Endless Debt.

Burrog walked quickly through the streets, completely ignoring the strange eyes of passers-by.

At this moment, Bologo is a little embarrassed. The overlap with the Void Realm has obliterated his flesh and blood, as well as the pants below his thighs. Now the flesh and blood have healed, but the shoes have completely disappeared, and only half of the pants are left.

Just looking at Burlogo's upper body, you would think he is a successful company employee, but looking at Burlogo's lower body, you would think he is a homeless man living on the street.

Burrog was in no mood to care about other people's eyes. He left the frontier nursing home in a hurry, not knowing how long it had been since his death, nor did he know the result of the first negotiation.

There were too many questions in his mind, and these troubles already made Bologo exhausted, and before he could rest for a while, Serai and Wei Er gave Bologo a head-on blow.

relationship issue.

Judging from Burrow's priority in dealing with problems, personal emotional issues are undoubtedly the one with the lowest priority. Burrow will not consider this issue at all, but being muttered by the two, on this hurried road, Burrow Ge's mind lingered repeatedly, lingering.

The last second was the vicious fight with the Wordless, the next second was the two stupid faces of Thurley and Weier, followed by the speculation and suspicion of the decision-making room, and then Amy's smile could not stop appearing.

Burlogo realizes that experts aren't everything.

From the assassination of the target to the tracking of the enemy, Bologo can be regarded as murder and arson, and he is very experienced in every job.

At least nearly a hundred years of work experience, at this point, few people in this world can compare to Burogo.

Burlogo was so efficient and powerful, but there was one thing he never dealt with.

relationship issue.

"damn it!"

Burlog knocked his head, trying not to think about these things. Perhaps Adele's death had hit him too hard. Burlog has always tried to restrain his emotions so as not to cause unnecessary troubles, but now these emotions saturate Burlogo's mind like poison.

The body followed the route in memory, heading towards the Bureau of Order, while Bologo's thoughts were fighting with each other, and he didn't pay attention to the things around him at all.

The harsh horn sounded, and a car stopped abruptly beside Borrog. The driver leaned out the window and cursed at this bastard who ran a red light. Pedestrians all looked sideways at this man who looked like a homeless man and a company employee. guy.

Bologo didn't care about this at all, and then his figure froze, accompanied by a sharp brake sound, and his body slammed towards the street corner uncontrollably.

When Burlogo climbed out of the broken window with his head bleeding, the whole street was in a mess, the street lamps fell sideways, and the pedestrians were terrified.

Bologo always felt that he had experienced similar things a long time ago, but it didn't matter anymore. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Bologo wiped the blood on his face and continued to move towards the Bureau of Order.

what's the problem?

Bologo felt that this was not a good time to think about this question, but he just couldn't help thinking about it. For the first time, such an impulse had arisen in his barren heart, and as the number of times of thinking increased, this impulse became more and more intense.

"Think rationally."

Burrogo said to himself, thinking about the problem from a rational perspective will help the parties get the best answer.

So where to start?

The first encounter?Bologo has always been a cold guy, but when he met Aimu, he rarely showed a slightly gentle side. Looking back now, Bologo felt that it was just his own momentary kindness and empathy.

Burlogo understood the predicament Amy was in at that time, and he also sympathized with her thoughts. He felt that he should help her, just like Adele helped himself.

No matter how indifferent Burrog may be, he still thinks he is human, and humans live in groups and help each other.

Bologo knew how bad it would be to fall, and he had a deep understanding of that feeling. Compared with the days of living alone in Shenbei District, life in the black prison has become better.

So he helped Aimiao, and he was rarely patient enough, even if Amyu caused such trouble later, he still chose to save her.

In Burogo's eyes, Aimu is different from the desperadoes he has encountered. She is just an immature child living in a distorted environment. What she needs is correct guidance and help.

Just like yourself.

This is not only saving Amy, but also saving Burrog himself, fulfilling what he promised Adele in his diary.

Until this moment, everything is normal.

So when did the distortion start?
Bologo thought about it, and stepped into the Order Bureau.

The staff of the Bureau of Order have long been used to all kinds of abnormalities, but when they saw that Bologo had a smear of blood on his head, his feet were bare, and he was still muttering, everyone couldn't help but stop and watch.

The blood flowed backwards, and the wound on the top of Burrogo's head healed, and he continued to move forward, the instinct of the body had already known the route.

After constant thinking, Bologo still couldn't figure out when the change happened. It didn't have a clear time node. In my sleep, it seeps in like poison.

Bologo stopped suddenly. At this moment, he realized that there was a close connection between himself and Amy. She made the Snake Scale Liquid, and she also made the lost scabbard, not to mention that her secret power kept increasing. With Burogo, he faced battles big and small.

This reminded Burlogo of his own living room. When he first moved in, the living room was very tidy, with at most a few of Palmer’s favorite movies. Occupied, there are posters everywhere, full of youthful atmosphere, and the unique stupidity of young people.

This is how many things change, silently, when you realize that the raging fire has burned your house to nothing but a frame.

And...then what?

Then what to do.

Bologo's progress stopped again, and at this moment he really felt his helplessness.

As an undead who is about to pass a hundred years old, Borrog's knowledge in this area is infinitely close to zero.

With that comes anxiety and stress.

Burrog is a man prone to overthinking, a man who tries to take everything into his hands. Like his own secret power, Burrog has a kind of twisted desire to control his future.

He often makes plans for the next week or even a month of life, and the arrangements for each event are clear and appropriate, although many times, Burlogo's arrangements will always be interrupted.

The pressure that is tormenting Burlog now comes from the unknown future. He doesn't know what the world will become. Burrog tries to hold on to everything, but in the end, he can't hold on to anything.

Bologo didn't know how to deal with his own thoughts, and he was stunned for a long time. When a staff member passed by, he accidentally bumped into Burlogo, which made him wake up, and he had reached the point of divergence.

Going this way is to the Field Service Department, and going to the other side is the Garden of Pillars, from which you can reach the core of the sublimation furnace.

The time to choose has come.

Bologo has made many choices, but none of them made Burlogo feel more confused than this time. Thinking about the content of all the choices, he felt that the world had become a little absurd.

Just when he was hesitating, a voice sounded.

"Bologo?"

Bologo looked in the direction of the voice, and Kemp was standing in the rush of people, looking at Burlogo in surprise.

"Camp!"

There was eager joy in Burrog's voice, which made Kemp feel a little uncomfortable for a while. It was the first time he saw Burrog so enthusiastic.

Burlog asked, "Where are you going?"

"Department of Field Services, they're in a meeting about yesterday's negotiations."

Kemp heard them say that Burlogo should be in the frontier nursing home, but he appeared here, and he still looked strange.

"Take me, I also have a lot of things to ask."

Burlog was so grateful for Kemp's sudden appearance, he brought Burlog a goal, and saved him from thinking about things that Burlog couldn't even think about.

jobs.

Busy work can reduce most of the troubles.

In the first year of work, Burlogo used such busyness to avoid inner sadness.

In the third year of work, in order to escape the complicated thoughts in his heart and not knowing what to do, he chose to throw himself into the torrent.

Following Kemp, under the strong sense of contrast, Burlogo realized that he had really walked out of that sadness, and he was also deeply aware of the changes in his life.

Unknowingly, Burlog has stepped into a new life that he never thought of.

……

Members of several action groups gathered in the stepped meeting room. The number was not large. The team members were not all present, but the team leaders were all in place. Burogo could recognize several familiar figures. There was a sixth group , the tenth group, etc., which were all involved in the action group for the first negotiation.

Not far away, Burlogo saw Jeffrey and Palmer. The special operations team was sparsely populated and placed in such a large stepped meeting room, directly diluted among the seats.

Kemp and Burlogo waved their hands, and sat in the row of seats behind Yass, Shelley was already waiting for him there, Burlogo had an impression of this girl, her hands were wrapped in circles Bandages, she was also wounded during the battle with the Wordless.

Burrog moved forward silently, and sat down beside Palmer. Palmer was still curious about who was so familiar and sat next to him, and then he realized that it was Burrog.

"Bologo!"

The sudden appearance of his partner made Palmer's voice a little louder. In the silent staircase conference room, his voice directly attracted everyone's attention.

Gazes from all directions enveloped Burlogo.

Burrog lowered his voice, "Be quiet."

"How did you come?"

Palmer heard from the doctor that Burlogo had fallen into severe aether depletion, and he should sleep for a while.

Burlogo said, "Here you come when you wake up, any questions?"

"Is this dead resistance?"

Palmer's mouth is never short of outrageous words, "Well, you came at the right time, the meeting is about to start."

"Quiet."

Another voice came from Jeffrey. In the absence of Lebius, he assumed all the responsibilities of the action team. He thanked the team for not having many members, otherwise Jeffrey could not imagine how busy it would be.

Thinking of this, Jeffrey looked at Yas with some pity. His sixth group was quite large, and then there was the person who just walked in from the door and stood behind the podium.

Gold, one of the existing defenders of the Bureau of Order, the leader of the tenth group.

At the moment, in the stepped conference room, at least half of the field staff present are from the tenth group of Gould. It is hard to imagine how he manages this group of people.

Gould coughed a few times and talked about the report on yesterday's attack.

With the work efficiency of the Bureau of Order, it is not difficult to call up all the information in this short period of time. After all, the attack itself is not that complicated.

The sudden arrival of the Wordless Legion hindered the first negotiation, the battle broke out, and the Bureau of Order went all out to meet the enemy. In the end, all the Wordless Legion died in battle, and this extraordinary conflict came to an end.

The conflict ended well. When the battle broke out, the negotiating teams of both sides did not enter the closed building. Red Dog was very restrained and did not make any outrageous moves.

It can be said that this extraordinary conflict ended with minimal loss.

Gould's speech was quick, and it wasn't until near the end of the incident that Burlog realized that Gould hadn't mentioned Nethaniel.

Nethaniel also appeared in the closed building. He killed the Wordless One of the Defender rank, but he did not appear in the report at all...

Just as Burlogo wanted to ask his question, as soon as the sign rose, he was suppressed by Burlogo himself.

Could it be that Nethaniel hid his whereabouts, what is he going to do?And that shattered alchemy shell, who is in charge of it?
Just as Burlogo fell into a new round of thinking, Gould called out Burlogo's name, and the voice lingered in the room and crashed into Burlogo's mind.

Under Gould's shout, Bologo stood up blankly, and at the same time many eyes fell on himself.

"I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you would stay in the frontier nursing home for a few more days."

Gould took a look at Bologo. Apart from the work relationship, the two had a good personal relationship because of the trip to the night, at least in Gould's view. As for Bologo, He has hardly had any contact with Gould since the event of Reality Shattering was completely resolved.

Sometimes Gould wondered if he was being sentimental.

"Bologo Lazarus!"

Gould opened his hands and cheered, "The biggest hero in this extraordinary conflict!"

Burrog couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Bologo single-handedly solved all the silent people in the closed building, and largely avoided the possibility of the situation developing in a worse direction."

Bologo was completely stunned. He did eliminate most of the Wordless, but that was not a real threat at all. On the contrary, only when there was only one person left in the Wordless Legion, their power was perfected. display.

No... not perfect, who knows how many wordless people are scattered in this world, and who knows, when they are really only one person left, what kind of power the only wordless person will gain.

This is not the work of Borrog, but of Nethaniel.

"You need merit and glory for others to recognize you."

Burrogo suddenly remembered what Nethaniel had said. He was not only hiding his whereabouts, but also pushing the credit to himself.

Just as he was about to explain, Bologo realized that he could not directly expose Nethaniel. Who knew what he was planning. Just as Bologo was hesitating, warm applause rang out and filled the stepped meeting room.

"That's amazing, partner."

Palmer tugged at Burlogo's tattered trousers, beaming with delight.

The cheers from the others continued, but Bologo's face was ashen because of the awkward atmosphere. What's worse, everyone was used to Burlogo's indifferent appearance, and no one saw his abnormality.

Burrog's mind is very chaotic. It has been chaotic since he left the frontier nursing home. Anxiety and many complicated events overlapped together. For an ordinary person, he would probably be on the verge of madness.

After the cheers, Gould talked about a lot of upcoming arrangements. After the meeting ended, the field staff disbanded on the spot.

Bologo sat on his seat and took a long breath. He enjoyed the rare peace, but then he was dragged back to the world with a greeting.

"well done."

A field worker passed by Burlogo, greeted him friendly, and then patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Amazing!"

"I've heard about it for a long time."

"As expected of the best rookie of the year!"

Greeting one after another, familiar or unfamiliar guys.

Bologo is not good at words, let alone social. After being alone for a long time, he somewhat resisted intimate physical contact. These people have stupid faces and stupid smiles, as if they have not seen each other for a long time. Like a friend, he praised Burogo.

Chest heaving, Burlogo forced himself a forced smile in response to the sudden social interaction.

Burlogo wanted to say it was like a weird celebrity meeting, but when you think about it, it's more like a ticket checkpoint where you're the hapless conductor, going over the tickets of these people and letting them leave on your shoulders. brand.

This is too bad.

Fortunately, there were not many field staff present, and the restless forced social interaction soon ended.

Burlogo was finally relieved this time, and had time to sort out his messy thoughts.

Another figure stood beside Bologo, and Bologo became irritable, but he still pretended to be friendly and raised his head. It was a familiar figure.

"How's your recovery going, Bologo."

Unlike many of the field staff who came to compliment him, he was surprised that this visitor cared about Burrog.

"Kan...Kamp?" Burrog recognized the acquaintance and nodded, "I'm fine, nothing happened."

Bologo looked down at his blackened feet, "It's just a bit embarrassing."

Kemp smiled when he saw this, and after saying hello to Burlogo, he left, but on the way away from Burlogo, the thunderous applause just now sounded repeatedly in his mind, and every beat was like It was like touching his heart, bringing bursts of pain.

"No, you shouldn't think like that, Kemp."

Kemp took a deep breath to correct his mentality, but he still couldn't help clenching his fists, hoping that the name people called just now was himself.

The gap between the two is constantly widening until it can no longer be reached.

It's dazzling, and it's also really depressing.