Endless Debt.

Chapter 600 The Dawn

Irwin's mood at the moment is a little delicate, no... it can't be described as subtle anymore.

In order to pursue the knowledge of the extraordinary world, Irwin spent decades, paid a huge price, and wandered between life and death countless times before he touched these secret and blood-stained knowledge.

In Irwin's view, the extraordinary world should be cruel and bloody. Everyone is a cold and efficient expert, ruling the lives of the demons with a knife in hand, and fighting with the hostile decondensers until the end of the world.

Order and chaos overlap constantly, and disputes are eternal.

The more he understands all this, the more Irving is in awe of it all. He tries his best to keep a safe distance from all these dangerous things, but in the end Irwin still fails and gets involved in the dispute on the Paradise Here, the experience of the Paradise is unforgettable. Thinking that such incidents are normal in the extraordinary world, Irving laments the madness of this world even more.

After finally ushering in a short period of tranquility, Irving has done a lot of psychological construction for himself. If he stumbled into this crazy world by mistake, he must bear the corresponding responsibility and price. Maybe this is Irving. The last peaceful years of my life have passed.

Irwin is like a man who is going to die with determination. When his emotions are brewing to the climax, suddenly this sadness and awareness are crushed by his fans.

These extraordinary fans from the extraordinary world, with the power to distort reality.

Sitting next to Irving, Palmer jokingly said, "Can you understand my mood now?"

Irwin's mood at the moment is not difficult to guess, Palmer continued, "You don't think we are all a group of guys who hate each other? Well... also, if the prototype of the hunters is the Desublimer, from your book Judging from the description, it is indeed a deep hatred."

Palmer patted Irwin on the shoulder vigorously as he spoke, and popularized some knowledge about him, mainly the part related to the Bureau of Order.

"Friend! This is not the era of hundreds of years ago!"

Palmer groaned strangely, "Everyone won't gather around the campfire to study any plans. We have a dedicated office and a very efficient modern administrative system... We even have insurance, pensions, and annual leave!"

Every time Palmer said a word, Irving's expression collapsed a little, and in the end his face became completely pale.

Irving shattered Palmer's fantasy, and Palmer is now shattering it back.

Hart, who was sitting opposite, urged, "Stop talking about this, hurry up!"

Palmer quickly opened the box of "Night Journey", and the game map and chess pieces were all over the table. Palmer skillfully set up the game environment and spread the game map on the table. He has done countless things like this This time, every time after get off work, Palmer would play a game with other people in the Undead Club, while outside the table, there were players who had been waiting for a long time.

Even though the space of the armed carriage is much larger than that of ordinary carriages, when people gather in a circle, the space becomes narrower.

On the right of Irving is Palmer by the window, on the left is Cinderella, and on the opposite is the tall Hart. Everyone has tried to squeeze the seats, but Hart still takes up a lot of space by himself.

Beside Hart was Amy, followed by Burlogo. Burlogo didn't want to participate in this board game, but he couldn't stand Palmer's endless nagging.The time on the return journey is a bit boring, so it’s okay to pass the time with board games.

Lebius also acquiesced to the play of several people, and now two fully armed action teams are on this train, and the most important thing is that they also have a group of sublimationists from the original school.

This is simply an extraordinary army. Even if the defenders come to intercept them, they still have the ability to fight. Not to mention, there are very few forces that can mobilize the power of the defenders.

Irwin picked up a card from the deck and turned it over. It was an identity card with the hunter's identity and some ability values ​​written on it.

Hmm... The derivatives of my own works are right in front of my eyes, but Irwin is completely unfamiliar with them, and this can be regarded as a wonderful experience.

Irwin is not good at many things, so he has given full authority to his editors for the derivative part of the work. As for what they did, Irwin didn't care much.

After all, there are too many secrets buried underground in Daisy Castle, which are enough for Irving to pass the time.

Canary dragged a chair and sat down in the aisle. She kept a smile on her face. The smiles of several people cooled down with the arrival of Canary, a stranger. This strangeness has become more vigilant.

"Can you take me one?"

After a few seconds of silence, Palmer said excitedly, "Okay, it's only fun if there are many people."

Then there was a row again. Generally speaking, only Palmer and Hart were noisy, and Cinderella fanned the flames. This girl was always easy to blend into the atmosphere.

Amy also really wants to play, and Burlogo can see this from Amy's rapidly changing pupils. He thinks it's nothing. After going through life-and-death actions, people should relax, let alone Talk about a child like Amy.

It's just that unlike before, Aimu didn't fully reveal her intentions, she appeared very restrained, as if she was pretending to be mature.

In the end, only Bologo and Irving looked at each other affectionately. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged countless words relying on their eyes.

Irving was very curious about Bologo, and Bologo was also very curious about Irving, but the two never had a chance to have a good chat.

"Hello, Irving Fleischer."

Canary suddenly stretched out his hand to Irwin, who froze for a moment, then politely reached out to respond.

"You can call me Canary."

Irwin nodded. He remembered this woman. She also contributed a lot in the battle on the Happy Land. Irwin still remembered that Canary called that terrible enemy by the name of "White Gull".

Interesting, the names of all three are Asuka.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect to see you here," Canary said, "fate is really wonderful."

Irving asked, "Why do you say that?"

"How should I put it? I am a poet, and of course he was."

As Canary spoke, she raised her hand and picked up a human head wrapped in black cloth. In order to maintain the suppression of White Gull by Silent Fang, the two never separated.

Hart sniffed the air, keenly aware of the thin blood in the air, and then his eyes fell on Canary's hands, his fur instantly frowned, and he stared at Canary with piercing eyes.

Palmer reassured in a timely manner, "Don't be nervous, it's okay."

"poet?"

Irving was aroused by Canary's words. Few people read poetry these days, let alone so-called poets.

"We were young when we became poets, and you know, we needed such a pseudonym."

Canary smiled at Irwin again, "It's an honor to meet you."

The reasons for everything are self-evident. Irwin was stunned, and a sense of trance hit his mind. He blinked, as if he didn't believe Canary's words, but when he thought of Palmer and Hart, it seemed Nothing is impossible, which is amazing.

"I'm honored too."

Erwin said sincerely, "It would be great if my words could inspire others."

"What are you talking about?"

Palmer obviously couldn't understand the literary conversation between the two, and he just wanted to start the game now.

After shuffling and dealing the cards, there are three more identity cards in front of everyone's eyes, and they have to choose one of them as their next role.

Palmer picked up a white mask, with black lines outlining the luxuriant branches and leaves. He will be the host of the game, guiding the players in the game.

"Have you chosen your identities?"

While asking, Palmer picked up an exquisite locomotive piece and placed it on the railway station across the game map.

"The Dawn is about to depart!"

(End of this chapter)