Endless Debt.

Chapter 638
When Burlogo saw Gould, the powerful defender was lying on the hospital bed, his whole arm was bloodied, covered with wounds, and his expression was exhausted, as if he hadn't slept well for several days and nights.

"I really never thought that I would be able to leave there alive."

Seeing Bologo's arrival, Gould managed to raise his spirits, and showed a not-so-ugly smile at Bologo.

"I didn't expect it either."

Bologo felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time he had a direct conversation with Gould instead of through a card.

"It seems that Irwin's wish also includes you."

Gould nodded. Even now, he was in a daze. He didn't expect that he could really return from that hellish paradise and regain control of his body and the feeling of freedom, which brought tears to Gould's eyes.

"Sorry, I lost my composure in the Happy Garden before."

"It's nothing," Burlogo shook his head, "everyone has their own limit."

Bologo could see Gould's distress at the moment. His body was full of tubes, and his face was almost full of malaise and exhaustion. He guessed that Gould needed to see a psychiatrist and enjoy a long vacation. , to heal his broken heart.

"what happened to your hand?"

Bologo noticed the injury to Gould's arm. Now he is sheltered by the Bureau of Order, and he is also a defender himself. Burlogo doesn't understand how he was injured.

"They call that thing permanent metal," Gould raised his hand, "I don't know much about that thing, but I know how to twist it."

Gould talked about what happened to him, "It's very simple. In order to remove the constant metal from me, another guy used absolute power to roughly twist it. Because he didn't control the power well, he twisted it off. broke some of my bones."

Compared with the mental torture he experienced in the Happy Garden, this kind of injury is nothing to Gould, but the labor pain from his arm will make him feel alive.

Gould often heard people say that only after experiencing some things, people will understand some things. He thought that he, as a defender, was already at the top of the world, but the experience of the Happy Garden gave him a hard time. taught Gould a lesson.It's been a long time since he loved the world so much.

Burlogo said, "Lebius said you were looking for me."

"Well, I just want to thank you face to face, without you getting in by mistake, I might really have to endure eternal torture there."

Burlogo looked indifferent, "It's nothing, it's just a duty."

Gould laughed hoarsely. In the Happy Garden, he had limited communication with Bologo. Now it seems that he thinks Bologo is a good guy.

"Are you from the special operations team?"

"what happened?"

"Are you interested in joining our tenth group?" Gould continued, "We just happen to be short of people right now."

The attack of the Zongge Orchestra caused serious trauma to the tenth group. Now most of the group members are still lying in the frontier sanatorium. Due to the temporary paralysis of the operation group, the Bureau of Order's control over the narrow countries began to decline.

Bologo froze for a moment, smiled and shook his head, "Let's forget it."

"just kidding."

Gould also laughed. After getting out of danger, the team leader of the defense team is also quite humorous.

"You should not only want to see me, is there anything else?"

Bologo was puzzled. After waking up, Gould didn't go to see his team members, but instead came to ask him what to do.

"I have nothing to do. It's another group of people who have something to do," Gould said, looking behind Borrog. "They didn't want to summon you directly, so they passed me and made a detour."

Bologo turned his head, and a researcher in a protective suit had been waiting for a long time, and Burlogo's eyes flickered between the two, extremely confused.

Gould said, "It's all right, go with him."

Burrog hesitated for a moment, but nodded, followed the pace of the researcher, and advanced in the dark and dark corridor.

During the period when several people in Bologo disappeared, the terrifying and huge machine of the Bureau of Order did not stop because of anyone. On the contrary, it started working with unimaginable efficiency.

The researcher didn't say a word, like a tight-fitting machine, faithfully executing orders. In the long silence, Burlogo couldn't help asking, "Who wants to see me?"

The researcher replied simply and straightforwardly, "Scholar Hall."

Bologo fell silent. As a research institution higher than the sublimation furnace core, the Hall of Scholars had very little contact with Bologo. The only intersection in my impression was when the Hall of Scholars watched on from the sidelines during his own promotion ceremony. On the sidelines, they are also hidden behind thick observation windows.

Burlog couldn't think of the purpose of summoning him in the Hall of Scholars, was it to inquire about the Pleasure Garden?But this is not within the responsibility of the Hall of Scholars.

With trepidation, passing through the slowly rising gates, Bologo touched the core of the sublimation furnace core, where many researchers dream of arriving.

Hall of Scholars.

Different from the scorching heat of the sublimation furnace core, gusts of coolness came oncoming, and the faint blue light sprinkled from the top of the head, as if it was located under a huge aquarium. Burogo could see many figures walking through, except In addition, there are many desks randomly placed on one side, filled with densely packed pages of data.

The mechanical sound of the typewriter echoed continuously, and there was a heavier and denser metal friction sound. Burogo walked towards the center of the court room, where a gap in the center of the circle was located, and the bottom was filled with some kind of solution. Watching countless copper pillars, with the rotation of the machine, the mechanical stakes on the copper pillars also began to rotate.

The huge machinery linked together brought an indescribable shock. Near Bologo, the machines placed on it, under the operation of the copper pillars, spit out a series of paper strips with holes printed on them.

Scholars have taken the note, and they seem to have a unique set of translation methods, translating the holes on the note into a set of data and recording it on the white paper.

The hum of gas compression and release sounded in the shadows. Looking up, Burrog noticed that many pipes passed through the gaps, and the gas flow capsules were also covered here.

Just as Bologo was fascinated by the mechanically constructed court room, a familiar voice sounded from the front, and he called out.

"Bologo!"

Burrog looked in the direction of the voice, and an unexpected person appeared.

"Deputy...deputy chief?"

Bologo suspected that he was wrong, and the elusive Nethaniel actually appeared in front of his eyes, and then Nethaniel hugged him vigorously, telling Bologo that this was not a fake, but a reality.

"Did you look for me?"

Nethaniel replied, "I'm one of them... let's talk while walking."

Bologo followed behind Nethaniel, and every time Nethaniel appeared, he would bring amazing news to Bologo, and he realized that things were not that simple this time.

Nethaniel chatted, "About the promotion later, Lebius mentioned it to you, right?"

"Hmm..." Bologo raised his own doubts, "I remember that the promotion materials for those in power need to be obtained by ourselves, don't we?"

"According to the regulations, this is the case, but most of the time, employees can exchange their achievements for materials," Nethaniel said, "You have done a good job before, and do you know? You were selected as the annual Best new employee."

Hearing the best rookie employee of the year, Bologo was stunned. He had heard Palmer mention this award countless times, but he never expected that he would really get it, and under such circumstances, he was told by Nethaniel .

"that's it?"

"That's it," Nethaniel said. "What more do you want? An award ceremony?"

"I thought it would be more grand," Burlogo said. "Palmer used to brag about that time to me."

"It was true before, but now you also know that the Bureau of Order is very busy and potential enemies are everywhere," Nethaniel, who has always been cynical, became serious, "Maybe when we wake up, another extraordinary war is coming soon It's close at hand."

"Is it that bad?"

Nethaniel showed a mysterious smile, "You will know right away."

"Speaking of your promotion, after consideration, we have decided to replace your Best Newcomer of the Year Award with alchemy materials. Of course, this is not enough to support your promotion to the negative authority. Don't worry, the part that is not enough, the decision-making Room will make it up for you."

Burrog frowned, "Isn't this a bit out of order?"

"It's definitely against the rules," Nethaniel said frankly, "but we can set up a certain plan, and you are the protagonist of the plan. As for the content of the plan, it is to find a way to pile you into the glory... Don't worry, I am Deputy Director, I will approve the planning documents very quickly."

Bologo's brows were almost knit together, hell, this matter is more nonsense than he imagined, Nethaniel seemed to know what he was thinking, he lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Bologo, you are in debt of immortality, and you also possess the alchemy matrix of the Overlord Cylinder, the chosen one of the devil... You don't think we are really going to treat you as an ordinary field worker?"

Nethaniel stood up straight, with that mysterious smile still on his face, and before Burlogo could speak, he continued.

"We have arrived."

Another heavy gate was raised, and an old white-robed old man had been waiting behind the gate for a long time. His muscles had shriveled like a dead tree, but his eyes were bright and full of vitality.

An indescribable sense of power overflowed from this decayed body, annotating the shimmering pupils, and the old man in front of him gave Burrog the same powerful aura as Nethaniel.

Glorious One.

Burrog can be sure that the other party is a supreme honorable person.

Nethaniel said in awe, "Let me introduce you, this is Mamo Payne, who has lived from the fall of the holy city to the present, and is the first minister of the sublimation furnace core."

Mamo ignored Nethaniel's existence, as well as Nethaniel's praise. He stared at Borrog indifferently, his eyes cold like a leopard staring at its prey.

"I want you to see something, Bologo."

(End of this chapter)