Endless Debt.

Chapter 63 Good Brother

"Then it's settled like this, let's rest for a few days.

Belogo, you continue to familiarize yourself with your secret powers, Palmer, you can take a good look around the field department, as long as you don't get lost. "

Lebius instructed, Bologo and Palmer sat opposite him, one face was full of indifference and ferocity, and there was a bit of eagerness to try, the other face turned completely gray, slightly raised their heads, thinking Life.

One is an employee who has some mental problems and will never resign, and the other is an employee who has some mental problems and thinks about resigning every day.

"Let's go, I'll take you shopping."

Uriel stood up and gestured to Palmer. She naively thought that Palmer was really unfamiliar with the Field Service Department.

Palmer opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything, his whole body showed an unspeakable sense of decadence, finally nodded, and left with Uriel.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing, Geoffrey, take Burlogo to change clothes and equipment."

Looking at the conspicuous white hospital gown on Bologo, Lebius ordered.

"Yes, where are my clothes and equipment?"

Hearing what Lebius said, Bologo suddenly remembered that his clothes and equipment seemed to be missing, and no one mentioned these things to him along the way.

"It's all destroyed. You drained all the 'cold iron souls' around you, even your clothes and equipment were not spared." Jeffrey said.

"And what about my hammer?"

Although they didn't get along for a long time, Bologo had already developed a different emotion for that hammer. Few weapons could make Burlogo like it so much.

"It's also damaged. Alchemy weapons are also graded. Your shock hammer happens to be the cheapest kind, and this thing is generally not used for combat." Jeffrey said.

"Then what is it used for? Demolition?"

Burrogo still remembers the exhilaration he felt when he swung the hammer, the crushing feeling, it was really cool.

"A hammer is a hammer. A vibrating hammer is used by a sublimation furnace core to forge steel. I just thought you would like it, so I got one for you."

Speaking of this, Jeffrey was a little embarrassed. It stands to reason that some good things should be given as a meeting gift, but just like Palmer said, it is very difficult to approve some things from the sublimation furnace core.

"Don't be too sad, there will be good things later... I think Bailey is very interested in you, isn't she?"

Jeffrey said maliciously, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at Bologo, which made Bologo feel uncomfortable.

"What do you want?"

"Bologo, you can feel it too. Each action group is actually like a small bureau of order. Each staff member has different functions. But unfortunately, the people in the sublimation furnace core have never been It’s easy to deal with, everyone is suffering from those neuropathy, resulting in many action teams, there is no one who can connect with the sublimation furnace core.”

Jeffrey stood beside Bologo, constantly hinting at Bologo in his words.

Burrogo briefly recalled the sick female minister who was absolutely problematic, the deputy who beat and kicked the female minister at every turn, and the former minister who quit because of taboo research.

At present, Burlogo has only contacted three people from the sublimation furnace core, and all three of them have serious problems.

"Impossible, don't even think about it, Geoffrey."

Burrogo sternly refused. It wasn't that he hated Bailey, it was just the thought of being stared at by that kind of eyes... being peeped by that kind of person.

This feels so weird, like something sticky is crawling on my body, and it feels like all the pores of my body are resisting.

"Hey, it's nothing, Bologo, you will agree sooner or later." Jeffrey laughed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"impossible."

Burlogo felt that he was not so easily subdued.

"Actually, very few people in the Field Service Department can refuse the sublimation furnace core. You are resisting now just because you are a newcomer. You will understand soon." Jeffrey said with a playful expression.

"Cough cough."

Lebius coughed twice, interrupting the absurd conversation.

"Time is precious, you'd better hurry up, although you won't die, but I also hope that during the mission, you should try to avoid death as much as possible."

Levius demanded.

"I understand, and even if I accidentally die, I will kill all those who know."

Burrog nodded, and then left the office with Geoffrey.

……

"New clothes, new equipment, and new alchemy weapons."

In the activity room, Jeffrey brought a big box, which was full of things for Burlogo, and Burlogo changed his clothes directly in the activity room.

"This is your uniform. Pay attention to keeping fit. These are all custom-made. If you get fat, you need to re-measure."

Geoffrey opened the box, took out some clothes and handed them to Burrog, not forgetting to pull his trouser belt while talking.

The white shirt was protruding from the fat belly, although Geoffrey tried to hide it, it was still too obvious.

"Ok."

Burlogo changed into the uniform of the Bureau of Order, which was not much different from what he usually wore. It was still a combination of white shirt, tie, and coat, but in some corners, a few lines and seams were added.

Not only does it look neat and straight, but it also does not restrict its own movement when performing some large-scale movements. Elegance and sharpness coexist, and then there is the familiar concealer trench coat.

At first, Bologo thought it was something expensive, and he considered whether to take off his clothes before the battle, but later learned that all alchemy weapons that can be mass-produced are quite cheap, including this windbreaker.

In addition to these two pieces, there is also a black overalls, which are full of straps and pockets, which seem to be able to carry a lot of weapons.

"It looks like an employee of an ordinary company." Burlogo commented.

"Yes, employees of ordinary companies," Jeffrey said with a smile, "now is no longer the era of fighting for the lord with a sword, and the aesthetics of our clothes must also advance with the times."

"Of course, the most important thing is to be low-key and concealed. After all, we are operating in a magnificent city, not some remote and dark jungle. The more ordinary, the more suitable for our disguise."

Jeffrey talked again about the secret societies.

"At the beginning, the uniform of the Bureau of Order was not like this, but a sleeveless jacket with the back hem drooping like a swallowtail, and then a big shawl was put on, covering the elbows and reaching the front of the abdomen. Patterns outlined with gold wire..."

Listening to Jeffrey's description, Burlogo could imagine that elegant and mysterious scene, like a ghost under the night, with noble gold in the darkness.

"Sounds like . . . aristocrats," said Burrog.

"It's the nobles. Do you think there is any difference between those secret associations that have been handed down for a long time and the current big families? The only difference is that one holds power and wealth, while the other holds power and wealth at the same time. With extraordinary power," Jeffrey said.

"That kind of attire is not commonly used nowadays. It is only used in some important ceremonies. The rest are some stubborn secret societies that still maintain this tradition."

Hearing what Geoffrey said, Bologo became a little curious about the traditional costume of the Sublimator.

"Your jackknife and throwing knife are also in there," Jeffrey flipped through the box again, "The shock hammer can't give you a whole new one for now, after all, you don't want to go back to the sublimation furnace, do you?"

Burrog nodded quickly.

"However, you are also a sublimator now, and you don't lack attack methods. The shock hammer should almost be eliminated."

Jeffrey grumbled and took out another oddly shaped object.

It was something like an armguard, and the whole was made of pitch-black metal. Under the large piece of armor, there was a mechanical structure that Bologo couldn't understand. A little shimmer and texture.

"This is the standard 'adaptive arm' of the Department of Field Service. As you can see, it is an alchemy weapon, but it has no surprising effects. It is mainly forged to adapt to different transformations."

Geoffrey rolled up his sleeves and pulled on the armguard, which pressed against his skin.

"This thing is completely driven by ether, so the body is compressed into such a small size. According to different usage tendencies, different modifications can be carried out, such as this."

The ether was poured into it, and as Geoffrey shook his hand vigorously, there was a twisting sound under the armguard, and then the hook line was shot out, and the rope wrapped around the armguard was also thrown out together.

"Smaller and more concealed hookline, and can be triggered by too many times."

Geoffrey swung his arm, the hook rope was loosened, and it was entangled rapidly, like a poisonous snake swimming away, and it was entangled back into the armguard in a blink of an eye.

"Most of the time we operate in the city, where there are many tall buildings, there is nothing more suitable for us to move quickly in short distances," Jeffrey said as he took off his armguard and threw it to Bologo, " Because you were not a Desublimer before, and you couldn't freely manipulate the ether, this thing was not given to you, and now you can throw away the hook gun."

Burrog put the armguard on his left hand, and with the surge of ether, he had a strange feeling, as if the armguard was a part of his body.

Then Burrog noticed that there were still several grooves on the armguard, which were being dragged by some kind of mechanical linkage. He picked up a jackknife, and the handle of the knife fit into it.

The jackknife was pressed against the armguard, and Bologo swung his left arm vigorously, only to hear a crisp metal sound, the jackknife flipped out from the armguard, and the blade extended step by step, turning into a sharp arm The blade stabs out.

"That's right, that's it. You can add whatever weapons you need, as long as it's within the range of the armguard, but it should be noted that if you add too many things, the armguard will become bloated and become very obvious."

Jeffrey said, using Yas as an example.

"Like Yass' 'Riot Squad', his crew, everyone has different weapons on their armguards, there's an anesthesia needle, there's an axe, there's one guy who modified himself a machine gun Put it on."

Burrog tried to imagine the scene, and his expression became strange.

"I prefer to keep only the Hookline ability, because it's very easy to cover."

Geoffrey put on a coat for Burrog, and through the loose cuffs, the delicate armguards were completely covered, and no one would notice the existence of the armguards until Burrog threw the hook line.

"Yes, it is indeed quite convenient."

Burrog straightened himself up and was back in his dignified and formal self.

"Then I'll go home first, see you in the combat room tomorrow."

Bologo said goodbye to Geoffrey and pushed open the door of the lounge.

Palmer and Uriel walked towards each other. Uriel was smiling, while Palmer still looked decadent. He was really taken by Uriel to visit the Field Office.

In some respects, Uriel was unexpectedly serious.

"Yo! Burrog, are you ready to go?"

Seeing Bologo, Palmer lifted a little spirit.

"Well, what's wrong."

Burrog responded.

"That's just right! I'm leaving too, how about I take you back." Palmer suddenly showed his hospitality.

Burrog thought for a few seconds, and he thought this was a good opportunity for the two to get to know each other better.

Of course, the main reason was that Burlogo's house was too far away, and he really didn't want to squeeze the tram.

As he responded to Palmer, Palmer stepped forward, like a good brother, and put his arms around Burlogo's shoulders.

"You're welcome, we are partners!"

Palmer kept emphasizing.

"In the future, a good brother who was born and died!"

(End of this chapter)