Endless Debt.

Chapter 98

After sorting out the paper documents from the conversation just now, Jeffrey skillfully sealed them into a file bag and stuffed them into the cabinet. Uriel will do the rest, and he just needs to arrange these things neatly.

After finishing all this, Jeffrey sat on the sofa beside him, and the office was quiet, only the sound of Lebius turning pages while reading.

"Is this what you do after get off work? Lay here and read a book?"

Jeffrey asked, he and Levius hadn't worked together for a long time, and he didn't know much about Levius' living conditions. It wasn't until the establishment of the special operations team recently that the two had contact again.

"Ah."

Lebius replied. From the perspective of others, such a reply was a bit perfunctory and indifferent, but Jeffrey knew that Lebius was like this, and he had long been used to it.

Through years of getting along, people around have a general understanding of Lebius. When Lebius can make a normal dialogue response, he is in a normal state. When he talks a lot, it means that he is in a good mood.

As for Levius when he was angry... he was usually silent when he was angry, just like a calm sea, sharks were cruising in the dark blue shadows, and they might rush out of the sea at any moment.

Therefore, few people can accurately judge Lebius' mood. He seems to have a facial paralysis, with only a monotonous face.

"Aside from work, I just read books. There is no social interaction or entertainment." Jeffrey looked towards the door next to the office. "You even live here directly."

"Are you religious, Levius?"

Lebius shook his head and continued to look at the book in front of him.

"It shouldn't be, you are as pious as an ascetic monk... The Bureau of Order should really give you an outstanding employee award." Jeffrey teased.

Lebius didn't answer, he was too dull, making people feel very boring, Jeffrey felt that only the same dull person was suitable to get along with Lebius.

Thinking about that scene, Jeffrey wanted to laugh a little. Two people who were silent, staying in the same room, except for silence, there was only silence, which was too hopeless.

The silence lasted for a while. Jeffrey wanted to talk about something with this old friend, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't know what kind of topic to start with.

Like marriage?It's almost time for Lebius to get married, urging marriage?
This idea was quickly given up by Jeffrey. There should be no such thing as marriage in the life of an ascetic monk. Study the next action?This time, it was Geoffrey who couldn't take it anymore. He finally got off work, and he didn't want to talk about work anymore.

Jeffrey had some headaches, he thought he should let it go, and was about to get up and leave, but Lebius broke the calm by opening his mouth instead.

"Jeffrey, do you still have your mask on?"

Startled, Jeffrey responded.

"Well, I still keep it, why are you asking this?"

Jeffrey used to be a member of the Field Service Department, and he also had the mask he wore during his mission. After leaving the Field Service Department, he no longer needed the mask, so he hung it on the wall of his home as a decoration Same.

"Find time to wipe it, it will be used later."

Jeffrey was silent for a few seconds, he was puzzled, "I remember, I don't need to go to the battlefield, right?"

"A commission from Yas, I wanted to tell you about it before, but I forgot, he hoped that you and I could take the king's secret sword as an insurance measure at any time, lest they turn their feint into a surprise attack."

"Wait, you and me?"

Jeffrey paid no attention to other information at all, but stared at the phrase "you and me".

He still remembered the last time he and Lebius partnered together. During the secret war, in order to resist the onslaught of the king's secret sword, the Field Service Department came out in full force.

That was the worst war Jeffrey had ever experienced, and it was also the last war he participated in.

During that tragic hundred days, both he and Lebius were seriously injured, but fortunately, both of them survived, but Lebius lost a leg, and in the following time, he sat in the car seat alone. In the office, one person was too lazy to continue to participate in the dispute, and transferred to the logistics.

This has been maintained until today.

"What do you mean? Lebius." Jeffrey looked serious.

"When necessary, you and I need to step on the battlefield again to meet the king's secret sword."

Lebius narrated calmly, as if this was just an extremely ordinary thing.

"Me...and you?"

Geoffrey wondered, then couldn't help laughing.

"Stop joking, Lebius, it's been a long time since we've used the secret power, and we've almost forgotten how to mobilize the ether. How can we go to the battlefield like this?"

"Is that so? That's a pity." Hearing this, Lebius sighed.

"Don't think about unnecessary things, you are the greatest luck to survive."

Jeffrey persuaded, turned around and was about to leave, but then the voice sounded again.

"No, my regret is that you actually wasted a lot of time, Geoffrey, are you really going to retire like this?"

Jeffrey turned his head when Lebius stood up from behind his desk.

His gaze froze, and Jeffrey was surprised to find that this time Lebius didn't use crutches or any assistive devices, and just stood up so directly.

Rebius was very satisfied with Jeffrey's astonished expression. He even took two steps, walked out from behind the desk, stood in front of Jeffrey, and straightened his back.

This guy has been sitting behind a desk for seven years, burying his head at his desk every day. Lebius' waist has been bent down by the heavy documents, but today he stood up again, or never fell down.

The weak ether was active, and Jeffrey noticed something, a little gleam glowed in his eyes, and the fluctuation of the ether became clearer, until Lebius no longer hid.

Blue lines appeared along Lebius' body surface, and at the same time, a blue figure appeared behind Lebius, holding Lebius gently with both hands, acting as his crutch.

A cold hand fell on Geoffrey's shoulder, and a rare smile appeared on Levius's always indifferent face.

"Aether...covered."

Geoffrey's voice was emotionless.

It's not that he hasn't seen sublimation masters who have mastered this kind of etheric skill, but few people can do it like Lebius.

Almost absolute shading, just like reaching the "extreme state".

It is so close and not exposed. If it wasn’t for Levius’ initiative to unfold it, Jeffrey would have to realize all of this. I don’t know how long it would take. On the battlefield, this time is enough for Jeffrey to die. Too many times.

"I've been thinking, if I could hide better, maybe I could really assassinate him."

Lebius sat on the desk, no longer feeling serious and cautious, with a sense of publicity on his body.

"But what has happened, no matter how much you justify, you can't change it, can you? Fortunately, I am still alive, and he is still alive. I still have a second chance, a chance to make up for my past mistakes."

Looking at Jeffrey with cold eyes, Lebius said calmly.

"We're running out of time, Jeffrey, in a week, can you get back into shape?"

Jeffrey was silent, and after a long time he spoke slowly.

"Phew, do you remember when we first started working together?" Jeffrey asked.

"what happened?"

"We are in the same period. Back then, you and I competed for the best new employee of the year, but it was very fierce."

Rebius remembered that and asked, "So?"

"I won in the end," Jeffrey said with a confident smile on his face, "Don't underestimate the best rookie of the year."

He stretched his muscles while talking, and Lebius was right in some places. In the past few years, Jeffrey’s living conditions are basically the same as retirement. Even though he has strong muscles, he is now covered by a thick layer. wrapped in fat.

"One week is too long, and one night is enough to get back to form."

Jeffrey pushed the door straight away, instead of going home, he went straight to the combat room.

Lebius looked at the back of the departing, time has changed, he actually has a feeling of returning to the past, everything has changed, and nothing seems to have changed.

After sitting back at his desk, he picked up Burlogo's action reports, rolled them up, stuffed them into a copper capsule, and pasted a number on them.

What no one noticed was that next to Lebius's desk, there was a pneumatic flow pipe, which was blocked by the desk and could only be seen when sitting behind the desk.

Insert the copper capsule into the air flow pipeline, the air compressor starts to operate, and after a dull sound, the transfer bottle sinks into the deepest part of the pipeline with the documents in it.

With the changes of the times, many advanced communication methods have been placed in the Bureau of Order. It stands to reason that such a backward pneumatic logistics system should be eliminated, but it has been preserved. As for the reason for keeping it, only Because this system is completely serving the mysterious "decision-making room".

There were no telephone lines, no radio communications, just cold pipes leading into the dark depths.

It is not only the command center of the Bureau of Order, but also another independent archive center. All the materials sealed in the archive room need to be backed up in the "decision room", which is what Lebius just did.

After doing all this, Lebius looked at the time, his work was over, and it was time to rest.

He trusted Jeffrey, believed that his partner would not let him down, and there was nothing to worry about.

Get up, push open the door on the other side of the office, behind this door is your bedroom.

Unscrewing the door, a bright corridor came into view.

Just like the corridor in the Bureau of Order, white and huge bricks are piled together, soft light falls from the top of the head, cold and hard lines build rationality, and move straight forward.

Lebius was silent, looking behind him, the office was no longer, replaced by an equally white wall, and piled up boulders blocked the way.

There was nothing to say, he walked forward calmly, the corridor was silent and long, Lebius was the only one along the way, the surrounding was terribly silent, except for his own footsteps and breathing, there was nothing else.

This familiar scene seems so weird now, but fortunately Lebius is used to all of this, and to the various aspects of the Bureau of Order, whether it is rational or crazy.

Finally he stopped, and at the end of the corridor, a door stood above it.

It is very ordinary, exactly the same as the door of Lebius' office. To be precise, the doors in the Bureau of Order seem to look the same, but some of the signs on it are slightly different.

For example, the sign depicting the stick and sword, and the door plate with the words "decision-making room" written on it.

Lebius took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and after waiting for a few seconds, he turned the doorknob.

(End of this chapter)