Endless Debt.

Chapter 712 A Beautiful World
"what!"

A sharp howl broke the tranquility of the morning. Palmer woke up like a nightmare. The smell of alcohol from last night lingered on his body. He covered his chest with the quilt and curled up in the corner of the bed.

Alcohol that had not yet been metabolized filled the blood vessels, and Palmer's vision was blurred by the headache caused by the hangover. He could hear his heart beating violently, breathing heavily as if lacking oxygen.

Palmer is thankful that he is a believer. As a person who is on the road to the extraordinary, people who are loved by the ether are always more solid than ordinary people, and have largely avoided sudden death from shock.

"you you……"

Palmer swallowed, and pointed to the guy standing at the door. This inexplicable unfolding was so impactful that he couldn't say a word for a while.

"Me? What's wrong with me?"

Burrog pointed to himself, glanced at the time, and then at the frightened Palmer, he said, "Get dressed, Jeffrey is calling us, he doesn't want us to be late."

"It's a very important matter," Bologo deduced self-consciously, "it should be related to the next negotiation. The king's secret sword has not left during this period of time."

Palmer didn't hear Burlogo's words at all, and he was so nervous that he died.

You know, Bologo is a person who respects Palmer's privacy very much. Although Palmer often throws his personal belongings in the living room, Burlogo usually pretends not to see it.

As for Palmer's room, Burlogo had never broken in without permission. He would knock on the door very politely every time and wait patiently for Palmer. But this time, Burlogo broke in directly. What's more terrible is that Burlogo's face is terrible at the moment.

As if he had gone through a great battle, and also seemed to have experienced several days and nights of fatigue, Bologo's expression looked a little decadent and tired, and his energy and energy were much weaker, but his pupils were still full of energy. Shows that he hasn't fallen yet.

For an ordinary person, this gesture would not make Palmer so excited. The main reason is that when Burlogo is silent and staring at you silently, his out-of-focus eyes always make people shudder.

Palmer got up sleepily, and the drunkenness had not yet dissipated, when he suddenly saw such a decadent perverted murderer standing in front of his bed, all kinds of bad endings flowed through Palmer's cerebral cortex in an instant.

"Wait a minute, when did you come back?"

Palmer suppressed his excited heartbeat and spoke incoherently.

Bologo's promotion ceremony ended in a hurry. Several people stayed in the Undead Club until late at night, and they left without waiting for news from Bologo.

Palmer thought that Burlog would disappear for a while, but it seemed that Burlog returned that night.

"A few hours ago?" Bologo thought for a while, "It wasn't long before I came back, and I received the news."

"Also... that is to say, you are the negative person?"

"uh-huh."

Burrog's body burst out with a brief etheric glow, an etheric reaction belonging to the position of the power-holder, and plowed across Palmer's cheek at close range.

Palmer was in a daze, and murmured, "Is that how you got promoted?"

"Yeah, what do you think will happen?"

Palmer gradually woke up from the hangover, and said with a complicated expression, "You have to know that many people will not be able to be promoted to the negative in their entire lives."

"Is it limited by the capacity and talent of the soul?" Bologo said a little arrogantly, "I don't feel anything, and I'm not them."

"I am the savior, the savior I believe to be."

Boluoge affirmed himself in his heart, holding on to the banner that was blowing with the wind.

Looking at Burlog's calm expression, Palmer couldn't help sighing, Burlog is really calm, can't even being promoted to a negative person cause him the slightest joy?And the promotion was so ordinary, as if Burlogo had just gone out to find second-hand goods.

Palmer didn't know about the exploration of the etheric world, let alone the conversations with the astronauts after Bologo, and the real name of King Solomon that he told Mamo...

Within a few hours, Bologo experienced one extremely important event after another, knowing the broken fragments of the mysteries of the past years. In Bologo's view, any one of them is more important than promoting the power bearer.

In contrast, Bologo was naturally not the slightest bit excited about his promotion, and his nerves were temporarily numb under the continuous impact.

"How long are you going to lie down?"

Burrogo was a little tired, and his voice was unexpectedly cold, which passed into Palmer's ears, making him get goosebumps.

"Ah... this... this..."

Palmer seemed a little hesitant, Bologo narrowed his eyes, he took a step forward, and was about to lift Palmer's quilt and force him out of the room, when Palmer screamed again.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

"Go to work!"

Burrogo grabbed the comforter and Palmer screamed from under the comforter, revealing a large pink throw pillow.

There was a few seconds of silence between the two.

"This... this is what Woxilin gave me," Palmer twitched, "to be with me or something..."

Burlogo could somewhat understand the interaction between the couple, and gave each other something as some kind of spiritual sustenance.

But that didn't stop Burlogo from dragging Palmer to work.

"wait a minute!"

"What are you waiting for! Haven't had enough sleep yet!"

Burlogo has had enough of Palmer's rejection.

"That... I don't have any clothes on..."

"what?"

Burrog froze.

Palmer covered his body with the quilt, and dragged the pillow back into the bed. Palmer had this sleeping habit very early on and developed it since he was a child.

The palms were released and retracted stiffly, and Burlogo stared at Palmer, who looked away in shame.

The two fell into an eerie silence, and a few seconds later, Palmer howled uncontrollably.

"This is my room, I can do whatever I want!"

Palmer seemed to be trying to prove something.

"Ah."

Burrog nodded, his face expressionless.

"Hurry up," Burlogo closed the door, "I'll wait for you for a while."

"No! Burrog!"

Palmer wanted to catch up. He felt that Burlogo seemed to have misunderstood something, but when he leaned out, he found that he was not wearing any clothes at all.

"Fuck!" Palmer swore, "You knocked before!"

"I've been knocking for a long time. Obviously, you are a little drunk."

Burrog recalled the completely reversed relationship between Palmer and Woxilin, and he felt that Palmer's appearance was quite in line with his position in the relationship.

"Help!"

There was a wail from Palmer in the room. He decided to lock the door and sleep in the future, but he thought that the fragile wooden door could not block anything, it was useless, and it was just a psychological comfort.

Bologo sat on the sofa, listening to Palmer's scolding in the room, his tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and finally burst out laughing because of Palmer's stupid look .

"My God, Palmer."

Bologo let out a burst of sighs. At the last second, he was still immersed in great responsibilities and obligations, and felt that he was an ascetic monk and a devotee with all kinds of secrets.

But as this absurd scene unfolded in the early morning, Burlogo was inadvertently pulled back into the mortal world by Palmer.

"What the hell am I worrying about?"

Burrog leaned back and laughed to himself. At this moment, Palmer came out with his pants up. Seeing Burrog's appearance, he continued to yell.

"You're still laughing! Still laughing!"

The louder Palmer yelled, the more Burlogo couldn't control his expression. He knew why Vorcelyn liked Palmer. Few people could refuse such a fool. There seemed to be no dark side in his life. .

"Nothing, nothing," Burrog waved his hand, "We should go."

"Speaking of which, you are now a power loser, why don't you celebrate?" Palmer put on his belt and shirt.

Burlogo said, "Didn't you celebrate last night?"

"But you're not there!"

"Anyway, you're just looking for a reason to have a drink. Does it make any difference if I'm here?"

Palmer stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at Bologo. Bologo realized the negligence in his words. Celebration was only second. What Palmer and the others really wanted was to spend time with themselves. happy hour.

Just as Burlogo was about to say something, Palmer beamed and said, "If you're here, we have another reason to indulge in a drink, don't we?"

"what?"

"It will be held again!"

Burrog held back what he was about to say, deflated, and shook his head in distress while laughing.

"I will cherish this friendship, Palmer."

Burlog said sincerely.

Palmer, who was bending over to put on his shoes, straightened up abruptly, his face full of astonishment, and his eyes were full of complexity.

"What's wrong with you?"

Palmer looked at Burlogo, wondering if his promotion had messed his head.

Burlogo rarely spoke such soft and warm words, and the words he most often said to Palmer were "kill him", "kill the enemy on the side" and so on.

Palmer became vigilant for a moment, and then thought of what happened in the bedroom and Amy's distress.

Palmer shielded his chest.

"No, Bologo, no, we're partners, aren't we?"

The more Palmer talked, the more he felt that something was wrong. This bastard had just been promoted to a negative person, so even if he used force, he couldn't defeat him.There's something wrong with Palmer's brain, that's admittedly.

"Huh?" Burrog frowned. "Are you nervous?"

"You're crazy!"

Palmer thought it wasn't just him who was drinking too much, but Burlogo too.

Until he walked on the street, Palmer still couldn't let go of his hanging heart. He could clearly feel the difference in Burlogo, and he became a little...unexpectedly happy.

This kind of happiness does not come from the happiness of promotion, but something that Palmer can't explain clearly.

Palmer couldn't help asking, "What are you happy about?"

"Everything."

"what is that?"

"This world."

After several rounds of conversations, Bologo's mood improved a lot. As everyone said, he needs some time, he needs to talk to his friends, and he needs to have a closer connection with the world so as not to lose touch with it.

To love the world.

"It's a beautiful world, don't you think?" said Burlogo.

"Beautiful? Are you serious?"

Before Palmer could finish speaking, the piercing siren sounded, and then a car rushed out of the street and crashed directly into the street lamp. After a while, the siren sounded and chased after him slowly, and the police surrounded the robbers , They confronted each other with guns.

Looking far away, Palmer saw the thick fog gushing out of the big rift. He shook his head, "This world is indeed beautiful, but this city, some parts of this city, I don't think it is beautiful."

Putting away his playful attitude, Palmer became serious, "What job do you think Jeffrey will give us?"

"I guess it belongs to the servant Wang Dunwei."

Bologo analyzed, "The King's Secret Sword is always external pressure, it can serve the king's shield guards, and those who are speechless, they are threats that exist in the city of oath, Opus..."

"The Great Rift?" Palmer vaguely guessed, "Do you think Geoffrey will send us to the Great Rift to deal with them?"

"It's impossible to solve it, but it must be related to the detection of intelligence," Bologo went on to say, "It's the land of the devil. Only debtors like you and me can see the way forward in the fog."

Palmer murmured, "Sounds bad."

"Thinking about it, now I am the one who loses power," Bologo maintained that confidence, "Now the ordinary enemy is no longer our opponent."

"That's the problem!"

Palmer's voice rose, and he added tremblingly, "Have we met any ordinary opponents?"

"..."

Burrog warned earnestly, "Don't be crowed."

"You also know that my gift is uncontrollable, I try my best..." Palmer nodded in agreement.

The two arrived at a stepped conference room in the reclamation room not long after. Some people had already come here earlier, whispering, and Bologo thought this would be a separate operation of the special operations team, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case.

Fortunately, the people present were all familiar faces, and Burlogo speculated that this should be a joint operation between different action groups.

"Okay, everyone is here."

Jeffrey counted the personnel, and the others took their seats one after another.

There were not many people present, except for Burlogo and Palmer, Hart, Kemp, Shelley, and Church, a total of six of them.

Boluoge didn't see Aimiao. Aimiao should have been assigned to Mamo's subordinates. These scholars should seize the time to study the information brought out by Boluoge.

Palmer greeted several others, especially after seeing Church, his former partner, Palmer seemed even more excited, and vaguely heard him asking about Church and Afia's follow-up.

Bologo relaxed, but then a strange rhythm of footsteps aroused his vigilance. The sound came from outside the door to inside the door, and a person he hadn't seen for a long time appeared in front of him.

"Are you all ready?"

Lebius, who had been missing for a long time, reappeared, and he glanced at the crowd with fiery eyes.

(End of this chapter)