After a period of questioning, Carnegie let the two go. During this period, Boluogo was also trying to dig out some information from Carnegie's mouth.
For example, why was Group 9, which is specifically responsible for such events, a step late? If Bologe hadn't keenly discovered this place, these cultists would have completed the ritual long ago.
Judging from the terrifying and strange feeling I felt when facing a woman, it was hard to imagine what kind of vision would be triggered after the completion of the ritual.
Another question is why the Bureau of Order is so vigilant about the appearance of the Orang Rot Sect in the Great Rift, and its response to this situation is even stronger than the King's Secret Sword.
If Palmer hadn't yelled so fast, judging from the murderous feeling in the ninth group, they were really prepared to kill without mercy.
After all, Carnegie was also an old fox. He dodged all the questions asked by Burlogo one by one, and did not forget to give harsh words to Burlogo.
Team Nine is now working with the Logistics Department to handle the scene and follow-up matters. The two key witnesses, Burlogo and Palmer, need to write a report related to the incident and submit it after returning to the Field Support Department.
Judging from Carnegie's reaction, the reason why the two were let go so easily was because of their status as debtors and special operations team.
"Don't worry, the devil's temptation is a very troublesome thing in every organization." Palmer explained this.
"Even the Clerks family will secretly conduct a search to see if anyone has sold their souls to the devil and degenerated into a devil... Of course, what is even worse is that like the Orangutan Sect, people who have been tortured by the devil through the contractor
Protect it and become its loyal slave."
The devil does not have the power to directly influence the world, but the good things it promises can drag more people into madness.
The debtor's identity is somewhere between black and white, like morning and dusk. Thanks to this particularity, guys like Burlogo and Palmer have such a place in the Bureau of Order.
"What if you didn't become a debtor, but directly traded away all your souls and became a demon?" Bologo asked curiously.
"Ah... Then I'm probably dead, right?" Palmer said seriously.
"You should also be able to feel from the lunatics like the Orangutan Sect how difficult it is to get the devil's favor. For this reason, some people have fallen into devils, and some people have come to seek mercy through contractors.
The devil sacrificed his soul and received protection.
But this is like begging for food like a dog, so despicable."
Palmer changed his tone and once again took on that sense of damn pride.
"Debtors are different. We are favored by the devil and are regarded by the devil as their agents in the world."
"One is actively asking for it, and the other is passively receiving blessings?" Boluogo said.
"Absolutely, so the debtor's status is really special," Palmer said in a strange tone. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad. "The old men in my family often say this."
"Although the distance between Palmer and the devil has become closer, it also proves that this heir is really great! Even the devil likes him!"
Palmer lowered his voice and pretended to be old-fashioned.
Before doing this, Bologger might have been a little surprised to hear these things, but as his understanding of the Clarks family gradually became clearer, he no longer had any sympathy for this family that could raise such a strange thing as Palmer.
Any color of mystery and majesty.
Participating in the Dawn War against the Night Tribe, maintaining the stability of the world, he is also thinking about making a fortune, Palmer's strange way of deciding the heir, and his damn coming-of-age ceremony...
The two walked to the edge of Qiu Shang Town. Under the huge cliff was the rolling sea of fog. Long corridors extended into the fog in front of them. Huge, sarcoma-like buildings covered the steep cliff.
Boluogo did not climb up the long ladder immediately, but stood in front of the cliff and thought.
The ninth group is a shield against the devil, minimizing the influence of the devil and his followers on reality. The special operations group is like a sharp sword. These debtors will use fatal backstabs against the devil when necessary.
In fact, since the meeting with Nethaniel, Bologo has been thinking that Nethaniel must be planning something, a conspiracy hidden in the darkest place against all devils.
No... maybe Nathaniel is not the plotter, he is just the executor of the conspiracy. The real plotter may be the mysterious director of the Bureau of Order who has not been shown yet.
Bologo still remembered Nathaniel's words. At first, he didn't trust him, but his friend trusted him very much, so Nathaniel chose to observe him for a while.
Apart from the director of the Bureau of Order, Bologo could not think of anyone who could be called a friend by Nathaniel and trusted by him. Apart from the director of the Bureau of Order, Bologo could not think of anyone who had such power and qualifications.
What exactly do they want to do?
In addition, another thing that troubled Boluogo's thoughts was the information obtained from Bailey's pamphlet.
The booklet is filled with prayers about evil, which should be the teachings of the Orang Fu Sect.
There is more than one devil in this world, and the corresponding groups that believe in the devil should also be different.
Looking into the hazy fog, there are gray figures on the corridor in the air. Some are moving forward, some are talking, and some are throwing golden coins into the deep sea of fog below and praying in a low voice.
Tyrant.
For a moment, it was as if an electric current passed through Boluogo's body, causing every inch of his muscles to tighten. Even though nothing happened, his heart beat more violently, roaring and squeezing blood all over his body.
.
Boluogo suddenly realized that if the Orangutan Sect sacrificed flesh and blood to the devil they believed in, then the residents of Wancha Road, paying taxes to the tyrants, could be regarded as another kind of sacrifice.
Just like human preferences, some devils like flesh and blood, and some devils like these values, whether they are despicable or noble.
If what I think is true, then the entire Wandering Fork Road is the territory of the tyrant, filled with his followers, and this land lies across the great rift and is under the control of the Bureau of Order.
"Palmer, do you remember the description of the devil?" Borrowgo asked abruptly.
"I remember, what's wrong?"
Palmer couldn't understand what Burlogo was thinking. After spending this time together, Burlogo got used to Palmer's misfortune, and Palmer got used to Burlogo's slightly neurotic style.
Sometimes Boluogo would always stand aside without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something or in a daze. Sometimes he would suddenly break the silence and say something completely illogical.
Such as now.
"The devil's forms are ever-changing, and the ways of reaching contracts with people are also all kinds of strange," Bologo whispered, "so there is no need to believe in a devil in the form of a sect."
Reaching out and touching the cross on his chest, Boluogo did not continue thinking and turned to Palmer.
"Let's go, don't keep TEDA waiting too long."
The two of them boarded the air corridor and headed towards Teda's secret alchemy workshop.
Today is the day that the two of them officially settled in the alchemy workshop. They have a lot of things to do, such as installing equipment, organizing supplies, etc. I heard from Jeffrey that the logistics department has transported the supplies in advance, and they are just waiting for the two of them to connect with TEDA.
Already.
If it hadn't been for what they encountered in Qiushang Town today, the two of them would have been in the alchemy workshop by now, but accidents in life are always like this, catching people off guard.
"By the way, the devil that turned you into a debtor in the first place in Palmer was the devil believed in by the Orangutan Sect, right?" Bologo asked.
"Yeah, what?" Palmer looked very calm.
"No...nothing."
Boluogo did not continue. After all, he could not talk to Palmer...
"Hey, Palmer, if you had come back earlier, you would have met your old acquaintance. Who are your old acquaintances?
Um……
From a relationship perspective, she should be considered your creditor?"
This is impossible, it sounds too weird.
The conversation ended here. It's working time now. Both of them are busy and have a lot to do.
Their current situation looks very strange. Although Lebius is not eager for the two of them to make any achievements and bring order to the Great Rift, secretly there is a turmoil here, and all the chaotic forces have left some footprints here.
, go with them.
But what does Boluogo have? An unlucky partner, and what else?
No more, nothing left.
Even if Boluoge wants to kick out the tyrant and become the master here, he will still need a certain amount of time and continuous accumulation until the time is right.
"Speaking of which, we should be able to handle a lot of alchemy weapons here in TEDA, right?"
Palmer seemed to have forgotten the thrill just now, and instead imagined a better future.
"Palmer, have you never known what pressure is?" Bologg couldn't help but ask, "The Orangutan Sect has appeared in the Great Rift, and we have one more potential enemy."
"Then what can be solved by thinking about this now? Let all these guys die, or should you and I directly cross the three-fold law and be promoted to believers?"
Palmer's tone suddenly became philosophical.
"Except for making yourself anxious, nothing can be changed, right? You are suffering from serious mental infighting! Partner!" Palmer said while patting Borogo on the shoulder, looking distressed.
"Then what should you do when the problem comes?" Boluogo asked.
Palmer was stunned for a second or two, and then said, "I'm quite lucky."
"you sure?"
Burlogo was so happy that Palmer actually placed his hope in his "gift". This was so damned.
"Even if I don't have enough luck, but...don't I still have you?"
Palmer said seriously, looking at Boluogo with a firm gaze, and then said in a loud voice.
