Endless Debt.

Chapter 667 Boundary
Looking back now, Burrog's first year of work was terrible, and the rising anger almost caused Burrog to burn himself to ashes... They failed to burn Burrog into ashes, but became entangled in The unquenchable raging rage in Burlogo.

It was a past that Bologo didn't want to look back on. The hunting of the addicts extended from the first year to the second year. It was also in the second year that Bologo became a Sublimator and completed his own mission. revenge.

"We still haven't figured out what the addicted people are collecting so many philosopher's stones for."

Bologo recalled that there were not many people who could be killed by him and still remain in memory, "Now another evil spirit has appeared, I don't think he is my imitator, on the contrary..."

"Instead, you think he's slaying demons, collecting souls like a man?"

Palmer put down his guitar and looked at Burrog like an idiot. "Demons don't have souls, Burrog."

"Yeah, demons don't have souls..."

Of course, Bologo knew that the devil had no soul, but it was like a premonition in the dark. He felt that the other evil spirit must be doing similar things, something that made Bologo feel uneasy.

"Well, that was partly my fault, but I still feel like it's important."

Bologo went on to say, "Vicar must know something, maybe he has a deal with the other party, and you know that the tyrant never refuses a deal."

Burrog laughed cooperatively, put all his manual notes back in the drawer, and stood up.

Thanks to the nobleness of Seri's bloodline, he is very resistant to fire. Afterwards, he found that the fire seemed terrifying, but it was only a skin trauma, not to mention that the Night Clan's resilience was very strong.

Seeing the two coming, Serley skillfully provided them with different drinks. Palmer likes good wine, but because of financial difficulties, he can only drink some cheap ones, so as long as a slightly higher-end drink is enough to satisfy him, As for Burlogo, it was even simpler.

Sitting in front of the bar, Bologo raised his head and glanced at Thurley. His previous bronzed complexion was gone, not because of time, but because after he took a shower, the fresh water washed away the paint.

Bologo didn't understand what kind of nerve Serley was committing, and his explanation for this was, "It's a rare vacation, and you need to feel healthy after being exposed to the sun...Although I can't bask in the sun."

In the midst of his sorrow, Bologo was actually a little excited. Since he gained power and took charge of the jurisdiction, it was the first time he had encountered such an unsolvable incident. He began to feel something similar to investigating a case, as the mystery was gradually solved. , and his mood was also ecstatic.

There was no need to try to understand what the Night Clan lord was thinking.

Bologo got such information that even the blazing sunlight could not kill the Night Clan in a targeted manner.

Familiar voices of advice sounded in his ears. Since then, Bologo has listened to Irving's advice and worked hard to change himself.

"With their high-purity bloodlines, the Night Clan can perform certain actions under the scorching sun."

As always, Serley apologized to Burrog with that smiling face, but Burrog asked him forcefully about the Daybreak War and the name that was crossed out by Thorey.

In addition, Borrog also began to get used to some social activities, such as the gathering of the club of the undead.

Bologo was already very sad, not to mention that he discovered the mystery of the night clan in Fengyuan Heights earlier. He angrily broke Threy's parasol, and then Threy turned into a ball of fire, with a frightening gesture. Running wildly across the wilderness.

"Congratulations, you have worked for this damn company for three years, and you still haven't died," Palmer said deliberately, with an extremely contrived expression, "Oh, you won't die, that's great, They'll use you until the end of the world."

Burrog is like a stand-up show actor, and the demons are his audience. In Burrog’s view, if he can make the devil laugh with jokes in such a terrible situation, then he must be very interesting—in every sense above all.

Palmer got dressed, and after Burlogo made sure that the water and electricity were turned off, he opened a darkness, and after a brief fainting feeling, the familiar smell of wine rushed into his nasal cavity.

Bulogo didn't realize the problem, and he began to think that if one day he could tell a joke that made the devil laugh out loud, then he would be considered funny.

There was a clanging sound in Palmer's bedroom, and Burlogo waited patiently.

"Speaking of which, this year is coming to an end soon."

Then came the conversation in the Undead Club.

Burlogo didn't hear the end of Palmer's journey, because he fell into his own vomit midway through and fell asleep.

The most obvious feature is that in hunting demons, Bologo will communicate with demons more and more frequently and tell some cold jokes.

A few months ago, after the reality shattered, Bologo and Thrai had a brief unpleasantness. After leaving the intact Daisy Castle, he saw Threy holding a parasol in the defense line built by the Field Service Department.

"I'm about to enter my third year on the job," Burrogo exclaims.

Burrog nodded. This time he did not reject Palmer. After today, the third month is over. He has successfully harvested three important areas of the Great Rift. It is time for him to take a vacation. .

Bologo really laughed this time. As long as such a topic is involved, Palmer's wishes must be these few. Needless to say, he can guess it.

But most of the time, the demons couldn't laugh, and a few cursed, thinking that Burlogo was humiliating them, and wanted to climb the stage and punch and kick the actors.

"We all have our boundaries, don't we, Bologo."

Sometimes Bologo thinks that if he meets someone who can laugh out loud, it would be good to let him go. Unfortunately, facing Bologo's blade, no one can laugh, they will only think that he is a brain Problematic lunatic.

Burlog was troubled, tapping his fingers on the table repeatedly.

That was the expression a night clan lord should have.

"What the hell are they plotting?"

"Compared to these..."

"I would like to be able to move my retirement years forward by a few years."

The next thing is very simple.

"To be honest, I'm a lot like a motorcycle tourist."

Bologo still clearly remembers the change of Serley's expression at that time. The mean smile was fleeting, and the coldness and seriousness appeared on his face. Burlogo always felt that it didn't fit when his expression appeared.

After getting drunk, Palmer said to Burlogo while vomiting, "Take your luggage, ride a motorcycle, start from the wind source highlands, advance along the Rhine, cross the central plains, and then cross the canyons..."

Burlogo seems to like sweet drinks like fruit juices, and all he needs is orange juice, chilled at most, whatever the season.

The sky outside the window was getting dark, and everyone in the Undead Club should have just woken up. Burrog put on his coat, took out the key of the winding path, and played with it in his hand.

"It's so early."

"It's you, you were lucky enough to spend a year, do you have anything to say?"

Palmer glanced out the frost-covered window, "Do you want to be together soon? The Undead Club."

The two came a bit early, and apart from them, there was only the familiar and coquettish bartender in the bar.

Cerley didn't see the sadness on Bologl's face, but thought it was the exhaustion after the battle. He approached meanly, asking endless bad questions.

They are all dead.

Thurley came for Irving, but unfortunately he came late.

"You should be fun and romantic."

According to Palmer, every time he thought about how long he was going to be in this job, he felt an indelible sense of desperation, and when he realized that even if he retired, he would have to take over Vaughn's job. becomes more intense.

Burlogo didn't continue to ask, and there was no need to ask, because he couldn't get anything anyway.

Everything was as if nothing had happened, and the joy in the Undead Club was still there, just like the never-ending music and the endless aroma of wine.

Everything is so beautiful, like a dream conceived in a bubble.

Thrai likes to immerse himself in such sweet dreams, but Bologo knows that sooner or later the bubble will be shattered, and so is the sweet dream.

(End of this chapter)