This was not a name given by his parents, but was given to Boluogo by an unknown friend.
"For a long time, I didn't pay much attention to this matter. After all, my parents are illiterate. If they were asked to choose a name, they probably wouldn't be able to come up with a better one. They also said that I am different.
child.
My parents have great expectations for me. They often say that my achievements will far exceed those of my parents, so I should have a name like a king, instead of being casual like a fallen leaf like them.
"
Bologg completely relaxed. In his memory, this was the first time he told someone about his past like this. This was not only retelling it for Aimu, Bologg was also recounting it, gradually recalling his own life.
A bizarre life.
Looking back on the past, Boluogo thinks that he still maintains a sound mind today, and is grateful to those who have given him blessings.
Relying on the help of others, Boluogo went further and further. He did not fall into darkness or become decadent.
Bologna couldn't think of a better ending.
"Names are magical," suddenly, Bologo said, "This is what I learned after realizing the existence of the devil."
To call a devil, you first need to know its name.
Aimu remained patient, looked at Boluogo sideways, and listened to his words.
Boluogo said, "Sometimes I wonder if my name has any meaning. Unfortunately, I will never have the chance to know this secret."
Aimu said, "You can give meaning to yourself."
"Um……"
Boluogo sat up straight, holding his hands on the railing, and continued to tell Aimu about his past fantasies.
"I didn't like Redwood Town when I was a kid. It was my hometown, but I hated it. I wanted to see the bigger world instead of being imprisoned here. When I grew up, I took over my father's ax and became a human being.
A lumberjack..."
Boluogo continued, "For countless afternoons, I have imagined that I would secretly board a merchant's carriage and let them take me away from this place. I would go to a new town and, like a wandering child, board a carriage.
At the end of the train, let it take me to another, bigger world."
"But you didn't do that."
"Yeah, even though there was a sense of strangeness, I still couldn't let go of my parents. It wasn't until I joined the army that it was the first time I left that town, and then I never went back."
Boluogo sighed, "To this day, the first half of my life is so strange, like an illusion."
"Sometimes I have a strange thought, and I wonder if the first half of my life was really just a dream."
Aimu asked, "Why do you think so?"
"My memories of the past are extremely unfamiliar to me, and I... myself am deeply involved in the mystery."
The figure of the astronaut appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes again. In the dark and gray world, he watched all kinds of things about himself in the open-air cinema.
Maybe he is watching me right now.
Burlogo emphasized, "The most important thing is that there is nothing that can prove my past existence, Aimu."
An indescribable chill spread in the heart of Boluogo. Boluogo had never been a person who recalled the past excessively. As an undead, he only had an unknown future in his eyes.
The past is the past, and it cannot be changed no matter how much you struggle with it, so why waste time on it?
But as he chatted with Aimu, Boluogo gradually fell into memories. The past that he had never cared about became confusing at this moment, like a bomb buried in his heart that exploded today.
"I can clearly recall every day of my military career, but the things that happened in Redwood Town were so dim... It's strange. When I was living in the black jail, I never thought of recalling these things. Every time
My memories stopped abruptly when I started serving in the army, as if that part of my life didn't exist at all."
"I'm different from you, Aimu," Bologg said. "The past, which is like a dream to you, actually exists. There is too much evidence to prove the existence of Alice."
"But I'm different." A strong sense of strangeness filled Boluogo's mind. He lowered his head in confusion and muttered to himself, "I can't find that town. It seems to have disappeared out of thin air. After so many years,
In the past, the people who knew what I experienced in the small town have long since passed away."
"It's really strange, Aimu, now it seems that nothing can prove the existence of Redwood Town, and no one can prove that I lived there..."
Boluogo fell silent and whispered in his heart.
only one person.
There is only one person who can prove the past of Bologg's strange mold lake, the one who has known about his "afterlife" from the beginning.
astronaut……
Boluogo suddenly realized one thing. If his "afterlife" was inseparable from the astronauts, then he had already fallen into the eyes of the astronauts since he came to this world. Why didn't he wait until the fall of the Holy City?
Only then did he sign a blood contract with himself.
Pairs of invisible hands grabbed Boluogo, and they dragged Boluogo's body hard, bringing double pressure on the mind and body. They tried to pull him into the bottomless abyss with hoarse screams.
"Bologo!"
The call interrupted Boluogo's random thoughts, and Aimu looked at him nervously, "Are you okay?"
Bologg's expression was a little dull. It took him a few seconds to realize the ugly appearance he had just made. Bologg took a deep breath and tried to regain his emotional stability and look at his past calmly and rationally.
"It's nothing, just some random thoughts."
Boluogo pressed his face hard, and the strong touch kept him awake.
"I began to wonder if my focus on the future was a kind of escape, so that I could forget the troubles of the past."
"Don't think too much, Boluogo," Aimu comforted and encouraged, "If there is a problem, then solve it."
Aimu said, "You are no longer the child you were back then, but a believer, the best field staff of the Order Bureau, and an adult who can act on your own."
Boluogo hesitated for a moment, showed a relieved smile, and said to himself, "Yes, I have enough time to solve these things."
Standing up, he still had a mission. Boluogo stopped thinking about these things. If all of this was related to astronauts, he would be able to figure it out sooner or later.
Returning to the car, Palmer actually woke up and was sitting by the window, happily wiping the alchemical weapon in his hand.
This is the trophy that Palmer brought back from the Fengyuan Highlands... Anyway, he described it as a trophy. In fact, it was a gift from Vonn to Palmer, saying it was to celebrate his good son's successful promotion to a believer.
Alchemy Arms·Storm Feather.
This is a flying knife that is similar in shape to a feather. It is small and delicate overall, with extremely sharp edges. Palmer did not tell Bologo about the specific effect, saying that Bologg would know it when needed.
Looking at the heartless smile on Palmer's face, Bologo actually envied this guy and wanted to cut open his head to see what kind of structure could produce Palmer's mentality.
.
Sitting opposite Palmer, Bologo took a long breath, recalling the strange events in the past that gave him a headache.
Palmer asked, "How long until we get to Freeport?"
Boluogo said, "What, are you impatient?"
"I just want to get back to work quickly," Palmer defended.
Aimu ignored the quarrel between the two. She lay by the car window and looked at the passing scenery. This was Aimu's first long-distance trip by train, and she was very curious about everything along the way.
Jeffrey pushed open the door and walked out, "Don't be impatient, we expect to arrive at the Freeport early the day after tomorrow."
"It stands to reason that the Order Bureau should be able to mobilize a special train to transport us. Why do we have to follow this group of people around?" Palmer continued his complaint.
"Because the special train of the Bureau of Order is carrying others forward."
As he spoke, Jeffrey threw a report towards Palmer. It had just been printed, and the ink on it was still fresh.
This exclusive carriage is also equipped with the communication equipment of the field department. This is why the special operations team will bring Uriel with them in this operation.
"Not only are we heading towards the Free Port, the sixth group has also been dispatched. They are riding a special train and their speed is much faster than us. As soon as they approached the Free Port last night, they were attacked by the Zongge Band."
Boluogo said, "The sixth group is drawing firepower for us?"
"That's right, one is responsible for attacking sheep, and the other is responsible for secretly infiltrating," Jeffrey explained, "We are the latter."
"Is it all done by the Zongge Band?"
Palmer flipped through a few pages and put away the smile on his face. The Zongge Band blocked all routes from Opos to Freeport to a certain extent, vowing to prevent the Bureau of Order from interfering.
"Yes, the enemies we face this time are very stubborn. They are ready to fight us to the death for the original thing."
Jeffrey said to himself.
"I am becoming more and more curious about what the original thing is."
