Endless Debt.

Chapter 66 Skills

"Gray mist! Industrial! And... Delicious shrimp crisps!"

In the foggy morning, beside the slightly busy street, Dudell's energetic voice sounded, and his voice seemed to be always like this, full of energy.

"Yo! Boss, listen to this too."

Burlogo rummaged through dusty shelves, listening to Duddell's signature opening line on the radio, and asked his boss.

"Of course, there are not many music stations in Opals."

The boss stood behind the counter and turned on the radio to make Duddle's voice clearer.

"You know, when I was young, I was a guitarist in a band."

As if showing off, he stepped aside, revealing the guitar behind the counter. The guitar was out of place in this thrift store, and everything else was covered with dust, only it was polished and shiny.

"Looks good, can I pet it?" Burrog asked.

"Impossible, this is not for sale, just take a look." The boss rejected Burogo with a smile.

Burrogo looked at the boss helplessly, complained a few words, then turned his head and continued to search for the sundries on the shelves. The messy things were piled up together, and dust was raised from time to time.

This is a thrift store called "Charlie's House". The name of the store directly uses the name of the owner. All from here.

For Burlogo, this is a wonderful junkyard, and there is always something interesting to find, so he visits it regularly so as not to miss it.

"Boss, have you received any records recently?"

"I got a few pieces, but not many. Now everyone is using tapes. That thing is more convenient than records, and it's wear-resistant." Charlie casually picked up a decoration and wiped it with a rag.

"Is that so..."

Burrogo searched for a long time, but couldn't find anything useful, so he could only take down a few old records and put them on the counter.

"Clearance? You bought all of my things."

Charlie glanced at the things Burlogo had selected, and settled the bill with a smile.

"I can't help it. I can't afford such second-hand goods for the time being. When I have money, I can get some good things."

Burrog sighed, still thinking about the advance payment.

"Remember to come to me when the time comes. I have some good quality ones here, but they are just a little worn out. The price is also very good. It must be cheaper than buying new ones directly."

Charlie kept nagging that thrift stores weren't very profitable, and he wanted to grab regular customers like Burlogo with all his might.

"Okay, okay."

Burlog picked up the bag Charlie had packed and said perfunctorily.

"At that time, I will definitely come to give you money."

"See you then! Burrog!"

Charlie waves enthusiastically as he watches Burlogo leave the thrift store.

When I came to the street, I was surrounded by a familiar scene. "Charlie's House" was near Burlogo's house, which was why Burlogo often came here.

In his spare time, Bologo wandered around the Shenbei District, and he was very familiar with it. "Charlie's House" was discovered during a stroll.

There are silent pedestrians walking on the street. From time to time, the language that Bologo cannot understand is heard, and there are some strange faces. Most of the people living here are foreigners who came from afar. In a sense, this city is also It is full of vitality.

The slightly icy air poured into the nose, and there were various advertisements on the wall. Among the black and white paper, there were a few brightly colored ones, which caught Burogo's attention.

It depicts a person walking on a fork in the road. He is anxious and at a loss for the future, but the reality is constantly forcing him to make a choice.

"Oh, it's "The Wandering Mouse"!"

Bologo recognized the poster on the wall at a glance, and he also had one at home, with Kedening's autograph on it.

It was also after seeing this poster that Bologo realized that the last scene of "The Wandering Rat" was about to be staged. According to the original plan, he wanted to keep the appointment to watch it, but now he has become a Sublimator. Lebius also handed over the action against "human addiction" to himself.

The action may start in the near future, and Burlogo doesn't know if he has time to watch it.

At this point, Burlogo did not hesitate. His primary goal has always been revenge on the "human addict". As for the performance, there will always be a replay, but it is a pity that he did not see the first one.

The rest are some festival celebration posters. All the stores are carrying out various activities under the pretext of the festival, looking jubilant.

"Oath Festival is coming too."

Burrog looked at the festival poster and muttered to himself.

It is now October, the end of autumn and winter solstice, and the festival of oaths will be in more than a month.

This festival is exclusive to the city of Opals. In order to celebrate the end of the Scorched Wrath and the establishment of the city of oaths, Opals, the citizens celebrated the oath that the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance made together 66 years ago. On that day, the date of the Festival of Oaths was set.

Everyone is preparing for the arrival of the festival. Even in Shenbei District, a desolate and remote urban area, the street lamps on the streets are covered with fluttering ribbons.

Burrog looked at all this with a blank look in his eyes.

He remembered that he was also released from prison around this time a year ago. After spending the vow festival at Adele's house, he left and came to Shenbei District to start a life alone.

It was a warm festival, a festival worth remembering by Bologo, perhaps it was a memory of that time, Bologo was like a child, unexpectedly looking forward to this year's oath festival, although he didn't know what it would be like .

……

Back home, Burlogo simply picked out the newly bought record. Although it was said to be newly bought, the record itself was already a second-hand product that had been turned around several times. Burlogo was not satisfied with its sound quality. what to expect.

The stylus fell, and the singing gradually rose. Bologo nestled comfortably on the sofa, casually picked up a jackknife, and unfolded it.

Holding the cold knife handle tightly, the cyan gleam unfolded on the back of Burogo's hand, and the trajectory broke through the limitation of the flesh, spreading to the jackknife.

The metal was twisted and shaped, and the cyan light burned like a blazing fire. Like a jackknife placed in a forge of nothingness, it collapsed into a warhammer in Burrog's hand.

This is not the end of the change. Driven by Bologo's will, the warhammer continued to change and turned into a long and narrow sword.

A series of gaps appeared on the narrow and long sharp sword. Bologo's expression was tense, and he devoted all his attention to it, manipulating the ether, and carrying out the precise changes.

Sweat slid from his forehead, and after a few minutes of changes, Bologo released the secret power, and he exhaled heavily, feeling tired for a while.

Raising his hand slowly, the long and narrow sword turned into a rough chain at this moment, dangling in Bologo's hand.

"It still doesn't work."

Burrog sighed.

As soon as he was free for a while, he trained his secret energy. After many attempts, Bologo had a deeper understanding of the consumption of ether and the operation of the secret energy.

Shaping the jackknife into a rough warhammer consumes very little ether, and the shaping speed is very fast, but once the objects he plastics become complicated, it will greatly increase the consumption of Bologo himself, whether it is ether or energy .

Fortunately, this point can be trained. As Boluoge became familiar with the secret energy, his operation of the secret energy became more and more sophisticated. At first he could only shape a small chain, but now he can completely make this slightly complicated chain The objects are shaped.

But it wasn't enough, he still remembered Baldr's "fantasy creations". Different from his rough chains and sword blades, the weapons he created were all very delicate, with patterns on them. From here, it can be seen that Baldr was secretly In terms of mastery, it is still higher than Burlogo.

Same goes for Palmer, although this guy...

Burlogo didn't bother to think about it any further. He didn't want to remember that he had such a partner, except for work, if he could.

Palmer can control the airflow. It sounds like this secret ability is quite weak, but under Palmer's precise control, he can use the airflow to control so many throwing knives at the same time, and precisely penetrate Eugene's body.

Thinking of this, Bologo felt a little stressed, but he also comforted himself that he was just a newcomer, a newly promoted Sublimator, just train slowly.

"But the power is really deceitful."

Boluoge stood up and shook the chain in his hand. During the swing, the chain was covered with cyan light and turned into a sharp long sword. Then Bologo stepped forward and turned around. When he swung again At that time, the sharp sword had turned into a hand axe.

With the help of the Hand of Calling, as long as there is steel around him, Bologo can shape different weapons. One second is a jackknife, and the next second it will turn into a spear and be thrown.

In addition, Bologo noticed a usefulness of the recruiting hand.

Standing in front of the door of his bedroom, Burlogo closed the door, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed against the wooden door.

The cyan light trail flashed by, and the wood twisted "babble", breaking and cracking in front of Bologo.

This is another usefulness that Bologo noticed. Bologo can easily conscript any gate, wall, or even the armor of the enemy. As long as it is touched by him, he can conscript, shape and shatter it.

As Jeffery said, Bologo no longer needs a shock hammer. In the future, he can easily break in. Whether it is an iron door several meters thick or a hard rock, as long as it is a solid entity, it will be in the hands of the powerful. Falling apart.

"I'm such a genius."

Burrog said to himself, and he recovered from his self-satisfaction. What awaited Burrog was a dilapidated door, which was crumbling.

After being stunned for two seconds, Bologo pressed his hands in a panic, trying to restore everything.

(End of this chapter)