Within the Bureau of Order, Nethaniel does not have a fixed office. If he has a place to stay, it is the mysterious and dark summons room. For most employees, the summons room is as mysterious as the decision-making room, except for the very few.
Except for the few people who can be summoned by Nethaniel, few people know that there is such a place in the Bureau of Order.
Boluogo is one of these very few people, and under Nathaniel's abuse of power, it is more like Nathaniel's private cabin than a summons room.
However, after Bologg was promoted to the Glorious One, when checking his change of power, Bologg unexpectedly discovered that he also had the ability to reach the summons room. In a sense, he was just like Nathaniel.
The same level.
Boluogo wasn't sure if this was a hint, but he was under too much pressure at work recently, and he rarely thought about it. He just moved forward slowly along his original plan.
He originally thought that Nethaniel would be waiting for him in the summoning room, but as soon as Boluogo left the Scholars Hall, he met Nethaniel at the corner of the corridor who was resting against the wall.
Nowadays, Nathaniel looks much older, with a few more gray strands in his hair, and deeper wrinkles on his face. Scholars say that the scars of the soul will be reflected on the body. Bologgo guessed that the soul
Aging will also affect the body.
Nathaniel is old. This is not a description, but an affirmation from his heart. Nathaniel feels that he is old and no longer needs to be as strong as before, so the time solidified in him finally begins to flow.
, making him possess the vicissitudes appropriate to his age.
"Oh, Boluogo, you came at the right time."
Nathaniel waved hello to Borogo, looking at Borogo with a faint joy in his eyes.
"Um."
Boluogo nodded slightly and stood next to Nathaniel.
For a while now, Nathaniel looked at him in a strange way. To use Palmer's words, Nathaniel looked at him very well, very well.
Boluogo can understand this feeling. Ever since he suffered a heavy blow in the Ether Realm, Nathaniel has been worried about the future of the Bureau of Order. He still wants to fight on the front line, but his tired body can no longer support his desire.
Nethaniel had to put down his power and power and hand it over to his successor, but at this moment of change, anyone would inevitably have some doubts about whether the successor could perfectly inherit his power and will.
This sense of uneasiness tortured Nathaniel for a long time, until Bologo returned from the etheric realm and was successfully promoted to the Glory One. At this moment, Nathaniel seemed to have succeeded in his conspiracy, and his hanging heart could finally be relieved.
Came down.
Borrogo asked, "Is there anything important today?"
"It's nothing important," Nathaniel waved his hand, "I have almost made arrangements for the Kogadel Empire. I'm just waiting for the logistics department to catch up."
Nethaniel just stepped back, rather than retired. This time he helped Bologo share a lot of work pressure.
"I'm looking for you just to care about you. How does it feel to have power?" Nathaniel's smile gradually became strange, "It should be very fascinating."
"No, not obsessed at all."
Bologo firmly objected. In his eyes, power seemed to be some kind of scourge.
"Why?"
"Power and responsibility are relative. When I think that I am responsible for the lives of so many people, I feel like the weight of mountains is pressing on me."
Boluogo spoke calmly and calmly, as if he had been preparing this sentence in his heart for a long time.
"Think about it, Deputy Director, look at these people."
Boluogo and Nathaniel walked through the corridor and came to the empty hall. Employees were coming and going, like hard-working worker ants or like a factory assembly line. Everyone had their own things to do and were busy.
.
"I can't even remember the names of most of them, but their lives are tied to my hands, and every move I make will determine their fate."
Bologo sighed deeply, "Just like during the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, every time I fired a signal flare to announce the start of a new round of attack, groups of soldiers would jump out of the trenches and die on the way to charge...
…
I know that they are soldiers and fighting is their bounden duty, but I still feel guilty that they died because of me, as if as long as I don't fire the flares, they can continue to live in the dirty trenches."
Nathaniel said, "You are a kind and merciful man."
"No, how could it be? Are you kidding?" Bologo retorted, "I'm not merciful, I'm just... just very responsible. They gave their lives to me, and I'm going to use them."
I will feel guilty if I am wasting even the slightest bit on something worth it.”
Some staff members passing by noticed Boluogo and Nathaniel, and they all cast glances or raised their hands to say hello. Everyone was familiar with these two people who were at the pinnacle of power in the Bureau of Order.
"But I know one thing very well. We are all part of this game of strife. In front of this majestic sacred goal, individual will, life and death, are not worth mentioning," Boluogo's voice became colder, "
As long as we can win the final victory, the victory of mortals, any sacrifice is acceptable. In fact, if just sacrificing evil people like us can restore the stability of the world, then this price is so cheap that it is simply depressing.
Unbelievable.”
Nathaniel nodded gently while listening to Bologo's words. Human nature is complicated, and so is Bologg. On the one hand, he will feel guilty for the death of others, and on the other hand, he will do it for the sake of grandeur.
To achieve his goal, he chose to sacrifice without hesitation, even with himself.
"But sometimes just having a sense of consciousness is not enough to keep you going."
Nathaniel's tone brought out the experience of an older man. What Bologo experienced was exactly what he had experienced.
"Why?"
"Because our goal is too far-reaching and ambitious. Do you know how many generations of efforts we have spent before this to get here?
Those ancestors were not like us today. They did not witness the exit of the devil, and they did not know the nature of the secret source. They just held on to a belief and moved forward in an almost blind way."
Nathaniel said quietly, "Some people are like fanatics, no matter how difficult and dangerous they are, they will go on firmly. There are also some people who will get lost in this unreachable dream. They don't want to
Knowing the truth about the secret source, but also not knowing what the odds are of winning against the devil... Under such circumstances, no matter how strong a person is, he can easily become shaken."
At one time, Nathaniel didn't understand why there were always those extreme beings in the world. Later, he gradually realized that perhaps only by driving himself crazy could he continue to stick to his beliefs in a crazy world.
Borrogo recalled the books he had read and gave a clear word, "In the absence of positive feedback, people tend to doubt whether what they are doing is correct, and even doubt whether the cause they are dedicated to has the possibility of success.
.”
"I almost couldn't hold on for a while," Nathaniel showed his fragile side and asked, "You didn't expect that, I almost gave up."
Boluogo shook his head and said, "There is nothing surprising. We are all human beings and have the same thoughts. I have also experienced troughs and despair, and so have you. It is a normal thing."
After saying that, Boluogo asked tentatively, "Are you because of the current director?"
"Um."
Nathaniel took Boluogo out of the room, and the two stood on the busy street, and the noise was endless.
"It was a bad day for me. I was obviously fighting against the devil, and everything I did was righteous, but instead of giving me warmth, the world took away the few things I loved.
"
Turning his head, he looked at Boluogo with his cloudy eyes, "So, when you first joined the job, I paid close attention to you."
The secret war caused Nethaniel to lose his current director and his true love. Since then, the driving force supporting his progress has changed from the great cause of fighting the devil to pure revenge. Nethaniel has also changed from a noble warrior to a
A burning evil spirit.
Burlogo guessed, "Because we are similar, right?"
"Yes, but not entirely right."
Nathaniel started walking along the street. He stopped and stopped along the way, observing the streets around him. He was not wandering aimlessly, but looking for a certain place with purpose. Boluogo couldn't help but wonder,
Where is he going to take himself?
"I'm different from you in the beginning. I did serve as a vengeful evil ghost for a while, but then the anger in my heart was extinguished and filled with something better."
Nathaniel stopped at the red light and pointed at Boluogo, "And you... I know very well how twisted a person will become when he goes to the extreme of revenge, not to mention, you are still a
An immortal."
"In other words, what happened in my first year of employment was also a test for me?"
What happened in the first year, Bologg's memory is still very clear to this day. He killed one enemy after another and completed his revenge for Adele. Bologg still remembers that it was from Nesani that
In your hands, I took back Adele's philosopher's stone.
"So, it's an assessment of your mental state," Nathaniel smiled, "You have implanted Xilin's alchemy matrix, and everyone has high hopes... I don't want to hand over the future of the Bureau of Order.
In the hands of an extremely madman."
"I'm qualified."
"Yes."
Boluogo's pace slowed down and he looked at the people coming and going around him. As the conversation with Nathaniel progressed, a slightly unfamiliar emotion slowly swayed in his heart.
People passed by Boluogo, scratching their shoulders slightly. Some people avoided Boluogo's gaze and walked by in a hurry. Others met Boluogo's eyes and gave him a kind smile. The fragmented words
Conversations sounded from all directions, some were talking about happiness, others were talking about worries.
For a moment, Boluogo felt a little dazed. He remembered the noisy world he saw when he connected to the secret source before, but at this moment, his situation was different from the experience in the secret source.
What I am experiencing now is absolutely real and is alive to everyone.
