"When you go out and turn left, you will find Lebius's office. As the head of the special operations team, he would like to discuss his future work with you in detail."
Pushing Palmer, who had just suffered a bolt from the blue, Jeffrey showed him the way, then pushed him out, and then closed the door.
Jeffrey took a long breath, then sat back on the sofa and looked at Boluogo.
"Is there anything else you want to report?"
It can be noticed that Boluogo still has something to say, but since Palmer was present just now, he chose to keep silent.
“What is his ‘gift’?”
Thinking of Palmer's antics, Bologo felt curious in his heart.
Palmer was the first debtor that Bologna met, and he was the unlucky man who met the same fate as himself. On the way back, Bologna even wondered whether he and he had sold their souls to the same devil.
"Palmer's 'gift', we call it 'the gambler', brings bad luck with good luck and bad luck with bad luck."
Jeffrey stated simply.
Boluogo frowned, the effect of this "gift"... was unexpectedly outrageous.
Thinking of Palmer's almost funny behavior during the battle, Bologo felt that this was reasonable.
After the battle, he had always wondered how a guy like Palmer was captured by Eugene. Although Palmer's explanation for this was that he accidentally slipped and fell while sneaking... Such nonsense
How could Burlogo believe it, but now it seems that it is true, and Palmer did not lie.
He can easily dodge thousands of bullets, and yet he will slip and fall into danger while remaining absolutely safe.
Boluogo covered his face, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"By the way, Jeffrey, what mission is Palmer performing?" Bologo asked again.
"Explore the enemy's movements. The hostile forces of the Bureau of Order have been very active recently. What Palmer is investigating is one of their transportation routes."
Jeffrey then asked, "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Boluogo nodded and then said.
"There were some goods left on site. When I left, I pried open a few boxes and took out a few samples."
Boluogo said as he dug into his pocket and handed out the dark red potion.
"If I remember correctly, this should be the same as what was found from Norm."
Lifting the potion, the light shone through the glass tube and illuminated the dark red liquid inside, as if it were alive, with rolling crystals shining in it.
"It's this thing again."
Jeffrey's expression was solemn. This strange potion was first found in Norm's hand, but now it also appeared in another place.
"Does this have something to do with 'human addiction'?" Bologo asked.
"I don't know." Jeffrey replied, a tired look flashed across his face.
Boluogo pondered for a while, and then he asked, "Jeffrey, has anything big happened recently?"
Hostile forces.
Such words came to mind. Bologo often heard other people say this. The so-called hostile forces made the Bureau of Order take action, and it was they who provided assistance to the "human-loving"...
"You're not an idiot, you should have guessed it." Jeffrey did not answer directly, but asked Boluogo in return.
After a pause for a few seconds, Boluogo said slowly.
"The Bureau of Order...the Bureau of Order and Security of the Rhine League.
In this world, there is not only a behemoth like the League of Rhine, but also south of Opos, at the end of the vast plain, there is another behemoth peering at the north of Opos..."
Boluogo had already realized this, he said.
"The so-called hostile forces are the extraordinary organizations of the Kogadel Empire, right?"
In response, Jeffrey nodded, leaned back, raised his head, and stared at the ceiling.
"The Fall of the Holy City ended the craziest world war in modern times, causing the wrath of the Scorched Earth to stop in Solomon's Holy City. After that, the Kogadel Empire and the Rhenish Alliance signed a peace agreement in the current agreement area.
Treaty and make an oath."
Jeffrey's tone was a bit contemptuous.
"Bologo, do you think the war is really over?"
"No, the thing in this world that is least likely to end is war. As long as there are still people, as long as there are still desires... no matter how many times it ends, it will eventually return."
Boluogo replied calmly that this was like a terrible curse from which there would never be any relief.
A smile appeared on Jeffrey's face. He was right about Boluogo. This guy was an expert in this field.
"Since the birth of Oath City Opos, our war with the Kogadel Empire has shifted from the mortal world to the extraordinary. It is also since then that the Bureau of Order has taken root in Opos.
In the time that followed, we and the Kogadel Empire continued the unfinished war in the shadows, fighting for control of this city, just like when the Holy City fell."
Boluogo's emotions were touched. He knew a lot about this period of history. The original fall of the Holy City was caused by both sides trying to seize the Holy City and use it as a frontline base to continue attacking the enemy's inland.
Now that the war is over, in the shadows, they still continue to rob the city, but the people participating in the war have changed from airplanes and cannons to condensers who control secret energy.
Nothing has changed, it's just hidden in the shadows.
"The King's Secret Sword."
Jeffrey said softly.
"This is their name, an extraordinary organization directly led by the royal family of the Kogadel Empire."
The King's Secret Sword.
Boluogo remembered the name firmly in his heart.
"Opos had a rare moment of peace, but with these guys coming back, everything became full of strife again."
Jeffrey sighed. He still missed his days in the logistics. He didn't have to fight or worry about too many things. He just had to go to work on time and receive his salary.
He once thought that he could survive until retirement. After all, there were very few people like him in the Order Bureau who could retire from the Field Service Department and live until retirement.
Life was wonderful until the order issued from the "decision-making room" a year ago.
A special operations team was formed, Borogo Lazarus regained his freedom, and the King's Secret Swords, which had disappeared long ago, became active again.
It's like the eve of a storm.
"You mean... a comeback?"
Boluogo was keenly aware of Jeffrey's words, and he asked next.
"That is to say, you have expelled them before, right?"
Talking about this seemed to bring back some bad memories for Jeffrey. He fell silent, his expression gloomy, his eyes lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
There was a faint roar next to his ears, and the smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.
"Um."
Jeffrey affirmed.
"The war has never ended, Bolog. The wrath of the scorched earth sixty-six years ago can be regarded as the First World War in human history. We thought that such a war would never happen again, but in those fifty-nine years
Later, that is, seven years ago...
We have another war coming."
Boluogo's heart was in suspense. Although he was telling the story calmly, his consciousness couldn't help but be shaken by it.
An ulterior secret is about to be revealed.
"Another... war in the extraordinary world, involving all the condensers."
Jeffrey dug into his pockets. For a "veteran" like him who survived seven years ago, every time he talked about these things, he felt like he was haunted by nightmares.
He took out a cigarette and started smoking it, which made Jeffrey feel a lot better.
Jeffrey's eyes were blurred and his tone was heavy.
"A 'secret war' that took place in the shadows and was unknown to the world."
In a trance, Boluogo had a wonderful illusion. What surrounded him was no longer the familiar air, but thick and heavy, some kind of suffocating colloid. They wrapped themselves around him and tried to strangle themselves.
throat.
"Since the fall of the Holy City, and since the establishment of Opos, countless conflicts have broken out between the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword. But seven years ago, at a moment that no one expected, the King's Secret Sword suddenly launched an attack on us.
total attack.
Groups of Sublime Submers came across the great rift. They rushed all the way and even broke through the defense of the 'Kenshi' and fought their way in."
Jeffrey recalled the past, tobacco numbed his nerves and blocked the invasion of nightmares.
"We finally stopped them in the atrium. The battle was fierce and several departments were paralyzed. We paid a huge price to drive them out of the 'Kenshi', and then we counterattacked..."
The voice paused, and Jeffrey smiled bitterly.
"Just like how King Solomon defended the sacred city, we fought fiercely with the King's Secret Sword for hundreds of days. From the shadows of various cities, we fought all the way into the great rift. In the end, we defeated them with a slight advantage and completely drove them away.
Out of Opos, the war was won."
Jeffrey looked at Boluogo. He still had a cold face and no expression. Jeffrey said mockingly to himself.
"This sounds ridiculous, just for a city.
This was true for King Solomon back then, and it is true for us many years later.”
The once sacred city, now the Oath City Opos, this land has witnessed too much, and in the future, it will continue to watch.
Boluogo shook his head and rejected Jeffrey's words, "Isn't that the case?"
With his blue eyes lowered, Boluogo thought, then raised his head and looked directly at Jeffrey.
"Just like me, we debtors are inextricably linked to the devil. Maybe at some point, the devil will find us again and ask me to be an 'agent' to run around the world for them.
The same is true for the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword, isn't it?"
The two people's eyes met each other, and no one avoided it. After a long time, Jeffrey took the lead to look away and let out a hoarse laugh.
He put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and bursts of white smoke rose.
"You are right. The Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword are also 'agents'. As agents of the two largest monsters in the world, Opos is our battlefield."
Geoffrey agreed with the meaning of Boluogo's words.
"Jeffrey, you also said that the 'Alchemy Matrix' is a 'technology', and secret energy is a weapon derived from 'technology'."
Boluogo said to himself.
"A few hundred years ago, we wore armor and wielded swords. A few hundred years later, we have airplanes and cannons, more accurate and deadly firearms.
This is true of the ‘Alchemy Matrix’, and so is the secret energy.”
The evil secret was revealed in front of his eyes. For a moment, Boluogo's body trembled slightly. He felt terrified and uneasy because he knew the truth.
The war never ends, it is always with us.
Tanks with thicker armor and stronger firepower, bombers with further increased height and extended range, more accurate and deadly firearms, and even... secret powers that are beyond common sense and make people crazy.
"This is an arms race."
Boluogo broke out in a cold sweat, he guessed it.
"An arms race that has never stopped since the fall of the Holy City... an arms race targeting secret energy."
Jeffrey showed an ugly smile and sighed helplessly.
"Bologo, I don't know when the next world war that will involve all countries in the meat grinder will break out, but what I know is that when such a war is started for the second time, the participants will no longer be
The armored troops we are familiar with are actually the Sublime Ones who control secret powers."
Jeffrey's words were like the wind blowing from a deep cave, mixed with the smell of condensation and decay.
"The condensers in the shadows will stand under the sun, and the roaring ether will destroy everyone indiscriminately."
