Endless Debt.

Chapter 78 Surpassing the Beast of Destiny
"This 'Key of the Crooked Path' leads directly to here, and you can use it to come here at any time."

Thurley told Burlogo some things he needed to know in the club of the undead.

"This is the club's handbook, which contains some regulations... Anyway, just take a look at it casually. After hundreds of years, we have only a few members, so you don't need to pay too much attention to the rules."

A yellowed booklet was stuffed into Bologo's hands, and he flipped through it briefly. It was full of traces of time. Bologo guessed that it should have been printed a long time ago, but after so long, Threi still The printed brochures have not been distributed.

"We have signed agreements with multiple organizations. The Undead Club is a neutral organization. We will not participate in any disputes, but this rule will not bind you. It only binds those of us who choose to 'retire'. Just the dead."

Serley really looked like he was retired, he didn't seem to have to do anything other than finding ways to pass the boredom every day.

Bologo didn't ask much. When talking about the Villelis's house, he was very curious, since everyone else has been liquidated, why Serley can still drink and have fun here with a happy face.

Presumably it was those agreements, the transaction of interests, that allowed Seri to escape the liquidation.

"You are now a member of the Bureau of Order, and the Bureau of Order is now our landlord," Serley said, "In order to let the landlord reduce the rent, you can also come here when you are in danger, and enter the undead The club is our territory, and we still have the right to defend ourselves in the agreement area."

Cerley looked like a big brother, full of confidence.

"In the land of Opals, as long as you enter the Undead Club, no one will dare to touch you...except our dear landlord, the Bureau of Order."

"So the Undead Club is in Opals?"

It was only after Burlogo realized this that the entire club was airtight and it was difficult to observe the outside world.

"Yes, in Lingna District, it's only three streets away from the Bureau of Order," Serley said with a sad face, "I actually want to live further away."

"You goddamn idlers can make a fuss, just three blocks away, out of sight, out of mind, and when you mess up, we can kick down the door of the club and drag you out in five minutes , take you to sunbathe."

Geoffrey complained that these undead may have been extremely evil, but at least they are not bad now, and some of the troubles they have caused are full of ridiculous things, just like a group of bear children who are hundreds of years old.

"Opals...why is Opals again?"

Bologo asked suspiciously, he had an uneasy premonition that this city was like a whirlpool, dragging all the demons and ghosts in this world here.

"Because this is a neutral city, a city of chaos and madness. It does not belong to the Rhine League or the Kogadel Empire. Countless people are vying for this city, as if this city is a treasure in the world."

Talking about this, Threi became excited, he praised Opals, it was simply the holy city in his heart.

"Only in this chaotic place can we undead have a place, and such a city will never be boring, and strange things happen every day."

Thurley cheered towards Bologo, "For example, this new friend! You can't meet these things in the backcountry!"

Wei'er also cheered, and the joyful singing kept rising.

"Anyway, I look forward to our next meeting, Borogo Lazarus."

The scarlet eyes stared at Burlogo, his face was full of expectation, "I look forward to the new story you bring."

"See you next time, then," Borrogo said to Thurley, kicking Palmer a few times. "Wake up, Palmer!"

There were bursts of sobs, and Palmer opened his bloodshot eyes and murmured, "I dreamed that I fell into an ocean full of alcohol."

"Yes, you almost drowned."

As Bologo said, he walked towards the gate. There was a short corridor behind the gate. Only by opening the door at the end of the corridor could he reach the outside world.This was specially designed by Serley.

Palmer staggered to his feet and tried to reach out to support Burlog, but Burlog relentlessly avoided him.

"Why do I have a strange smell?"

Palmer sniffed, and an indescribable smell surrounded him.

"I don't think you want to know."

The damn beagle ran through his head, Burrog said, shaking his head.

Just as he was about to open the door, Burlogo remembered another matter, hesitated for a few seconds, and couldn't help but ask.

"Therey, I have another thing to ask you."

"What? I know everything about good brothers."

This seems to be a difficult question to ask, but this curiosity has been hovering in Burlogo's heart for too long, and it is also the dilemma he is currently encountering.

"You undead...are you all so rich?"

In the welcome party just now, the wine that Seri spilled should be almost worth the salary of Bologo for a year, but in Seri's view, such things seem to be just routine, not to mention that this club, With those gorgeous interiors inside, it looks like a very expensive work of art...

Threi was stunned. He probably never thought that Bologo would actually ask this question. He scratched his head, thought for a while, and then opened his mouth slowly.

"Bologo, think about it carefully, even if you are a brick mover and started moving bricks hundreds of years ago, you should be a rich man by now."

"So you still have to work a little bit?"

"Otherwise? It's a civilized society now, and it's not an era where you follow the lord to snatch it!"

Threi showed some sympathy, "I can only say that you were born in the wrong era. If I knew you hundreds of years ago, I would definitely take you to plunder."

Bologo waved his hand vigorously and pushed the door open. He just wanted to get out of this ghost place quickly.

"Yo! Cerley, see you next time!"

Before leaving, Palmer did not forget to say hello to Thurley.

"Where's your Krex feud, Palmer?" Burrog asked.

"Ah? In fact, it's not that much hatred. After the Daybreak War, our Krex family made a fortune from them, which is very cost-effective," Palmer replied, "Of course, if the stinky old men know, I was very close to the Villelis family, and they must be very angry."

"Sometimes the enemy of an enemy is a friend. If it can make those old men feel uncomfortable, I don't mind calling Thurey a brother."

Burlogo has a new understanding of Palmer's complicated family situation.

"So this damn place...is it really called the Undead Club?"

In the dark alley, Bologo looked at the gate he had just left. The solid wooden gate was closed tightly, and a neon signboard was hung on it. The signboard said "Undead Club" crookedly.

"Yeah, they're only open late at night, and they're closed during the day, so we'll have to use the crooked key to get in," Jeffrey said.

"Can't you just knock on the door and come in?" Burlogo asked.

"I haven't tried it. Usually when we come during the day, we would break in and find a way to drag the damn Threi to the street... Don't worry, this guy was one of the lords of the Night Clan before, and the Night King was his father. Simple Basking in the sun will not burn him to death, and it will also help his blood circulation."

"what?"

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"I feel bored again."

Serley lay flat on the bar, looking at the glass hanging upside down above his head, and whining endlessly.

Wei'er jumped onto Seri's chest and sat cross-legged, staring at Seri with her blue eyes.

"Wow, Wei'er, are you fat again? I feel like I have a shot put on my chest." Selei said.

"You're not telling the truth, Thurley."

Wei'er ignored Seri's bad words. After a hundred years of getting along, it knew how to communicate with Seri.

"No, I'm telling the truth!"

Cerley raised his hands in surrender. He knew how sharp Weier's claws were.

"Then you are hiding something, right? You didn't lie, but you didn't tell the whole truth." Wei Er said.

The smile on Serrey's face disappeared, and turned into a cold mask. He picked up the back of Wei'er's neck with one hand, put it aside, jumped off the bar, and opened a bottle casually. Wine, pour yourself.

"Ver, you are always so perceptive," said Threi.

"If my mind is not sharp, how can I deal with you men?" Weier inserted her tail into Thurley's wine glass and stirred it unceremoniously.

"It's worthy of the name of a witch!"

"Just pretend you're complimenting me."

Wei'er pushed down the wine glass with one paw, and the wine spilled all over the floor, and it pressed forward step by step.

"What's going on? Thurley."

There was helplessness on Thorey's face, he was hesitating, and then sighed deeply.

"Wei'er, you should also be aware of it? The purpose of the devils, they are affecting this world, I don't know what they are doing all this for, but what is certain is that this world is like a chessboard, we Just poor chess pieces, being pushed around by them."

Glancing at the wine glass pushed down by Weier, Selei laughed miserably.

"Sometimes they might really have no purpose and just do it for fun.

But think about it carefully, Wei Er, think about it carefully, there are differences between the chess pieces on the chessboard, some are humble 'pawns', while others are honorable 'queen'.

Different chess pieces have different effects on the chess game.

Like us Villelis family, the blood-stained night folk, I guess we are the 'queen' on the chessboard, we almost created an empire of eternal night. "

"What are you trying to say?" Will asked.

"Each debtor is a different pawn to the devil, and has different impacts on the world, so now look at Burlogo and his almost perfect 'resurrection'.

I don't know exactly what the devil wants Bologo to do, but what is certain is that Bologo's impact on this world must be greater than you, than me, the Villeris family, and every debtor. The impact will be huge, and even completely change the world. "

Thrai felt a deep chill coming from all directions, almost freezing his blood, although his blood was already cold.

"Sometimes it's not what you lose that you gain, and sometimes it's not because you get a powerful 'gift' that you affect the world."

His voice softened, as if speaking of a spell that should have been forgotten.

"Because he will completely rewrite the world, he was given a powerful 'gift'."

Wei'er's hair stood on end, and her cat's ears lowered, "You...why didn't you tell Burlogo about this."

"Because these devils are having fun, and you don't want to be spoiled when you are having fun."

As Selei spoke, he raised his finger and put it on his lips.

"Shh, Wei'er, we finally 'retired' and got rid of the entanglement of the devil. All we have to do is drink and have fun here until the end of time."

Se Lei poured himself a large glass of wine, the alcohol entered his throat, but it was hard to shake the already numb nerves, he narrowed his eyes, as if recalling the past.

"I sometimes think of my goddamn dad, when I could always see him at the crack of dawn, standing on the balcony, greeted by the first rays of the morning sun, waiting for the sun to burn almost to death , he crawled back into the shadows in embarrassment... I guess he wanted to commit suicide and end this immortal fate, but he was a coward, tried thousands of times, and finally crawled back into the shadows like a dog."

The woman's burning face flashed before her eyes, and Thrai's face was expressionless.

"I tried it too... Should I say that it is his son? I am as cowardly as him, crawling back into the darkness like a dog."

Wei'er listened quietly, the undead seldom talked about their past, it was all stories that should be forgotten.

"My daddy told me the other day, he said that when a man dies, he doesn't die, escapes the scythe of fate, then he is no longer a man.

But monsters. "

Thrai spoke viciously, as if cursing something.

"Fate has doomed us to death, and anyone who escapes is a monster.

A monster beyond fate. "

(End of this chapter)