Endless Debt.

Chapter 72 Mischief

The surge of ether disappeared without a trace, just like a hallucination.

Raising his eyes and looking at his smiling old friend, Yas remembered at this moment that Lebius was the weirdest guy among them a long time ago.

Few people know what Lebius is thinking, and he seldom speaks out what is on his mind. He just hides all this in his heart and keeps brewing.

Compared with a living person, sometimes Lebius feels more like a cold iron sword.

Silent, cold, merciless, sharp and deadly.

Lebius never talks nonsense, he just puts away all his emotions, and then puts his thoughts into action, silently executing his wishes.

"What a surprise, Levius."

Yasi said quietly.

It was not the first time he had seen Lebius' alchemy matrix. What really surprised him was that he didn't notice the ethers floating beside Lebius until the phenomenon of inception appeared, as if they had been Wrapped around him, keeping the alchemy matrix burning.

This is not that the secret energy has been activated, but that it has been activated all the time, but at that moment, Lebius gave up hiding and exposed the phenomenon of inception.

"Did you really not notice it?" Lebius asked.

Yas shook his head stiffly. Seeing this, Lebius said proudly, "It seems that I have mastered the 'ether occlusion' very well. Even you from the 'Original School' have not discovered it."

Aether shaded.

This etheric technique can greatly reduce one's own etheric fluctuations and curb the phenomenon of inception, thereby releasing secret energy silently, and it is difficult for other sublimation users to detect the existence of the releaser.

"Have you always maintained this state?" Yas's voice became hoarse, "You have always maintained the secret energy, and you have maintained the 'ether shielding'."

"It's about the same. In the office, idleness is idleness. Why don't you practice these extreme skills."

Lebius smiled, but this smile looked extraordinarily deep now, like a dark and dead deep sea.

"How long have you been like this?"

"It's been a long time, and I can't remember exactly," Lebius said calmly, "It's probably been like this since I sat in the office seven years ago."

Yas was silent, and then took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm down his mood, he touched his face, his palms were full of sweat.

He felt that his voice was trembling: "Should I be glad that you are my friend?"

"Who knows?"

Lebius was very satisfied with Yas's reaction, as if it was a prank, and Lebius had been preparing for it for many years in order to trick Yas.

This trick was very successful, and it made Yas feel the fear that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Yas is not a weak person. As the person in charge of the sixth group, he has profound attainments in the "Original School". Even the two extremely difficult ether skills "Ether Silence" and "Ether Forbidden" have long been accepted. He masters.

But even in this way, he didn't know the power of Lebius at all during his daily life with Lebius.

He has been sharpening himself and making himself sharper... During these seven years, was Lebius really just training "ether shielding"?What about other etheric skills?What kind of power does Lebius possess at this moment?

Yas stopped thinking and murmured, "I'm wondering whether to pray for our enemies."

"What do you pray for them?"

"Pray they're quiet so they don't run into you, don't you?"

It was a pretty cold joke. Yas laughed a few times after he finished speaking, but the smile disappeared quickly. He looked at Lebius with a gloomy face, and muttered repeatedly in his mouth.

"Rebius... Lebius of the wolves..."

In the end Yas laughed out loud again, got up and said.

"Then I leave it to you, Lebius."

Apart from a little shock and panic, Yas's mood was unexpectedly smooth at the moment.

Pushing open the door, just about to leave, Yas turned his head and asked again.

"You didn't expose it to me on purpose, did you? You're back, Lebius of the Wolves is back."

Lebius smiled and said nothing, Yas closed the door after seeing this, and didn't ask any more questions, only vaguely heard laughter from behind the door.

After everything quieted down, Lebius still kept a smile on his face. This time he was not smirking, he was really happy.

"Return to the battlefield?"

Lebius whispered, and opened the drawer under the desk, he reached out and touched something, it was full of dust, and the uneven touch outlined a hideous face.

……

Every time after using the "Key of the Crooked Path", Bologo could feel dizzy for a while, and this time the dizziness became more intense, as if the whole person was picked up by a giant's leg and swung in the air a few laps.

Fortunately, the giant was gentle and didn't slam himself on the ground, so apart from the dizziness of consciousness, Burlogo didn't have any other strange sensations.

The strange thing is that he didn't have such a strong feeling when using the "Key of the Crooked Path" before. He covered his head and waited until his vision gradually became clear. Only then did Bologo realize that he did not appear in the "Transfer Station", but another unknown place. The place.

"vomit……"

The sound of vomiting sounded, and Palmer leaned against the wall and vomited loudly. This guy reacted more violently than Burlogo. After vomiting twice, his eyes were dull, and then he bent his body again and vomited loudly.

"How are you all? This is how you use the 'Key of the Crooked Path' many times in a short period of time. It's a normal reaction, so don't worry."

Jeffrey's voice sounded, he didn't have much reaction, but his face turned pale.

"Ah...I feel like my intestines are twisted together," Palmer said weakly. He took two steps, staggered, lost his balance and fell to the ground fiercely, "Am I going to die?"

"No, you're just a little motion sick."

Burlogo reached out and pulled Palmer up.

"Motion sickness? Then I won't be able to ride in the future?" Palmer said in a daze.

"I don't know about riding a bicycle, but what is certain is that your mind is more or less dizzy."

"Huh? Very good, very good, and I can still ride a bike."

Burlogo had a complicated expression. From the very beginning, he shouldn't care about a bastard like Palmer.

"Where are we now, Geoffrey?" Bologo asked.

"Go ahead and you'll know, by the way, Palmer will remember to clean up your vomit later," Jeffrey instructed, "This is not the territory of the Order Bureau, those guys are moody, maybe they will leave you here Be a server."

"Huh? You don't need a waiter to ride a bike."

Palmer put a hand on Burrogo's shoulder, the guy still in his head.

"Forget it, leave him alone."

Seeing this, Jeffrey felt helpless, turned around and walked forward.

There is a dark wooden floor under your feet, and the surroundings are quiet. You can faintly hear some singing, but the sound is too weak to distinguish.

Bologo sniffed it, and there was a clear smell of wine everywhere, but apart from the smell of wine, there was an old smell of dust and a little rancid smell, as if a mouse had died in a corner, the corpse decayed, and the Infested with maggots.

"Wine cellar? It's always like this here, maybe the 'door' will open somewhere."

Jeffrey looked around. Countless oak wine barrels were lined up on both sides, and the aroma of wine came from them. There was also an iron nameplate on the barrels, which recorded the time of storage.

Burrog glanced briefly. The time marked on it was at least several decades ago, and there were rows of wine racks not far away, full of wine bottles.

"Good stuff!"

The silly Palmer suddenly woke up when he smelled the aroma of wine, and lay down beside the wine barrel, looking at these dusty treasures.

"Good stuff. You can't drink these things in the Bureau of Order. The taste is so delicious. What kind of alchemy material is added? It's really luxurious, I like it."

"Are these wines expensive?" Burrog didn't understand.

"Of course, at least I can't drink it with my current salary...but I didn't drink less when I was at home," Palmer talked about his glorious past. "My room has a secret passage, which leads directly to the wine cellar. I was sort of 'drink free' for a long time, until the old men found out about the secret passage."

"Damn old men."

Talking about this, Palmer didn't forget to curse his elders, and after cursing, he looked happy again.

"No, I must get some. I haven't drank for a long time, and my mouth is pale!"

Burrog was already used to Palmer like this, but seeing his shining eyes, Burrog remembered Palmer's other identity, the heir of the Krex family.

Clarks house.

The Extraordinary family occupying the high ground of Fengyuan, one of the founders of the Bureau of Order, possesses huge wealth and power, as well as mysterious extraordinary power, and Palmer is the designated heir of this extraordinary family.

Palmer was no longer born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he was born with a philosopher's stone in his mouth. From childhood to adulthood, everything about him was arranged by the family in an extremely meticulous manner. After organizing all this and writing it down, the title of the book can be It was directly named "The Life of a Successful Man".

As for the extravagant accessories, expensive drinks... All these are just a part of life for Palmer, and there is nothing to pay attention to at all, just like the canned beer and second-hand records that Burlogo drinks every day...

Comparing Burlog with Palmer, calling Burlog a dirt dog is flattering Burlog.

The shining star of the extraordinary world, the designated heir of the Crakes family, Palmer Crakes who has been blessed with honor and power, such a person should be as noble, elegant, and mysterious as in the story, just like Duan Bu known legends.

But he just threw up like a dog with food poisoning.

"Palmer, what's going wrong with your life..."

Burrog looked at Palmer who was looking for a cup everywhere, talking to himself in his heart.

"Yo! Geoffrey Kaga!"

A passionate shout sounded, followed the sound, there was an extra person on the long ladder of the wine cellar at some point, he was wearing a noble black dress, just like the nobles a hundred years ago, his handsome face was very Pale and lacking in color.

He looked at Bologo, and the eyes of the two collided, and a pair of red pupils were reflected in Bologo's eyes.

That touch of red is so pure, so bright, as if fresh blood has coagulated in the pupils of the eyes.

"Is this Mr. Borogo Lazarus?"

the man asked.

"Yes, Borogo Lazarus."

Geoffrey patted Burlogo on the shoulder, then pointed to Palmer, who was frozen still.

From the moment he saw the man, Palmer's expression became serious, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but his gesture of crouching beside the wine barrel, ready to turn on the tap and take the wine with his mouth, was really a bit funny.

"This is his partner, Palmer Clakes, and I have to get in touch with him later, so I brought him along, hoping there will be no problem."

"No problem, I like new friends, not to mention the Krex boys," the man smiled at Palmer. "How are those old men in your family? They're not dead."

"Well, your body is very strong, and you can still chase me up to now," Palmer responded, taking a deep breath and trying to relax himself, "Other undead... I should have thought of it a long time ago, there must be some undead among the undead." A member of the 'Villeris House'."

"You know me?" the man asked when he heard the Villelis house.

"I don't know them, but I recognize those eyes."

As early as when Palmer was a child, he had seen these ominous eyes in the family books, touched the scars left by the Villelis family on the bodies of those smelly old men.

"Oh? Is that so? I've never liked my eyes, so don't worry too much. I'm not like the Villeris family... although my surname is Villeris."

The man's smile became more cordial, and he opened his hands and said loudly.

"You may call me Cerre Villeris."

"Then……"

He stepped aside and made an invitation gesture.

"Welcome, all new friends, to the 'Undead Club'."

(End of this chapter)