Boluogo has killed many people in his life, but rarely loves anyone. The word love is as foreign to Boluogo as the other side of the distant world, something he has never thought of or expected.
He was like a rebellious child in adolescence. He felt that he was the savior chosen by heaven, the retribution for punishing the wicked, and the evil spirit pursuing blood revenge, but he had never thought about this thing that was close to reality and close to him.
When something like this happened, Boluogo only felt a sense of panic and surprise, followed by a little fear.
Boluogo has become accustomed to this kind of life, putting knives into other people's bodies, or having other people's knives pierce their chests. He is accustomed to such cruel days. Even if he endures them for ten years in one breath, it will not be enough for him.
Just a short gap.
But this thing is different, it's so different.
This reminded Bologg of the story Cinderella once told.
Boluogo is like the whale living in the deep sea. He has been drifting in the cold and deep ocean all his life. The so-called land is just an elusive and forbidden land for him. As for the high mountains, it is even more...
It's unimaginable.
Now, Boluogo, the whale, was thrown into the mountains by Aimu. Facing the strange scene around him, Boluogo's heart was filled with strange emotions.
Bologg was horrified by this terrible change, but he was also happy... It was unbelievable that Bologg thought that he would be insulated from it for the rest of his life...
"Huh?" Aimu looked at Boluogo's completely stunned expression and asked, "Do you want to say something?"
"I……"
Boluogo couldn't say a complete sentence. His appearance made Aimu laugh, and Aimu almost leaned back with laughter.
"You're so stupid."
Aimu covered her mouth and smiled. This was the first time she had seen Boluogo like this. His expression was completely frozen and his eyes were dull.
Boluogo wanted to defend something, "No, I... I just..."
"It's not what?" Aimu suddenly approached again, "Huh? Tell me."
Boluogo's words were stuck in his throat, and Aimu took advantage of the victory. At this moment, Aimu regained the feeling of teasing Boluogo. It felt good to regain the initiative, which made Aimu feel a sense of full control and desire.
Desire to win.
"You want to defend yourself but you can't, and you refuse to accept this reality... Boluogo, you are so stubborn."
Aimu raised his hand and put it on Boluogo's shoulder, and said softly, "Are you not shy anymore?"
Bologo struggled to control his facial expression.
"Speaking of which, I've never seen you shy before," Aimu became curious, "Are you really shy?"
Boluogo had a straight face and stiffly shook his head.
Seeing Boluogo's appearance, Aimu suddenly had an inexplicable impulse. She wanted to rub Boluogo's face hard, make his hair into a chicken nest, and break Boluogo's inexplicable...
reserved.
"It's really not easy. You would actually talk to me about this kind of thing. I thought a strong man like you wouldn't have any worries or internal conflicts."
The topic finally came back under control. Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am not a pure iron man, at least my heart is still soft."
"Then why don't you talk to Palmer about this? Is his condition also very bad? What about Sere? He knows a lot, has experienced a lot, and is an immortal like you.
"
Aimu shot back, "Why not tell them, but me?"
"Am I different?"
The finishing move appears.
Bologg felt like he was suffocating. Aimu was like a deer, jumping around the beached whale, and occasionally nudged him twice with his horns. Bologg had nowhere to escape.
"you……"
Bologg thought about how to explain the specialness of Aimu, and then he suddenly realized that Aimu was special... Bologg had never thought of such a thing before, it was like acting close to instinct, and
Never thought about why this happens.
He was so focused on his work that Bologg neglected many things, many good things.
"Bologo?"
Aimu called Bolog's name again, and Bolog looked at him instinctively and responded, "What's wrong?"
A little warmth came from Boluogo's forehead, and then Boluogo realized that Aimu had raised her hand and pressed it on her forehead. She looked at him with a smile, as if she was trying to play a prank.
"Bologo, are you cold?"
"ah?"
Aimu narrowed his eyes, and a glimmer of light floated in his eyes, "During the time we were talking, your heart rate increased a lot, as did your breathing frequency, and so did your body temperature. If you didn't have cold hands and a cold, you would be...
…”
"Okay, okay, stop for a moment."
Boluogo couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he kept a straight face and pretended to be calm, Aimu could still analyze his various performances, and even said that she could activate secret powers to peer into his heart.
Too bad, Bologg once again felt the powerlessness from Aimu. She was like a cunning wild cat. Sometimes she would nuzzle you affectionately, and sometimes she would bite you hard and then run away.
.
"What are you stopping for?" Aimu looked harmless, "Are we doing anything?"
Boluogo turned his head away and rubbed his face vigorously, as if he was trying to break a thin layer of ice that had solidified on his face.
After all, this kind of thing is still too unfamiliar to him. Boluogo is not good at it at all, so he was tricked by Amu.
When Boluogo gathered his mood and prepared himself to fight Aimu for three hundred rounds, showing off his heroic demeanor as a professional, Aimu suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to ask for something from Boluogo.
"Um?"
"What are you talking about? Where are the things?"
"what?"
"Weapons that were lost."
"Oh oh oh."
At this time, Boluogo remembered that his main goal in finding Aimu was to entrust Aimu to repair the alchemical weapons affected by the plague of decay. If possible, Boluogo also hoped that Aimu could use this to strengthen them.
But now it seems that such a request is a bit forced on Aimu. Her work is so busy now, and if I add more workload to her, it will only tire her out.
"Why did it get so bad again? Didn't I just repair it?"
Aimu took over the Phantom Dagger. In the battle of Mist Abyss Fortress, it was the most severely damaged alchemical weapon.
Boluogo whispered, "I'm sorry."
Aimu played with the phantom dagger and looked at Boluogo with a bit of disgust. For an alchemist, alchemy weapons are pieces of art that need careful maintenance. But in Boluogo's hands, they are as good as
Consumables are just as cheap.
Boluogo's newly surged momentum slumped again when Aimu changed the topic. After all, he was indeed in the wrong on this point, and at this time Boluogo had not realized that Aimu used this method to once again
Suppressed myself.
"Where's the reward?"
"remuneration?"
Aimu put away the phantom dagger and said, "I can't keep working for you for free. This is the first time."
"I thought……"
"What do you think? You think I can work for free?"
Aimu covered his mouth slightly, looking surprised and sad, "Oh my god, what am I in your eyes? Free labor?"
This time Aimu pretended to be too fake, maybe she did it on purpose to lure the enemy deeper.
Boluogo was almost knocked unconscious and said loudly, "Be normal!"
"Alright alright."
Aimu put away her expression and waved her hands, but from the bottom of her eyes, Boluogo could still see a bit of disdain, as if she was too weak and could not resist so easily.
Boluogo had a headache.
"What about the remuneration?" Aimu insisted, "I charge a lot of money."
"How much do you need?" Bologo added, "I have a lot of savings."
Boluogo's daily expenses are very small. He has three daily meals in the cafeteria of the Bureau of Order. The only entertainment activities are also held in the Undead Club, and as a member, he naturally does not have to pay for it.
His only big expenses were rent and the purchase of DVDs, but even so, Palmer shared part of it for him.
So in his third year of work, Boluogo accumulated a considerable fortune.
"You have enough money to pay the down payment," Palmer said after knowing it. "As for the loan, it is even easier. You are an immortal anyway, so you can pay it back slowly."
Boluogo has no intention of buying a house. Let’s not talk about the nature of his profession and whether it will lead to enemies knocking on the door. The terrible situation in Oath City Opos alone is not suitable for any investment action.
Anyway, there are beds in the Immortal Club, so if you can’t afford it, just stay there.
"Um……"
Aimu thought for a while, and his tone suddenly became stronger, "Do you think I am the kind of layman who can be moved by money?"
"ah?"
Boluogo's mind was completely confused. Just when he was trying to clear his mind, Aimu suddenly stood up.
"That's it for now. I'll help you fix this thing. As for the reward, I'll figure it out later."
She didn't give Boluoge any chance to speak, and then waved her hand to Boluogo, "Go back to work, let's go!"
After saying that, Aimu left quickly and disappeared on the observation tower, leaving only Boluogo alone, looking at a loss in the cold wind.
Boluogo's feeling at this moment was extremely strange. It was no longer as simple as being left to dry in the mountains, but not long after he lay down, a group of lively deer stepped on his body and turned over.
The whale turned over and tried to knock down some disturbing deer with a flick of its tail, but when it came to its senses, they had already disappeared into the dense forest.
Boluoge suddenly felt so frustrated that he couldn't even hit the cotton with all his strength.
It wasn't until Aimu entered the elevator that the smile on her face faded away. She stayed there for a few seconds, then put her head on the corner of the elevator and murmured to herself.
"I...what have I done?"
His mind was so hot that he actually did these things. He knew clearly that he shouldn't do this, but looking at Boluogo's look, Aimu couldn't control himself no matter what.
It's hard not to touch a stray cat as you pass by.
As if to control his emotions, the flesh and blood body was replaced by cold metal, but there was still an unstoppable buzzing sound in Aimu's body. After a few seconds, the machine cracked, and hot steam spurted out instantly, filling the elevator.
between.
When the elevator arrived at the sublimation furnace core, the elevator door opened, and Aimu walked out of the surging mist. This shocked several passing researchers. While they thought Aimu's appearance was very handsome, they also wondered whether the elevator was out of control.
What's wrong?
It's really strange. Logically speaking, this kind of problem won't happen in the office.
…
Palmer is a noisy guy, like a child who is afraid of being alone. He will turn on the lights in the living room, play loud music, or turn on the TV, and there will be no peace for a moment.
When Bologg returned home with mixed emotions, the room was dark and extremely quiet. The noisy Palmer was not at home. Bologg guessed that he should be in the practice room, training day and night.
.
Boluogo didn't have any idea to dissuade Palmer. Now his mind was full of anger and motivation. Palmer needed to do something to consume this energy. While he was tired, his violent consciousness would also be temporarily restored.
of tranquility.
Forgetting those things that touched his heartstrings, Boluogo sat on the sofa and leaned against the soft cushions. He tried to calm down his heart, but Aimu's words emerged from his mind like a magic spell.
This made Boluogo feel a little ashamed...perhaps he is really as shy and reserved as Aimu said.
Sometimes it is difficult for a person to recognize his true face, and Boluogo needs help from others, just like a mirror, reflecting his true appearance.
A question emerged in Boluogo's mind, why did he resist and defend?
Are those things too unfamiliar to me?
As an expert, Boluogo never dislikes unfamiliar things. As long as he contacts, tries and learns, anything unfamiliar will not be difficult for him.
But this time it's different.
Bologg fell into silence for a long time, until the too quiet atmosphere made Bologg feel a little uncomfortable.
The conversation with Aimu soothed Bologg's heart, but it also brought more questions. Bologg thought, turned on the radio, and after waiting for a while, a familiar voice sounded in the darkness.
"Hello listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"
Due to his busy work schedule, Bologg hadn't heard Dudel's voice for a while. Now that he heard those familiar words, he felt like he was reunited with an old friend.
Dudel's chattering voice drove away the loneliness, and Boluogo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bustling city.
Bologg remembered the last scene recorded in The Child of Narration. Bologg remembered that street and the flower shop.
Previously, Boluogo had been puzzled as to why Church would take the initiative to expose himself.
Destroy the plague of decay and save the city?
This sounds like a good reason, but Bologg feels that the reason is not enough. You must know that Church is just an intelligence agent, and the rule of avoiding direct combat has been engraved in his instinct... This is what Bologg should do.
The thing to do, not him.
This incomprehension was understood through the conversation with Aimu, as time passed, and as Bologo thought about himself.
Thinking of the flowers that Church was carrying when they found him...a small and somewhat ridiculous reason.
In this way, the reason became sufficient. Realizing this, Boluogo even wanted to cheer for Church and praise him for his crazy move.
"You love this city and the people in this city, and for all this, you even go against your own nature."
Boluogo sighed.
"Oh my god..."
Bologg is a person who considers himself rational, but the so-called love is anti-rational. Bologg doesn't like things that are anti-rational, but he doesn't want to spurn love.
Like a tempting poison, Boluogo was helpless in the face of it.
This is the case for everyone, it is inevitable and will eventually be faced.
