"How long will you be busy?"

A familiar voice came from outside the house, and Boluogo looked back. Through the gap in the door, warm light poured in, and he could vaguely see a figure walking slowly past.

The other party didn't care about her image at all. Maybe she had been restrained by this perfect image for too long today. She was eager to get rid of the restraint. After letting out a happy moan, she fell down on the soft sofa.

It purred like a cat taking a nap.

Boluogo turned back and focused on the documents on the desktop. His voice was raised a few degrees to ensure that it could pass through the walls and doors and reach the other party.

"There are only a few pages left, it's over after reading it."

Borlogo flipped through the documents carefully. Although today was an extremely important day, out of a professional's inexplicable sense of responsibility, which was like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, Borlogo still took some time to process these documents.

In the toilet, in the deserted corner of the corridor, in the interval between the emcee and the host, in the free time of carnival...

Boluogo felt like a thief, secretly flipping through these ordinary words, and under this strange pressure, he actually felt a strange sense of joy.

He felt that maybe there were too many things that happened today, which caused some problems with his nerves, which led to this inexplicable misjudgment.

Throwing away these messy thoughts, Boluogo focused on the words on the document.

The first thing that caught my eye was the information about the Kogadel Empire, but to be more precise, it should be called the old Kogadel Empire now.

Some time ago, the dilapidated Kogadel Empire officially announced its disintegration. After countless disasters, this behemoth finally fell, but its corpse still stands on the earth, and its remaining culture and influence remain in the world.

Echoing, like a broken remnant soul, wandering in the world.

Bologg attended the dissolution ceremony as the Supreme, but he only appeared as a mascot. Bologg was not good at politics, and he was too lazy to waste his energy on the quarrels between politicians.

Professional things must be done by professional people, and the same is true for the disintegration of the Kogadel Empire and the establishment of a new order.

Political and economic matters were basically taken care of by the Rhenish Alliance, while Bologger led the Bureau of Order and conducted a series of records and integration of the extraordinary forces remaining in the old Kogadel Empire.

Just like when the Bureau of Order was established, the Bureau of Order respects the wishes of these extraordinary forces who are still alive.

Turning to the next page, Bologo became attentive. The events of the old Kogadel Empire were just a boring movie for Bologo. He was tired of it all. The next information was Bologg's story.

Luo Go has been waiting for a long time.

Boluogo read the delightful lines.

The Bureau of Order's exploration of the ethereal world is still continuing, and the exploration of the end world Aurora is progressing as planned. Currently, with the assistance of the sublimation furnace core, several probes have been sent towards the coordinates of Aurora, and it is expected that more probes will be launched.

After a period of time, information can be sent back and the veil of this mysterious world can be revealed a little bit.

Closing the document, Boluogo raised his head and closed his eyes.

He was looking forward to that mysterious world and all the things that existed in the new world, whether good or bad.

Attracted by this goal, Boluogo often feels that the world he lives in, the current material world, has become pale and boring.

The feeling of alienation from the world slightly bothered Bologg for a few days, but soon, these troubles were gone, and there was only a deeper connection between Bologg and the world.

Thinking of this, Boluogo put the documents in the drawer, stood up, moved his stiff body, and then rubbed his face vigorously, trying to make the cold and numb nerves soft and warm again.

"oh?"

Boluogo lowered his head. He was so focused on his work that he didn't realize that he hadn't changed his clothes yet.

Wearing a black formal suit and a tie around his neck, he looked extremely solemn and solemn, as if he was going to an important occasion.

Bologg's appearance is almost the same as usual. As a guy who cares about his image, Bologg always dresses up whether he is going to a bar, going to work, or carrying a knife to kill.

Extremely decent.

But friends who are familiar with Boluogo can tell that he is different from ordinary people from some of Boluogo's details.

In ordinary times, no matter how serious and serious Boluogo dressed up, he still looked like a mourner, as if he was going to someone's funeral, and the time was very tight. He looked anxious, as if he was attending this person's funeral.

After the unfortunate man's funeral, he had to attend the next one.

Under the serious black, Boluogo carries a sense of gloom and chill that is difficult to resolve.

But this time it was different. There was a slight smile on Boluogo's face, and his whole body was extremely relaxed, like a loosened bow string, soft and light.

After untying his tie and hanging it to the side, taking off his coat and hanging it on the back of the chair, Bologna pushed open the ajar door and walked out of the study.

Pausing for a moment at the door, Boluogo glanced around. Everything still looked familiar.

There are still some differences.

After some "public-for-private" operations, Bologo bought the apartment he had lived in for many years...not just this one, but the entire building.

Burlogo did not fill up the entire building with his own room, as Palmer had said, and sleep in one room every day, not the same for a week.

On the basis of the original apartment, Boluogo opened up several walls and expanded the area of ​​the apartment several times. After subsequent secondary decoration, it can be said that this place is completely a small palace hidden in the building.

But even if it can be called a small palace, the scope of activities of Boluogo is still the original part of the apartment, and it still remains the same, just like in the memory. The only difference is that originally Palmer

The bedroom was converted into a study by Boluogo, which is where he just worked.

As for Palmer, after his wedding to Vosilin was held in Morrowind Stronghold a month ago, Palmer moved out.

He said he moved out...

Bologg lowered his head and glanced at the ground beneath his feet. Bologg could clearly feel several weak ether reactions coming from the first floor.

Palmer moved downstairs to live with Vosilin. In theory, he was still Boluogo's roommate, but the scope of the shared apartment changed from a normal apartment to an entire building. He could usually say hello.

You need to shout.

Not bad, Boluogo is still with his friends, but there is some appropriate distance between them, and more importantly, they all have their own lives.

"Speaking of which, I thought you would return to Morrowind Stronghold. The environment there is much better than this."

During today's dinner, Boluogo was still talking to Palmer about this.

"Never."

"What's wrong?" Bologg asked again, "Didn't the relationship between you and Vonn ease? Why are you still unwilling to go home?"

"This has nothing to do with rapprochement."

Palmer put on a melancholy look and explained patiently, "My dad and I are only suitable to be friends, not father and son."

"ha?"

"We can still miss each other even if we don't meet each other normally, and we can chat happily if we meet once in a while. But once he and I are in the same space for more than a week, we start to dislike each other.

That’s when trouble broke out.”

"It's like a male lion suddenly appeared in a pride of lions... Maybe everyone is not fighting for the distribution rights of the lioness, but they simply don't like each other."

Palmer shook the wine glass and said, "So distance creates beauty."

After saying that, Palmer smiled sincerely, patted Boluogo on the shoulder hard, and whispered.

"Don't think about these boring things, Boluogo, it's time to enjoy your wedding."

Wedding, yes, wedding...

Boluogo blinked. It was clear that he had not consumed much alcohol today, and as the Supreme Being, he could not be easily affected by alcohol. However, he still felt a little hazy, like a dream.

, everything now has an unreal feeling.

"Are you in a daze?"

The voice broke into Boluogo's mind. Boluogo turned his head and saw Aimu lying lazily on the sofa and sticking his head out.

Although Aimu looked tired, she still had a slight smile on her lips. She had taken off her heavy and troublesome wedding dress, revealing a light and close-fitting skirt. In order to make herself more comfortable, she opened her back

zipper, the skirt is half hanging on her body.

The high heels were casually taken off to the side, and her hair was simply tied up. Aimu turned over. In order to maintain her dignity today, she felt like she was wearing a heavy set of shackles, and her whole body ached.

Fortunately, this tedious etiquette was finally over, and I was spared. I fell on the sofa, my consciousness hovering between wakefulness and deep sleep.

"I...I kind of..."

Burlogo belatedly responded that he was indeed a little sluggish, like a slow-responsive child.

He's not usually like this.

Borogo sat down next to Aimu. He tried to accept the softness of the sofa, but his body was still inexplicably straightened, and all the muscles in his body were tense together, like a stiff corpse, with blood coagulated in his body.

Unable to move.

The sound of gentle breathing sounded beside Boluogo. Aimu changed his posture, took out the remote control from the gap in the sofa, and turned on the TV.

A few seconds later, a slightly noisy voice broke the tranquility, and colorful shimmering lights were projected from the screen and fell on Boluogo's body.

Boluogo relaxed a lot. He accepted the tranquility, and just like before, he fell down lightly, raised his feet, and rested on the coffee table in front of him.

Under the glass layer of the coffee table, there is still the war sand table brought by Boluogo, but now what is depicted in it is no longer the sand table of the Fall of the Holy City, but a miniature model of the Oath City Opos.

.

This was done by Boluogo himself. With the world's top control power, he would often play with many small objects and carefully carve them into extremely exquisite miniature models.

This made Bologg very relaxed and gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Although the living room still remains the same, with Palmer moving away, there are still many familiar things missing. But apart from that, Bologo can still see many familiar traces, which makes him feel reassured.

Aimu squinted his eyes and looked at the programs on the TV. Boluogo felt that the atmosphere was a little too quiet, so he tried to bring up the topic.
To be continued...