Endless Debt.

After leaving the mine, Bologo went straight to the wandering fork road. He was very familiar with this place like a local snake. He followed the air corridor to the building complex that grew on the cliff like a huge tumor. The narrow and dark streets revealed There was a chill.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and everyone lowered their heads and moved forward in silence. The crooked windows along the street were also nailed with wooden boards, and the alleys were surrounded by wooden fences. This reminded Burogo of the war. Fortifications built by cities.

Now Wandering Fork Road is in a time of war, a long and silent war, everyone is panicking, holding Mammon coins engraved with mercury symbols, praying in low voices that the evil spirits will not come to the door.

Bologola lowered the brim of his hat. He was no different from ordinary pedestrians, but unlike their fears, Bologola had only a twisted and morbid pleasure.

A hoarse voice sounded from under the brim of the hat, "I have fulfilled my promise, Mammon."

Bologo once swore to Mammon that he would become a legend among the wicked. Now that he has done it, he turned his head and looked at the other buildings hanging on the cliff. On the air corridors connecting each other, one body after another was being hanged. A nearly dried-out corpse.

They used to be feared guys in the Wandering Fork Road, in charge of smuggling and human trafficking. Many people knelt at their feet, begging for mercy, but now they have lost their vitality, and their bodies are covered with signs of torture. to hang.

No one dared to let them down, because it was done by evil spirits, and the corpses were like a deterrent, alerting everyone.

For that battle, Bologo's memory is quite clear. These people are rare demons who have been promoted, and the most powerful of them is the head prayer demon. His secret power can make his body as hard as steel, And spread this hardening through the ether, making his weapons strong and sharp.

The iron wall made of aether failed to stop Bologo, and the grudge bite easily tore his aether flow and split the iron-like body.

The indiscriminate killing of the evil spirits wiped out many loyal taxpayers who wandered off the road, and even more people fled here, which led to a reduction in tax revenue. Bologo also understands that this problem cannot be solved by relying on his own strength. .

"you sure?"

Well, it's just a joke, they are not real kings, at most they are lords who have gained some power and prestige, and now they want to meet the real king.

Burrog stared at Vicar for a long time, as if his eyes were going to penetrate Vicar's eyes, get under his body, and confront the tyrant hidden in the depths of his soul.

"No, it's still working time."

Every time I go back, Lebius is not there. According to Jeffrey, he is dealing with other things and has a high degree of secrecy. For this reason, Jeffrey took over Lebius' work and sat around day and night. in the office.

Burrog went on, "Not to mention the oath to bind it all."

Vika seemed a little surprised, and poured a glass of wine for Bologo, "Is this... a deal? I thought you would do it directly and force me by force."

Bologo didn't express too much emotion, and felt a little joy at the news from the bottom of his heart.

Burrog didn't lie. After more decentralization, he became more and more free. Except for the necessary material replenishment and feedback tasks, he has rarely returned to the Bureau of Order in the past three months.

"I'm still self-aware of my own strength."

The best lesson for a beast is to let it go back into the wild. "

"The second group?" Burrog frowned. He hadn't heard of the so-called second group in the Field Service Department.

Another voice sounded in Vika's mind. In the dark and narrow room, the tyrant was sitting on his dilapidated sofa, with several stacked TV sets in front of him, each screen playing a different picture .

"See me?" Vika didn't understand, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The two disguised well, just like ordinary pedestrians, but Palmer had some strange little emotions in his heart. With Burlogo by his side, he sometimes felt that the two were like the king of this dark world.

Bologo told Palmer that, unlike himself, Palmer was not so accepting of the devil.

Bologo didn't say anything more, and directly led Palmer into the Spider Web Bar. Unlike the lively atmosphere in the past, the Spider Web Bar seemed much deserted, with only a few scattered people sitting in the shadows. The neon lights are scattered randomly, but they can't bring up emotional ups and downs, but instead create a sense of loneliness.

"As for trading...that's what I've learned on the job, that swords are indeed handy tools, but unfortunately they don't solve all problems."

"Why should I tell you, Bologo."

Vika then smiled, but the smile seemed a little uncomfortable.

"He didn't develop me, and I haven't even seen him for a long time."

"Don't know, but they've paid the price, haven't they?"

Coercing Vika with force can be understood as coercing a devil with force, which is meaningless.

Vika asked, "Are you off work?"

"I think I'm just maintaining order as usual." Bologo didn't mean to back down in the slightest. "The Bureau of Order's previous laissez-faire with the Great Rift made it a bit too barbaric to grow here."

Demons are just the bottom and most common of this dark food chain. To completely destroy this dark place, what Burlogo has done is far from enough.

After confirming that Bologo had completely left, he whispered, "The timing is really unfortunate, what are they going to do?"

"never mind."

"It's nothing, it's all in the past."

"It's all right," Palmer shook his head. "One has to get used to working."

Bologo took the wine glass. Vicar was one of the tyrant's servants. He seemed to be talking to Vicar, but in fact the tyrant was watching. If he wanted, he could appear in Vicar's body at any time.

Vika was silent for a while, and asked, "Are you going to make a deal with me?"

"No, no, I mean, letting you go is a kind of cultivation in itself," Vika said, "When he was in the second group, his team leader taught him this way.

"It's not serious enough to rely on his strength," said Burlogo. "I've come to see you."

Vika changed the topic back, and then said, "About your question, sorry, I don't know anything."

"Is it bad?"

The hunt on the mine area made Burlogo realize that another hunter had broken into his hunting grounds, and Burlogo was instinctively disturbed by this.

Vika put down the cleaned cup, put his hands on the bar table, and lowered his body, "From a certain point of view, we are more or less hostile now, what do you think?"

The Great Fissure is a tumor located on the Oath City Opals. Unfortunately, they need this tumor, but its existence is still too dangerous. The harm brought about is reduced, such as interference from taxation.

"It seems that Lebius is really trying to train you."

The Wandering Fork Road is only a part of the huge power of the tyrant. Besides the Wandering Fork Road, he also has the mysterious Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. Those lunatics who dare to sell anything are the important source of tax revenue.

Burrog asked, "Is anyone else hunting demons besides me?"

"We won't go to war with each other. I understand this. After all, I'm just a small believer, and what I kill are just some insignificant demons. No matter how much I do, I can't shake the real cornerstone. Isn't it?"

The bartender, Vika, was the same as before. He stood behind the bar, silently wiping and washing the cups, and only slightly raised his head when he saw Bologo coming.

Burlogo added, "Trading is also a form of offense, so that I can solve problems more efficiently."

"He's a little tired of you now, Bologo, your massacre has broken the balance of the Great Rift, and our taxation is very poor this time."

"Oh..." Vika understood what Bologo meant, "Then you must have encountered a problem, otherwise you wouldn't have come to him."

Burrog couldn't completely cut off the abscess, he could only pierce countless holes, causing the pus and blood to flow out.

"Yes, the conditions. For example, I will reduce hunting in the near future, so that those demons will crawl back into your dirty swamp and bring a steady stream of taxes to your master. Correspondingly, I need my information."

Vika laughed after hearing this, and the conversation gave him a feeling of deja vu.

Looking up, a tall building rises from the grotesque tumor intertwined with concrete, and countless cables are wound around it, weaving it into a dark and huge hanging bird's nest, but it is more like a bird's nest than a bird's nest. It is a spider web covering the entire Great Rift.

Vika said that the tax has been reduced. Judging from the greedy nature of the tyrant, it may not be a reduction, but the increase has not met expectations.

Bologo waved his hand, casually threw a mammon coin on the bar, and then beckoned Palmer to leave with him, while Vika watched Bologo leave with a smile on his face.

"I'm sure."

Palmer followed Bologo, because of Bologo's ruthless behavior, he rarely left anyone alive, so Wandering Fork Road has very little information about the evil spirit, let alone his identity and appearance.

"You can wait for me outside."

"I am a person who pays attention to credibility when doing business."

The tyrant said as he looked at the screen in the middle. It was a place similar to a factory, with piles of cargo boxes placed together. In the screen, a group of people had already been waiting for this place.

Looking at the back of one of them, and thinking of the person he was going to meet later, the tyrant suddenly laughed hoarsely, as if something interesting was about to happen.

"What a fateful reunion, don't you think?"

The tyrant seemed to be talking to someone, his voice was low and hoarse, with a weird twist, like a monster hiding in the dark.