The dim light fell through the glass, illuminating the covered curtains into a light blue. Boluogo slowly sat up from the bed, feeling a little dizzy in his mind. It seemed that he had drunk too much last night.
Looking at the bedside table beside him, he saw that it was piled with various documents, and without exception, they were all marked with the logo of the Special Operations Group, the twisted Rupert's Tears.
Yesterday, he and Palmer's vacation ended. After leaving the border sanatorium, they went back to the Order Bureau to report the situation.
The deputy director of the Bureau of Order and the director of the field department, Nathaniel, endorsed him. When he returned, Lebius didn't ask anything. It seemed that the raid on the stormy night was over, and all the documents were sealed and stored in the warehouse.
After caring about the physical and mental status of the two of them, Lebius looked at the date. With Nethaniel's extended leave, including today, the two of them still had two days off to rest, and then he brought it
A series of working documents.
Burlogo and Palmer have proven their abilities, and they can indeed take charge on their own. With the return of Lebius and Jeffrey, the special operations team is fully operational, and they need to complete a lot of work.
The most important of these is the division of areas of responsibility. Within the Field Service Department, there are not critical tasks that need to be performed every day. On days when tasks are not performed, the Field Service Department will not support this group of idlers. For this reason, every field staff member
Each has its own fixed area of responsibility.
When there are no tasks to be performed, the field staff's daily job is to patrol the areas they are responsible for, be alert to potential supernatural crimes, capture demons hidden in the crowd, etc. In fact, they are like a supernatural version of the peace officer.
When he saw the division of his area, Bologo understood what the "battle to be fought" mentioned by Nathaniel was. He felt a little surprised. Thinking of Nathaniel's words, he felt that it was expected.
But Palmer didn't think so.
"We have made great achievements!" Palmer screamed in the office, "Don't talk about promotions and salary increases! But you can't treat us like this!"
"It is precisely because of your outstanding work ability that the organization can safely entrust you with important responsibilities." Jeffrey was so eloquent that Palmer was speechless for a while.
"If you find something useful, use it until you die!"
"You guessed it right, this is the fine tradition of the Field Service Department."
Hearing this, Jeffrey stopped pretending and showed his cards directly.
This is the fine tradition that the Field Department has under the leadership of Nathaniel. Both Lebius and Jeffrey have experienced it. At that time, they still had a slight sense of mission and felt that it was the trust of the organization in them. Looking back now
Look, it looks more like the extreme oppression of employees by a black-hearted company.
What surprised Jeffrey was that Palmer was not that easy to deceive. Shouldn't it be said that young people today are much smarter?
Palmer realized that he couldn't change anything, so he sat aside and doubted his life. At this time, Borrowgo raised his own questions.
"There is no need to maintain security in this area, so why are we here?"
"Boluogo, the reason why the chaotic land is in chaos is because no one is willing to save this place. We sent you there precisely because we hope you can save these people!" Jeffrey said nonsense.
"Establishing order in chaos? The Bureau of Order controls Opos, but it has always been outside of control."
Boluogo knew the deeper meaning. There were monsters and demons hiding there, as well as devils with evil intentions. The debtor who wanted to enter such an evil and chaotic place, somewhere between black and white, was the perfect candidate.
"The Great Rift will be your responsible area from now on. Of course, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Just follow your consistent creed and implement it." Jeffrey encouraged.
It's not Wandering Road, it's not a mine, and it's not Qiu Shang Town. The area he is responsible for is the entire Great Rift. It feels like asking a sheepdog to manage an entire grassland. For a moment, Boluoge actually felt a little powerless.
.
But Boluogo didn't raise any objections. Judging from various factors, he was indeed the best candidate, not to mention that he had contact with the tyrant.
Nathaniel hopes to become an undercover agent and find out the secrets of the devil. Bologger feels that he has made a good start, and he also needs information from the devils to find the devil who traded his soul.
The tyrant had said that there was far more than one existence like him in this land. Maybe the devil who took away his soul was hiding in a corner of this city.
"There is no need to worry about encountering any danger. We have other action teams stationed in the Great Rift."
Jeffrey didn't say what those action groups were doing, but being stationed there must be some kind of long-term mission.
"The Great Rift isn't that bad, it's just a bit messy. There are still many ordinary people living in it, and they also need the Sheriff!"
Jeffrey then went to encourage Palmer, but for a guy like Palmer who refused to take hard things, this encouragement was a bit too pale.
After leaving the Order Bureau, the two went directly to the Undead Club, preparing to have a drink there.
Boluogo was originally planning to do this. He had thought about how he could thank Palmer for drawing his sword and helping him.
What gift should I give him? I don’t have much money, not to mention that as the young master of the Clerks family, this family has enjoyed a lot of glory and wealth, so no small gift should be able to impress him.
After thinking about it, Bologg decided to bring Palmer for a drink. He just wanted to celebrate. Bologg had completed his revenge and killed all the damned people. He felt that this was worth a hangover.
Accommodation.
It's not good to drink and have fun in broad daylight, but Bologg felt that the people in the Undead Club would not refuse, and this was also the case. These lunatics didn't even ask Bologg about the reason for celebrating.
Palmer had a great time, and as soon as he returned to the Undead Club, he felt as if he had returned home, returning to the ocean of retardation.
At the climax of the celebration, Sere told himself mysteriously that he had brought back something new. With Sere's hands waving, Boluogo saw the steel pipe standing in the darkness.
Before Boluogo could refuse, Sere was wearing his top with a slit from the collar to his navel and jumped happily on the pole. Coupled with the colorful lights, Sere's movements were powerful and standard.
I have to admit that there is something special about Sere's pole dancing.
Afterwards, Sere said that as an undead, he had learned a lot of weird things over a long period of time. He learned pole dancing from a new female friend he met. Now he has a part-time job at night.
Dancing in a nightclub attracted many ladies.
He also said that he now has a new title, which is "Midnight Noble Master".
Sere is indeed a noble son. As one of the oldest lords of the Night Clan, there should be few living people in the world who are more qualified than him. But now this Night Clan lord is addicted to alcohol. These words
No one believed it when I went out.
"Unfortunately, I can only meet them at midnight."
Sere said with some regret that this was the origin of the name "Midnight" in his name. This Lord of the Night Clan could only come and go in the dark night.
"Are you hundreds of years old? Or thousands of years old? Those women are just like little girls to you. Is that interesting?" Bologo asked.
"Physical age is not important, mental age is important. I think I will always be a passionate eighteen-year-old. Of course, they will always be young and beautiful eighteen-year-olds in my eyes." Se Lei coaxed people.
First hand.
"What about when they get old? What about when their skin wrinkles together and their whole body exudes the stench of old age and death?" Boluogo continued to ask.
"Do you think I will abandon them?"
"if not?"
Sere did not reply, but looked thoughtful. Boluogo thought he had defeated him, but Sere returned to the bedroom and came back with a thick photo album.
This guy was a little drunk, so he and Bolog looked at the photo album.
"This is Mary, my sixth wife. She has a very hard life. She is a poor girl, but I like her very much."
The photos above record Mary's life, from her youth, her marriage, to her old age, but there has always been Sere beside her, and Sere has always looked that young.
The last photo shows Sere leaning his head on her arms. The Lord of the Night Clan is still young, but Mary in the photo is very old.
"This is my second wife. The camera hadn't been invented yet, but I was quite rich, so I hired someone to draw a few pictures."
They were oil paintings that were photographed one after another. The pictures were a little blurry, but the outlines on them could still be barely made out.
"Some of the paintings were too big, so I kept them at home, and some were small, so I moved them to the Immortal Club."
Boluogo thought of the oil painting in Sere's bedroom. The people in the painting were him and his wives... wives.
"I know what you are worried about, Boluogo, but please don't worry. Although I look quite romantic, I am really married. I am a loyal person. In our family, cheating is a serious matter.
You have to be dragged out into the sun for a few minutes."
Sere really valued these things, and he even swore on the honor of the Villeris family, but it was doubtful whether the Velleris family had any glory at all.
"I put rings on them with my own hands, spent quality time together, then buried them and left."
Serei's voice was filled with nostalgia, and he closed the photo album, his eyes still a little moist.
"You may want to say that I have married so many wives, but how to put it..." Sere's mood became rare. "The lifespan of the undead is still too long after all. In the long time,
, we inevitably need some spiritual sustenance.”
"Then you are not married now?" Bologo asked.
"No, it has been almost a hundred years since my last wife passed away. I have experienced separation between life and death many times, and it is inevitable that I will feel upset. In contrast, enduring loneliness is much easier, so I will no longer get married."
Originally he chose love to escape loneliness, but now he chooses loneliness because of the pain of separation. Listening to Sere's words, Boluogo didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only say apologetically.
"Feel sorry."
"It's nothing. When a normal person sees a playboy like me, he would want to step on me and scold him as a 'bastard who plays with emotions'!" Se Lei is very self-aware of himself.
Boluogo nodded in agreement, then raised his glass and clinked it vigorously with Sere.
