Endless Debt.

When Palmer woke up, Burlogo had already left, and he didn't know what he was busy with, but judging from the situation, it should have nothing to do with him, otherwise, with Burlogo's professionalism, he would never let it go my own.

After simply washing up, Palmer changed from his casual attire in the past, rummaged through the small and poor wardrobe, and gathered a very formal outfit for himself from the reserves on the Horror.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Palmer seemed to be going on a date. For a moment, even he himself was fascinated by himself in the mirror.

After being narcissistic for a while, Palmer carefully opened the cabinet and took out a box wrapped in layers. After the Paradise incident ended, Palmer and the others were transferred to the Terror, basically all day long. reside on board.

With the isolation of the sea, it is extremely difficult to leave the Terror, but this cannot restrict Palmer. With his own secret power, Palmer is very good at gliding with the wind, let alone in this turbulent wind. the sea.

Ever since he realized that Irwin was a blue jay, this plan had been planned in Palmer's heart until it was implemented last night, and now all he had to do was to complete the last step of the plan.

Palmer picked up the box and ran all the way in the corridor. He remembered the location of Irving's room. He had visited Irving these days, but most of the time, Irving was in a coma, and Palmer was not. To bother him, I just silently left a fruit basket on his bedside table, with a label with my name on it, and I don't know if he saw it.

His heart was pounding, and Palmer felt his cheeks heat up. He was like a young man in love, panicked and expectant.

Irwin was not always in a coma, sometimes he would wake up briefly and write something in the notepad. Palmer wanted to go in and say hello, but when he thought of the strange acquaintance with each other and what happened next , Palmer, who has always been familiar, doesn't know where to start.

Palmer felt that she was not so entangled when facing Woxilin. Thinking about it, Wuxilin has always been a proactive girl. Whenever she was entangled, she would break in through the window and take her twisted body. Emotions smashed to pieces.

Then Palmer thought about why he was so twisted about Irving. He really admired this author and was full of expectations for him, so he should move forward bravely. Maybe the door of the winding path will be opened tomorrow. I have to return to the Bureau of Order, but I must not miss this opportunity.

With all kinds of chaotic thoughts, Palmer puffed up his chest and strode forward. Every time he took a step forward, Palmer's state of mind would become a little more sacred, like a pilgrimage. The blue jay is gone, maybe I can chat with him for a while, and even get his autograph...

Filled with infinitely energetic emotions, Palmer turned the doorknob and pushed open the door of Irving's room.

At the first glance into the room, Palmer could see Irving sitting on the bed with a half-eaten apple in his hand, and Cinderella sitting on the other side with her face downcast and her eyes staring straight at him. On the ground, the whole person felt a gray and pale feeling.

"Well, are you busy?"

The eerie sight caught Palmer off guard, but he wasn't one to back down.

Irwin explained for Cinderella, "No, just chatting, and then there were some differences."

Irwin's voice paused, and he reaffirmed, "That's right, the difference, the difference between fantasy and reality."

Cinderella thought that every word, every plot, and every strange embellishment in Irwin's book was full of deep meaning... In fact, Cinderella thought too much, and Irving didn't think so much when he wrote it. Things, he can't even recall sometimes, what he wrote.

When Cinderella asked about the plot of a certain character, Irwin asked her suspiciously, who is that character?Did he write the character?
Like a cruel execution, Irwin took a chisel and bit by bit shattered all Cinderella's fantasies about blue jays.

Cinderella has already begun to regret that she shouldn't have asked Irwin these things, and she can no longer treat these stories with the previous mentality.

Irwin asked, "Should I call you Shaw, or that Palmer?"

Palmer came to the bedside enthusiastically, "Palmer Clarks, this is my real name, as for Shaw, that's just a pseudonym needed for action."

"Oh, it makes sense."

Irwin nodded. He felt that Palmer was not bad, with a little joy in his seriousness, which made him slightly change his view of those cold and deadly Desublimers. Most importantly, he also saved himself. Although it was because of his identity as a blue jay.

After many years, Irwin once again lamented that writing a book would really save his life.

Palmer's expression became tangled, "That..."

"Just call me Irving."

Irwin knew what Palmer was struggling with. "Outside of working hours, I don't like people calling me blue jays. It feels like I'm working overtime."

"Haha."

Palmer laughed and pushed open the door. He was still worried that Irving would be a difficult guy to get along with. Now it seems that the two of them have a similar taste.

Irwin noticed the box under Palmer's armpit, "What's this?"

"Ah, well, wait a minute."

Palmer quickly opened the package, revealing a rectangular packing box. Its packaging is extremely delicate, the overall material is wood, and it has been treated with old age. The brass locks seal the wooden box. There are also copper protective corners on each corner.

Irwin felt that this wooden box looked familiar, and recalled carefully that there seemed to be many such wooden boxes in his warehouse.

"Wow!"

Cinderella on the side yelled out in shock. She recognized what the wooden box was, pressed her hands on it, and met Palmer's eyes.

Without any words, just by making eye contact, the two of them identified each other's identity, reached out their hands tacitly, and shook hands firmly.

"You can call me Cinderella."

"Palmer Clarks."

This time, Irving couldn't understand the situation. He sat up straight and asked, "What is this wooden box?"

Palmer asked in surprise, "What? Don't you know what this is?"

"It's a bit familiar. My editor seems to have mailed me a lot of things like this before."

Irving stretched out his hand and dragged the wooden box over. This thing was much heavier than he imagined, and there was a name in gold on the top of the wooden box, shining brightly.

""Night Journey"?"

Irwin was a little surprised. He had just discussed this derivative board game with Cinderella.

"No," Palmer immediately corrected Irwin, "This is the limited deluxe edition of "Journey from Never Night"!"

"what?"

What surprised Irving was more than that. Palmer opened the wooden box, and there were a bunch of objects neatly placed inside, including chess pieces, identity cards, game maps, dice, rule books, and so on.

Palmer took out the rule book and handed it to Irving with a reverent expression. Irving was familiar with this scene. He had never appeared in public, but he was often asked for this kind of thing by the editor.

Irwin skillfully picked up the pen, and mechanically signed the words of blue jay on the rule book, Palmer put away the rule book) looked at the writing on it, then looked at Irwin, he pressed the rule book on the On his chest, his face was peaceful and serene.

"It's worth it."

Palmer murmured, compared to the original thing and Gould, it is obvious that the Blue Jay's autographed "Journey from Never Night" is what he really wants.

From a certain point of view, Palmer is really a very easy to satisfy guy.

Irwin said, "Do you have any questions about the story?"

Palmer was startled and terrified, "Can you?"

Irwin smiled, "Of course, accepting readers' questions and answers is also part of the author's work."

Palmer became even more excited, and Cinderella felt that the situation was not good. She wanted to prevent Palmer from understanding that Cinderella would definitely not like Irving's answer.

Irwin is like a ruthless steamroller, he will crush everyone's fantasies to pieces.

But just when Cinderella was about to speak to stop Palmer, Cinderella stopped suddenly, and a desolate smirk appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She couldn't be the only one injured.