Endless Debt.

Chapter 67 Training
Pushing open the door, Jeffrey walked into the office with a sigh of relief and a sleepy face.

"Good morning, Levius."

Jeffrey rubbed his sleepy eyes and greeted Lebius who was already behind the desk.

This guy is always the first person to show up in the office, because he lives in the Bureau of Order, dedicates everything to work, has no private life, and sometimes Jeffrey doesn't even know that he should admire Lebius, Still pity him.

"Ok?"

Before he could say anything, Jeffrey quickly noticed that there was another person in the office, a person in heavy protective clothing.

"Badr?"

Jeffrey asked tentatively.

"Good morning, Jeffrey."

Bader turned his head, and a dull voice sounded from under the breathing valve. Jeffrey didn't expect that Bader would come here early in the morning. What surprised him even more was that even after leaving the sublimation furnace core, this guy was still stubbornly wearing protective clothing. .

Wait a minute... Baldr seems to have always looked like this in his memory. When he recalled carefully, Geoffrey couldn't remember what Baldr looked like, as if he had been locked under a heavy protective suit since he knew him.

"Early in the morning, what's the matter?"

Jeffrey sat on the side. He knew Bailey's love for Bologo. He thought she would settle down for a few days, but he didn't expect Badr to be sent here so soon.

"Has Burloge chosen his 'mask'?" Badr asked back.

"Huh? So are you here for this kind of thing?" Jeffrey nodded, and replied, "No, he is still in the actual combat room. He has lived in the actual combat room for the past two days, training the secret energy day and night. .”

Yes, apart from the workaholic Levius, now Borrog is also there. He seems to have messed up the house when he tried the secret power at home, and then came to the actual combat room, plunged in, and enjoyed it.

"If Burlog didn't choose his 'mask', Sublimation Furnace prepared one for him, as a gift for Bailey's apology." Baldr said.

"A gift of apology? How do I feel, but it is the first step for you to seduce Bologo?" Jeffrey smiled, and then he said, "Whatever, if Bologo likes it, accept your gift, and it's okay. Not impossible."

"What about after? Are there any other 'gifts' like this?"

Jeffrey asked again, looking at Badr with deep meaning in his eyes, like an old fox.

"Of course, it's hard for the Minister to control herself. I think she will do more offensive things, and we will have to make an apology at that time." Bader said very well.

"This is great, great." Geoffrey smiled, and sold Burlogo in the blink of an eye.

"But is it really okay?"

Bader didn’t ask Jeffrey this time, but looked at Lebius. Although many things were resolved by Jeffrey, Lebius is the boss here, and everything has to go through his tacit approval. .

"If this is fully supported by the sublimation core, I have no problem."

Lebius said without raising his head.

"make a deal."

Jeffrey smiled and held Badr's hand, shaking it vigorously a few times.

"Then please take me to meet him, just give him this gift."

Badr said and picked up the suitcase at his feet, which had been covered by Badr's figure before, and Jeffrey didn't notice it until now, and then he saw the logo on it.

It was a sharp sword entwined with thorns, and if one wanted to hold the sharp sword, one would be cut by thorns.

"Are you going to give him a 'contract item'?" The old fox's smile disappeared, and Jeffrey became serious.

"Don't worry, this is a carefully selected contract item, and we think it fits well with Bologo." Badr explained.

Jeffrey was silent for a few seconds, his eyes firmly locked on the icon of the Thorn Sword. After a long time, he turned to look at Badr, with a little warning in his voice.

"Although Bologo will not die, he is a member of the Field Service Department and a member of the special operations team. I hope you can regard him as a living person, not an experimental subject that will not wear out."

"I thought you wouldn't care too much about these things." Badr was a little surprised.

"When the wild dog is named, then he is one of us. It's easy to understand, right?"

Geoffrey seemed to have a tiger in his eyes, and he wasn't joking.

"Okay, I know."

Baldr got up, carrying the suitcase, like a machine.

"Then trouble you, take me to see him."

Jeffrey didn't say anything unnecessary. He suddenly remembered why he hated these alchemists. He always felt that there was not much difference between the sublimation furnace core and the monks of truth, it was just whether they obeyed the "ethical regulations".

A group of pathological, desire-seeking academics...or lunatics.

……

"Run fast! Faster!"

Shouts echoed in the actual combat room, and at the same time the ether surged violently, sharp spears pierced the sky one after another, and were nailed to the wall with a clanging sound.

Under the urging of the shouting, another figure hurriedly ran past, he was panting tiredly, his sweat-soaked cheeks completely collapsed, just about to curse something, the whistling spear hit directly in front of him, blocking the way.

"I just said that the Field Service Department is a group of psychopaths."

Palmer retreated sharply, dodging the spear that followed, and the light flashed. With the appearance of the inception phenomenon, Palmer's secret energy also erupted together.

Secret Energy Wind Source.

Exhausting all the strength in his body, Palmer instantly threw out several throwing knives, and under the envelopment of the air current, he shot towards the figure that was rushing towards him.

There were whistling buzzing sounds all around, and the trajectory of the flying knife became weird and unpredictable under the control of the airflow, but the attacking figure did not stop at all, and was not afraid.

Bologo lowered his body and reached out to touch the ground under his feet. The cyan current passed by, and the ground protruded. Two crooked walls stood on both sides of Bologo, protecting his running path, and those who attacked All the throwing knives were stuck on the wall.

Leaping high, the jackknife in his hand exploded with a chill of death, and slammed down on Palmer's head.

"You're serious!"

Palmer screamed, and the air flow surged around him. In an instant, Palmer's speed increased sharply, and he quickly dodged Burrogo's punch.

"Be serious, Palmer, use all your strength to find a way to kill me!"

Burlogo scolded loudly, Palmer is not only negative at work, but also in training.

"I'm already doing my best!"

Palmer shouted while fleeing, although what Bologo said, he would not die, Palmer shot casually, but after a few fights, Palmer was chased and beaten by Burlogo.

That's right, I'm just an intelligence officer, and I haven't been out on a field mission, and Burlogo is a self-proclaimed "expert".

Palmer was exhausted. Turning his head, he saw Borrog running along the wall, one stone step after another raised, and the jackknife in his hand rubbed against the wall, sparks splashed, and there was a piercing sound.

Gritting his teeth, Palmer released the secret energy again. Although he only manipulated the airflow, Palmer could still create some lethal attacks through the airflow when he released it with all his strength.

Gusts of hurricanes hit, and Bologo jumped high, but those invisible blades had already been close to him, and in an instant, countless holes were drawn on the clothes, and the body surface was also cracked. A tiny wound.

"That's right!"

Burrog said happily that he knew Palmer wasn't that vulnerable.

In the next second, Palmer's figure suddenly rose. Under the support of the strong wind, he flew up briefly and galloped towards a safe high platform. This guy wanted to escape.

"Halftime!"

Palmer yelled, but Burrog didn't want to let him go so easily.

It may be displeased with Palmer's passive sabotage, or it may be revenge. In the previous accident where he was hit by a truck, Burlogo ran wildly on the raised stone steps, and at the same time the jackknife began to change.

The two figures were chasing each other, and at the moment when Palmer was about to reach the high platform, the jackknife turned into a chain in Burrog's hand, making a clattering sound, and threw it towards Palmer's figure.

"Don't think about it!"

He had already noticed Bologo's intentions, the air flow was rolling, strong winds were blowing, the chains were shaking constantly, it was difficult to move forward, and then they were completely blown away.

It can blow away the chains, but it can't stop Bologo. A stone pillar protrudes directly along one side of the wall, and under Bologo's call, it continues to extend, and in a blink of an eye, a stone pillar is built. Go to the long bridge on the high platform, and over the long bridge, Burrog strode.

"Help!"

Seeing this scene, Palmer wailed directly, his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he ran staggeringly.

Palmer is really exhausted. Since yesterday, he has been called by Bologo to train. Under the high-intensity training, not only physical strength is consumed, but also Palmer's ether, which is not much energy. And Palmer's terrible state of mind.

After these two days of training, Palmer has a new understanding of his partner. Not only will he not die, but he is also extremely energetic, and he is also very fast at learning secret abilities.

Should it be said that it is worthy of the name of "expert"?Burrog's mind is very active, and he will never be restricted by anything. At the beginning of the training, Palmer can still rely on experience to play with Burrog, but as time goes by, Burrog's movements become more and more serious. Fast, and the control of the ether has become more precise.

One second the weapon in his hand was still a jackknife, and the next second it changed into a spear, a battle axe, and a heavy hammer, and he could change the shape of the weapon at will during the fight, making it hard to guard against.

After avoiding melee combat, Palmer was greeted with endless spears. As long as there was solid matter, Burlogo could recruit it. He pulled one spear after another from the ground, making Palmer Elmer was exhausted.

Deceitful, efficient, precise, swift.

Palmer gave up completely. He looked like he was being slaughtered, and lay flat on the high platform. His clothes were soaked in sweat, and with his tired body, everything felt heavy.

Footsteps approached, and Palmer complained loudly.

"Don't come, don't come, you just kill me, this damn field department."

The footsteps stopped beside him, and the figure covered the light above his head, but judging from the dark silhouette, it shouldn't be Bologo.

"Good morning, Palmer, you've worked so hard, training early in the morning." Jeffrey praised.

"Jeffrey!" Palmer was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears, begging, "Take me away quickly! Help!"

Palmer's roar really shocked Geoffrey, and before he could continue to ask, Burlog came from the extended long bridge.

Like Palmer, he was sweating profusely and steaming from his body, but unlike Palmer, Burlogo had a weird smile on his face, as if he was addicted to some kind of game.

(End of this chapter)