"Don't worry, most of the implantation ceremony is almost ready. We just need to replace the implanted alchemy matrix."
Before leaving the Bureau of Order, Jeffrey explained this to Boluogo.
"So it won't be delayed for too long. I will call you when the time comes."
After understanding this, Boluogo nodded, said goodbye to Jeffrey, and then followed his instructions. After filling out the form, he received a new windbreaker in the logistics department. According to the staff, this was considered normal wear and tear.
, there will be no extra charge, which really moved Boluogo.
Each department gives priority to supplying the field department. In addition to those complex alchemy weapons, there are still a lot of such standard equipment in stock.
After doing everything, Bologo slowly walked out of the Order Bureau and stood under the gray giant building.
Raising his head, looking at this building that looks like a giant tower that goes straight into the clouds. After looking at it for a long time, Boluogo will even feel a little fear, just like a phobia of giants. Such a silent thing stands upright on the earth.
superior.
The citizens of Opos are completely unaware of all this. This sense of dislocation between rationality and illusion is indeed wonderful.
Boluogo did not go home immediately, but stopped at the opposite street corner for a long time, looking at the part of the "Kenshi" that was submerged in the clouds. Boluogo was curious about how huge it was. If he could climb up to the roof of the "Kenshi", how big would it be?
Looking down, what would it be like?
At this time, another figure caught Bologg's attention, it was Palmer. He also walked out of the Order Bureau, his face full of bitterness.
Burlogo didn't know about other departments, but judging from the reaction of Palmer, an old employee, the field department was somewhat "notorious."
"Yo! Palmer."
Bologo waved his hand, wanting to say hello to this new colleague, his future partner.
But Palmer didn't seem to notice him. As soon as he walked out of the order bureau, he looked up to the sky and screamed, squatted down and hugged him.
It's better not to disturb him yet.
After experiencing a very harsh ideological struggle, Palmer stood up slowly, probably accepting the reality. He took out the bandana from his pocket very coolly, tied it on his face, blocked his mouth and nose, took out his car keys, and
I jumped directly onto a motorcycle with a sidecar on the side of the road.
Amidst the rumbling sound of the engine, it disappeared at the end of the street with a puff of black smoke.
Burlogo guessed that among the midnight motorcycle gang, Palmer should be one of them.
Looking at the back of the man who left gracefully, Boluogo suddenly remembered the motorcycle he hijacked this morning. It should have turned into a ball of broken metal and fell on the roadside.
Thinking of this, Boluogo felt embarrassed for a while, and then he realized that even if he got the "Key to the Winding Path", it would not be much easier. The field department was just a field worker, and when dealing with extraordinary events, he had to squeeze into the tram and subway.
Something like that seems a little unreasonable.
It seems that he also needs a means of transportation. Looking back at the list, Boluogo wants to buy a lot of things, but he has very little money in his pocket.
He began to wonder whether he should go back and ask Jeffrey about the salary advance and whether the Order Bureau would provide vehicles for the field service.
But... forget it.
Boluogo was not in the mood to deal with these matters, at least not for the time being.
"Sirin Kogadel."
Bologger muttered the formidable name.
At this moment, his mood was completely captured by the implantation ceremony, and the figure of the "Overlord" kept flashing in his mind, lingering in his mind like a nightmare.
Soon, I will usurp his power, use him as the cornerstone, become a condenser, and step into this crazy and extraordinary world.
Although there are various unknown possibilities, "resurrection from the dead" gives me unlimited opportunities for trial and error.
Bologg was not afraid of this. The experience in the dark cell may have been cruel and crazy at the time, but as he came into contact with the supernatural world, Bologg began to appreciate the experience in the dark cell.
Yes, Burlogo is grateful for that experience.
If this thought were known to Jeffrey, this guy might be frightened and shout out, then grab his shoulders, shake himself wildly, and say something like "go see a doctor quickly".
Thinking of this, Boluogo smiled.
Compared to being imprisoned, the experience in the dark cell felt more like a trial and a transformation for Boluogo.
Kill your cowardly self and make your new self stronger and more perfect, thus possessing a will as hard and cold as iron.
It is precisely because of this will that Bologg easily withstood several heavy blows from Eugene. If it were Palmer, such heavy blows would be enough to kill him, but the effect on Bologg was only
It just makes it difficult for him to move forward.
"call……"
Boluogo took a long breath, trying to clear his anxious mind, doing anything casually to pass the time, waiting for the implantation ceremony to come.
After a brief period of confusion, he looked at the street not far away. There was a smell of fragrance, and a big sign was hung on the street, with neon lights flashing on it.
I walked a few steps there and passed by a shop window on the street. There was a TV set inside, and advertisements were playing on it.
A guy dressed funny appeared on the screen, shouting happily.
"What should I eat if I'm hungry in the afternoon?"
After a brief pause, the children rushed in from outside the screen, yelling in unison.
“Delicious shrimp crackers!”
Boluogo looked at the advertisement on the TV and was stunned for two seconds, then laughed uncontrollably.
"What are you doing? It's Dudel! It's definitely Dudel!"
He was like a child, lying on the window display, trying to see clearly what was on the TV.
Dudel danced a happy dance, matching his pretended indifference, like a damn joke, but looking at this, Boluogo couldn't stop laughing and laughing.
Burlogo glanced at the window. There was a billboard inside, painted with colorful colors and a standing sign of Dudel. He was wearing a chef's white clothes and holding a plate of delicious shrimp crackers in his hand.
There is a line of large text written on it.
"Recommended by the famous radio host Dudel, your best companion for the afternoon."
Boluogo read the words on it, and he almost burst into tears with laughter.
"Famous? Radio host?"
As a loyal listener of Dudel, Burlogo knew very well that if Dudel's program had a high listening rate, it would not be broadcast at that time.
He used to often hear Dudel complain after work, saying that if people didn't listen, his show would be stopped.
"Although I am just unemployed, no one will play music for everyone anymore. Is this really good?"
Dudel burst into tears on the radio at the time.
Fortunately, the program stabilized in the end and is still alive today.
"Wow, did Dudel get an ad?"
Boluogo wiped the tears from his laughter. He had always thought that he was a person who was very good at controlling his expressions, but for some reason, when he saw Dudel's appearance and heard his voice, he felt like he was being poked into laughter.
The same thing happened, and his expression instantly lost control.
"When you have a chance to connect the electricity, please give him some advice."
Bologg muttered that he felt that Dudel was very suitable for a job such as a talk show. Then looking at the guy on the sign, Bologg felt that he really had no reason to refuse.
After pushing open the door of the restaurant, Boluogo walked directly in.
"Bring me one of those delicious shrimp crackers, yes! The one Dudel has."
…
After eating and drinking, Boluogo looked out the window at the streets. The sky was already getting darker. Because of the haze of Opos, it got dark very early here.
The delicious shrimp crackers are indeed delicious, but they are still not as delicious as I remember.
Thinking of this, Boluogo's expression dimmed for a moment, and then he remembered that he had never seen Adele.
"I have to find time to go there."
Boluogo looked at the busy traffic outside the window and said slightly lonely.
Shortly after Adele's death, her family held a funeral for her.
They believed that Adele's death was just an accident, and Bologna could not say anything more and could only remain silent. Fortunately, they allowed themselves to attend the funeral.
Boluogo still remembered that day when he borrowed an ill-fitting formal suit from Jeffrey and bought a bouquet of flowers from a street flower shop.
During the funeral, he stood far away until everyone else was about to leave, and then Boluogo walked over and laid his own flowers on the tombstone covered with flowers.
Adele was hidden in the countryside far away from Opos. It was a nice place. Many religious people were buried there. Crosses and tombstones stood as densely as weeds.
There is no haze or clouds, and the early morning sunshine can easily shine on the tombstone. It is surrounded by green grass and flowers. The tombkeeper is a good old man, and he maintains the cemetery diligently.
After the funeral, Boluogo began to hunt, kicking off a crazy revenge.
He never stopped, until now.
Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of the messy thoughts from his mind, Boluogo decided to postpone his visit to Adele. He didn't want to go empty-handed.
If possible, he hopes to be able to stain his hands with the blood of his enemies and appear in front of Adele's tombstone.
This would be a nice gift.
After checking out and leaving, the warm atmosphere was no longer replaced by the coldness of the night. It was already October, and winter was about to come to this city. Boluogo remembered that a year ago, not long after
Released from prison in the cold winter.
"It's so fast, it's been a year in a flash."
Boluogo sighed, a new life, a new job, a new future.
Everything looks so good, but this is not enough. Bologg cannot say goodbye to the past completely, at least, he cannot do it before the death of his enemy.
Putting his hands in his pockets, he lowered his head and blended into the hurried crowd, becoming one of the vast crowds.
