.

"It's nothing, just a little cranky."

Burrog pressed his face hard, and the strong touch kept him awake.

"I began to think that I was so focused on the future, might it be a kind of escape in a different direction, so that I could forget the troubles of the past."

"Don't think too much, Bologo," Amy reassured and encouraged, "If there is a problem, then solve it."

Amyu said, "You are no longer the child you were back then, but a believer, the best field staff in the Bureau of Order, you are an adult enough to be your own."

Burrog hesitated for a moment, then gave a relieved smile and said to himself, "Yeah, I have plenty of time to deal with these things."

Standing up, I still have tasks now, and Burlogo no longer thinks about these things. If all this is related to the astronauts, I will be able to figure it out sooner or later.

Back in the carriage, Palmer woke up unexpectedly, and was sitting by the window, happily wiping the alchemy weapon in his hand.

This is the trophy that Palmer brought back from the wind source highland... Anyway, he described it as a trophy. In fact, it was a gift from Vaughn to Palmer, saying that it was to celebrate his good son's success in being promoted to a believer.

Alchemy Armed Storm Feather.

This is a throwing knife that looks like a feather. It is small and exquisite, with extremely sharp edges. Palmer didn't tell Bologo about the specific effect. Bologo will know when he needs it.

Looking at the heartless smile on Palmer's face, Burlogo was a little envious of this guy, and wanted to cut his head open to see what kind of structure could produce Palmer's mentality .

Sitting opposite Palmer, Burlogo let out a long breath, recalling the strangeness caused by the past, which gave him a headache.

Palmer asked, "How long before we get to Freeport?"

"Why, impatient?" said Burlogo.

"I just wanted to get to work quickly," Palmer argued.

Ai Miao ignored the bickering between the two. She lay on the side of the car window and looked at the passing scenery. This was Ai Miao's first long-distance travel by train, and she was very curious about all the things along the way.

Jeffrey pushed the door out, "Don't worry, we expect to arrive at Freeport the morning after tomorrow."

"It stands to reason that the Bureau of Order should be able to mobilize a special train to transport us, why should we stop and go with this group of people?" Palmer continued his complaint.

"Because the special train from the Bureau of Order is carrying others forward."

Geoffrey said, throwing a report at Palmer, which was just printed and the ink was still fresh.

The communication equipment of the Field Service Department is also arranged in this exclusive compartment, which is why the special operations team will bring Uriel with them for this operation.

"Not only are we heading towards the Freeport, but the sixth group has also been dispatched there. They took a special train and got on much faster than us. They were just approaching the Freeport last night when they were attacked by the Zongge Orchestra."

Burlogo said, "The sixth group is drawing fire for us?"

"That's right, one is in charge of feint attack, and the other is in charge of sneaking in secretly," Jeffrey explained, "We are the latter."

"Are they all made by the Zongge Orchestra?"

Palmer flipped through a few pages and put away the smile on his face. The Zong Song Orchestra blocked all the routes from Opals to Freeport to a certain extent, vowing to stop the interference of the Bureau of Order.

"That's right, the enemies we faced this time were very stubborn, and they were ready to fight us to the end for the original thing."

Jeffrey said to himself.

"I am more and more curious about what the original thing is."

(End of this chapter)