Back home, everything was as usual. There was a quarrel next door and a noisy TV on the other side. Just like he was used to Palmer's misfortune, Boluogo was also used to this noisy life. If one day he returns
When he gets home and the surroundings become quiet, he will feel uncomfortable.
Putting aside the old records he found, Bologger took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, tidied himself up briefly, and then sat back on the sofa.
The stormy night seemed to have changed something, but nothing seemed to have changed. Boluogo's life was as usual, listening to music after get off work and playing with the war sandbox.
The sand table is engraved with the battle that changed Bologo's life, the battle called the Fall of the Holy City.
Boluogo lost his soul in this battle and was resurrected from the dead. After that, his fate was completely rewritten and he embarked on a path of no return.
Since being released from prison, Boluogo has been thinking about these things. He doubts that the deal he made with the devil may have something to do with the fall of the Holy City. After all, the battle that ended the Wrath of the Scorched Earth was already full of doubts.
"One light."
Boluogo muttered softly.
Brimstone and fire streaked across the sky, and everyone turned into pillars of salt under the bright light.
On the scarlet battlefield, only Boluogo was still alive, and this was what Boluogo saw in the Horrifying Appearance, the most terrifying nightmare in his heart.
In fact, Bologo didn't know what exactly happened in the fall of the Holy City. The "ray of light" people talked about was just a rumor that Bologo obtained after consulting many sources.
When Bologger woke up on the battlefield, it was all over. He remembered feeling endless pain, like a fire burning his body.
He did not stay rational for too long, and then he fainted and fell into a painful nightmare and repeated life and death. When Boluoge woke up again and gained consciousness, it was already more than ten years later, and at that time he
He also left the battlefield and found himself in a prison called the Black Prison.
Boluogo sometimes wondered why he was afraid of such nightmares. As time passed and during the long time in the dark prison, he gradually realized that maybe he was the cause of all this, and he couldn't explain why.
, but I feel this way vaguely, and bear all the guilt on myself.
After being released from prison, with the extraordinary knowledge he learned, Boluogo was not relieved, but fell into deeper troubles.
The deal with the devil is an absolutely fair exchange between value and value.
How can I obtain such an immortal body? What did I pay in the transaction? Is the fall of the Holy City related to me? If so, what role did I play in it?
Boluogo couldn't understand it, not at all.
He still remembered the conversation he had with the warden in prison decades ago. The mysterious guy would only greet him every few years. Many times, Boluogo thought the warden was dead, but it turned out that this guy seemed to be dead.
He was also like an immortal and stayed with him until he was released from prison.
"Actually, this has nothing to do with you."
This is something the warden often says. Bologg can feel it. He is not trying to escape for himself, but speaking the truth from the bottom of his heart. After all, there is no need for a guy like him to lie to Bologg.
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But...is this really the case?
Boluogo felt a headache. Looking at the layout on the sand table, he slowly leaned back and collapsed on the sofa.
He has always been nostalgic for this city, and he has another purpose. Boluogo always feels that everything is not that simple. Maybe in this oath city, Opos, he can find the answers he needs, just like the tyrant said at that time
That way.
"Watch the ground beneath your feet."
Is there anything to watch out for? All Bologger can think of is the Great Rift.
Boluogo didn't continue to think about it. He looked at the old records he had just bought and put them on the record player. The singing gradually started to sound, with a slight hoarseness, like an old man singing affectionately.
Returning to the bedroom, Boluogo picked up the diary, opened a page, and wrote down today's date.
Bologg doesn't keep a diary every day. Sometimes life is quite boring. He doesn't like to record these messy trivial things in life. He only writes when there are things worthy of attention or when some ideas come up.
"I went to Charlie's House today and chatted with Charlie for a while. Probably every profession has its own ideas that arise from its profession. Today Charlie talked about some interesting ideas.
After a person leaves, some people will choose to leave something behind as a souvenir to commemorate the traces of his existence. Some people will throw it all away, as if he never existed, to numb themselves, and some people will forcefully keep it.
Put down everything and pretend that he still exists.
I think every choice should represent different thoughts, and I think my feelings for Adele should be considered the first."
Burlogo wrote down his thoughts calmly.
"I will not fall into eternal sorrow, nor will I force myself to forget this and pretend that nothing happened. I think I will accept it calmly and live with her blessings. This should be what she wants.
Yes, that’s what I should do.”
After writing this, Boluogo turned forward a few pages in his diary.
It can be seen from the words in the diary that Boluogo did get over his grief. In the first diary, when he mentioned her, he did not write her name, but wrote "you" to refer to her.
It's like this is not a diary, but a letter written to Adele, but this letter never gets a response.
After closing the diary, Boluogo opened the drawer, which was filled with banknotes and coins.
After the stormy night, Bologo had made a great contribution, and the field department gave him a large bonus. In addition, Bologo also received two trophies.
A radiant blade seized from Kedening. After injecting a large amount of ether, this short sword can turn into a deadly ether sword. For Bologo who lacks the means to kill, this is a very good alchemical weapon.
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Bologger did not choose to keep the Hidden Mist Sword seized from Thorndike, but handed it over to the Field Service Department.
Within the Bureau of Order, because of the special nature of the secret sword, it contained extraordinary significance. Every time a secret sword was captured, it was considered a humiliation to the king's secret sword, and the support department paid a high price for it.
Boluogo did not refuse. After thinking carefully, he felt that his ability was not well matched with the Hidden Mist Sword, and this secret sword also consumed a huge amount of ether.
I heard from Jeffrey that he did not use the secret sword to apply for a bonus for himself. After all, Boluogo's money was enough for him to use for a long time. He applied for some alchemical weapons for himself. He also pretended to be mysterious and said that he must
I'm going to like this new thing. It looks like I can get it when I go to see Bailey tomorrow.
Boluogo's expression was a bit gloomy. Even if he was a hundred reluctant, there was nothing he could do about it. He was going to apply to Lebius to recruit new team members after a while. It would be best to recruit a docking sublimation furnace.
Core team members, so you don’t have to embarrass yourself.
"Debtor? There are not many reliable debtors these days."
Thinking of this, Boluogo murmured to himself.
According to Nathaniel's plan, the real purpose of the special operations team is to uncover the secrets of the devil. For this purpose, debtors need to be used as team members. This makes the recruitment plan extremely demanding, and it is uncertain when new people will be recruited.
Boluogo no longer thinks about these things. He has already got off work, so he should stop worrying about work. He can still live for a long time and has plenty of time to work hard.
Now Bologo is lying on the bed comfortably, enjoying this short period of peace, relaxing every muscle, and waiting for the next day to come in the rising singing.
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Bureau of Order, Court of Pillars.
Boluogo appeared in the hurried crowd with a gloomy look, probably because he was thinking of visiting the woman today. He didn't sleep well last night. Although he didn't have any nightmares, he felt tired when he woke up and his whole body was exhausted.
strength,.
Raising his head, outside the tall tower that supported the dome, elevators were rising and falling. Bologger crossed the crowd, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button to go to the sublimation furnace core.
There was only one person in the elevator. When the elevator door was about to close, a hand came in from the gap, causing the closed elevator door to open again, and then she squeezed in.
"I almost missed it."
She leaned to the side, panting. After she recovered, she was about to press the button, but found that the button for the sublimation furnace core was always on.
"Are you going to sublimate the furnace core too?"
Bailey turned her head to look at the other person in the elevator, and saw him standing in the corner of the elevator with a gloomy face, his eyes filled with sadness and irritability, his hands folded in front of his chest, and he was full of vigilance.
Of course, Bailey never cared about this.
"Yo! What a coincidence! Bologo!"
Bailey stretched out her hand and put her arm around Boluogo's shoulders. She was tall, almost as tall as Boluogo. She pulled hard, and Boluogo even became a little unsteady. Then she put her hand on Boluogo.
on the back of his neck, pushing his head down.
The two of them were like good friends who got together, lowering their heads on the street and plotting to rob some unlucky guy at night. One opened the lock and the other broke the door. The division of labor was clear and efficient.
The fresh fragrance is floating around. After staying in the place like a smelly ditch in the Great Fissure for a long time, this fragrance is simply intoxicating. With this beautiful figure beside you, any normal male in this kind of environment will inevitably feel a little beautiful.
Delusion...
Boluogo felt that he was a normal man, but the woman next to him was not normal.
He didn't have any good thoughts in his mind, because this beautiful figure was smiling sinisterly and talking like a greasy old man.
"Little cutie, I just said you would come back, right?"
Looking at Bailey who was showing his teeth and claws, Boluogo's face was ashen and he said nothing.
