"Although it feels great to crush the King's Secret Sword after so many years, what's going on with the increasing number of official duties?"
Jeffrey had a gloomy face, looking through the endless files in the office. Normally, Lebius would handle the processing of files, but now there are too many files, and even Jeffrey can't
Gotta go help.
"As you said, the minister is a guy who likes to use people until they die. If we reorganize the order, there must be a lot of trouble waiting for us."
Lebius said behind the desk, his voice still cold, but this time the coldness was entirely because of the heavy work, which had made his spirit a little numb.
After the stormy night, Lebius listened to Palmer's report on the operation from the sanatorium. As soon as he returned to the office, what was waiting for him was a mountain of documents, and Uriel was still trotting in the corridor, taking more documents from other places.
The department was transferred.
The division of labor in the Bureau of Order is clear and hierarchical. Previously, the two were only responsible for logistics functions. But as they set foot on the battlefield, Lebius and Jeffrey were no longer responsible for the command and logistics of the operation of the special operations group, but two
A real person with power who can fight head-on.
Due to the difference in identity, the information and authority obtained are completely different.
The Power Bearer is not the top combat force in the Bureau of Order, but he is also an extremely important backbone. A large amount of information is open to the two of them, and at the same time, documents to be executed are issued one after another.
Jeffrey jokingly said that the Special Operations Group was promoted from a fringe operations group to a backbone force overnight, but this joke was really hard to laugh at.
Picking up a document, Jeffrey's eyes became serious.
"Is it already this bad down there? Remember when I was transferred seven years ago, it was still under control?"
"The area turned out of control three years ago. A group of believers of the 'Orangutan Sect' sneaked in. They used their own flesh and blood to awaken the thing. It has been eating all these years. Fortunately, there is nothing there except rocks.
There is nothing for it to devour, and only a few unlucky ones that fall down can temporarily fill its stomach."
Lebius threw another document, which was the follow-up to related events.
"What the hell, what's going on with this? Wasn't the 'Happy Garden' thing solved many years ago?" Jeffrey saw another document and screamed, "Why did it appear again?"
"The current speculation is that we failed to completely destroy it at that time. After many years of silence, it returned again. But don't worry, this is an abnormal virtual domain event. The third group is currently responsible for it and has nothing to do with us for the time being."
Lebius' tone was numb. Seven years have passed, and the Minister of Field Affairs still has the same familiar attitude, unreasonably pushing all the work to you.
There was a knock on the door, and Uriel opened the door, holding a large stack of documents in her hands. She was panting from exhaustion, and her forehead was covered with sweat.
"Which department is this from?"
Jeffrey turned around and looked at Uriel as if he were a monster.
"The sublimation furnace core is a list of some alchemical weapons that we need to confirm." Uriel said.
"Oh? This sounds pretty good."
This news made Jeffrey a little happy. He didn't know whether Bailey was really so obsessed with Boluogo, or whether she was so efficient in her actions. The first batch of alchemy weapons would be distributed in a few days.
There is no need for complicated approval procedures or dealing with those guys. It is just like shopping in an empty supermarket. You can get what you want. The only cost is to feel a little wronged by Boluogo.
Uriel took out the first copy from the thick document and handed it to Lebius.
"This is the report. The rest was sent from Crow's Nest. They said it was information on related tasks."
Except for the first document, the rest are.
Jeffrey took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions. After so many years of rest, it felt good to be busy again, but now he was a little too busy. He even doubted whether he would die from overwork.
"Don't worry, the Sublime One itself is protected by the ether, and it is almost impossible to die suddenly from nature." Many years ago, the Minister of Field Affairs smiled and patted Jeffrey on the shoulder and said to him.
"Okay, okay, let's put it there first." Jeffrey waved his hand helplessly.
"I said, don't you feel tired?" Looking at Lebius who was still busy, this guy was simply a workaholic, and Jeffrey had to admire him.
"We need to quickly become familiar with the current environment and understand what is happening in this city and this world."
Unlike the tired Jeffrey, the more Lebius looked at these documents, the more he felt a silent pressure.
He thought everything was under control, but when he actually returned to his post, Lebius discovered that the world had changed drastically.
"Yes, I said that the operations team can't find its manpower. Such troubles come one after another. The King's Secret Sword is nothing in comparison."
Jeffrey picked up a document at random, and it recorded one bad thing after another.
"Those businessmen have also reached out here."
"Not only businessmen, but also the 'Group of Secrets' have intentionally extended their hands into Opos in recent years," Lebius said.
Jeffrey is no stranger to these terms. He was dealing with these guys seven years ago, and they still exist seven years later.
This feeling is quite strange. It has a wonderful sense of fate that the old rival is still alive in the world, and there are also complaints about why these guys are still dead after so many years.
"By the way, how do you want to deal with Boluogo's matter?"
Putting aside these disturbing worries, Jeffrey looked at what was happening in front of him.
"Although you made preparations in advance and disguised this as a raid, you and I both know that this is not a raid. It is completely Boluogo's own will. It is not clear how he found the train... But it must not be that simple, right?"
Jeffrey's eyes sharpened, and he had a strange feeling. Ever since Lebius took out the instructions for the "Decision Room" that day, he felt that he was covered by some kind of conspiracy.
A vague and cold feeling lingers around me and is difficult to dissipate.
"According to the report of the Logistics Department, his battles spanned several urban areas, raided many gangs, and resulted in numerous casualties. The most terrible thing is that Boluogo's strikes were very precise, and there were not even many accidental injuries."
Now that he and Lebius were alone in the office, Jeffrey wanted to have a good talk about this matter.
"He not only found Codenin, but also killed him, and then met Palmer by chance. He caught up with the train and killed a believer carrying the secret sword, as well as a car full of ghouls, and the philosopher who collected the king's secret sword.
All stones and potions are stopped..."
Taken individually, these things are ridiculous, let alone put them together and compressed into one night.
It was as if a mysterious being had made a list of names of sinners for Bologg, and arranged a strict timetable for him. From midnight to dawn, Bologg didn't waste a single minute.
But does such a thing really exist? It would take a certain amount of time even for Crow's Nest to compile such a list, let alone Bologo.
Something must have happened beyond my imagination, and I don't know it now.
"Is it you? You helped him." Jeffrey asked.
"No, actually I don't know what exactly happened?"
"How is this possible? You were so well prepared. It was a deliberate raid. Others couldn't understand it, but I was your partner. You and I were together that night." Jeffrey asked.
Lebius stopped what he was doing. He seemed to be thinking about how to answer Jeffrey. During the brief silence, Jeffrey asked again.
"Is this related to the order from the 'Decision Room'?"
"It doesn't matter much...at least in the order, there is indeed no such thing as Bologg's raid on the train."
Lebius continued with a sincere attitude.
"As for the procedures for the raid, I prepared them very early, starting from the time when the clues about human addiction were cut off."
"Have you thought that Boluogo would do such a thing?" Jeffrey asked.
"You were there that day, and you saw Boluogo's expression at that time."
Lebius recalled that although he was silent, his observant eyes never stopped. While everyone was waiting for further news from the crow's nest, he was the only one who kept staring at Boluogo and the tumbling eyes in his eyes.
Malice grows wildly.
"Actually, I think humans, demons, and debtors are all the same. We all need something to satisfy the 'emptiness' in our hearts.
Boluogo is a guy who has nothing. He only cares about a little bit of everything. For this little thing, he doesn't care about anything, not to mention that he is an immortal and a born outlaw.
Now you tell him that there is no trace of the enemy, maybe they will just disappear..."
Lebius shook his head, thinking about this kind of thing gave him a headache.
"When people don't care about anything, they can do anything, let alone people like Boluogo."
Jeffrey did not continue to say anything. He had been in contact with Boluogo for the longest time, and he knew Boluogo to some extent. From the outside, he seemed to be an expert bound by reason. But the more rational a person is, the more he abandons the restraints.
The more crazy it becomes.
"I don't know what kind of 'process' Boluogo will use to complete his revenge, but I know clearly that he will complete the 'result' of revenge, and that's it."
"What about our actions that night? That team, this can't be a coincidence, right?" Jeffrey asked again.
"This is indeed no coincidence. It is an instruction from the 'decision-making room', ordering us to hunt and kill these people."
"What's important about them? It takes two people with power to solve it."
"It's very important. According to the current intelligence, it is very likely that there were defectors before them." Lebius said.
"Renegade?"
"That's right, traitors, and this is also the main action we will be responsible for next. Other troubles will be taken care of by other action groups."
Lebius moved all the documents in front of the table, leaving only one document in the center, with chains and five swords engraved on it.
"Jeffrey, there are many things I can't tell you clearly, but just like we did before, just trust me unconditionally.
Regarding Boluogo's matter, another group of people has already dealt with it, and his fate will be decided by that person."
Thinking of that person, Lebius' emotions were very complicated. The person himself was like the incarnation of a mystery. Looking into his eyes, you would only see absolute darkness and depth, as if you were looking straight into the abyss.
Lebius believed that he would make the right judgment and stopped thinking about it, and turned to talk to Jeffrey.
"According to reliable information, there is a split within the King's Secret Sword."
