Palmer completely sank into the sofa, covering his face with the pillow as if to avoid the problem.
"As you said, Wosilin only has you. Even if you are everything in her world, she can no longer bear the life without you, so she becomes that weird look."
While Borrogo was speaking, he did not stop writing the pen in his hand. It was obvious that he regarded Palmer as an observation sample.
"Haven't you noticed this before?" Boluogo hesitated and thought of an appropriate word, "Wossilin is overly possessive of you?"
Palmer shook his head, "We didn't have many friends before, let alone the violation of possessiveness, so I never felt anything. It wasn't until I came home this time that I realized something was wrong."
"Think about my engagement..." Palmer said in hindsight.
Hearing what he said, Bologo also noticed this problem, and he said tentatively, "Could it be that your engagement with her is also a manifestation of possessiveness?"
Boluogo was surprised by his analysis, "This makes sense. If you go to work thousands of miles away, who knows who you will meet, you might be fascinated by the women outside, Wosselin
Let’s just stop doing it and catch you from the legal perspective first.”
Palmer almost sunk completely into the sofa.
"Well...what are you worried about?"
Seeing Palmer's appearance, Boluogo asked again, "You love her, she loves you, and you two are engaged. Is there any problem?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
A dull voice sounded from under the pillow. Palmer picked up the pillow and sat up, saying very seriously.
"I think maybe I'm not ready yet."
"Ready to get married?"
"Probably, I'm different from a bastard like Se Lei. I'm very loyal. When I think that my life no longer belongs to me, but I have to share it completely with another person, and I have to bear part of her.
…I’m not saying that I’m afraid of taking responsibility, but I’m afraid, what if I can’t do it?
Falling in love is fun, but marriage is responsibility."
Palmer said to himself, "I finally got over that hurdle before and felt that I could face Vosilin, but after I got over it, the deeper connection gave me a headache again."
"Indeed, after all, the connection between you and Vosilin is so close, and there is no other development direction except marriage." Boluogo nodded and collected the sample data very seriously.
"By the way, what have you been writing?" Palmer asked.
"Some things that may offend you, I suggest you don't continue to ask." Boluogo remained calm.
Palmer sighed and lay down again.
"Suddenly I feel like I have grown up."
"Palmer, you have been an adult for many years."
"I mean psychologically, from a boy to a man."
"It doesn't matter. With your current mental state, it seems that you are still a boy. If you want to transform into a man like Fern, you still have a long way to go."
"Maybe it doesn't need a long journey, maybe a marriage is enough."
"Tamed into a real man?"
"Domesticated, domesticated, this word sounds so weird. It really sounds like I am a wild dog running wild," Palmer's voice lowered, "and then restrained by a warm nest."
"I saw this statement in a book," Borogo recalled. "I liked that book very much."
Boluogo continued, "You are a free wild dog. One day you met someone, fell in love with her, and felt that you couldn't live without her. In order to be with her, you would rather give up your freedom and wear a
The shackles named her go with her."
"That sounds terrible."
"It's not bad. The wild dog's freedom was not really deprived. He took the initiative to wear the shackles and expressed his commitment and investment in love in this way, just like the signature of the alliance contract."
Palmer looked at the ceiling, his eyes a little lost. Boluogo knew that it was meaningless to continue talking to this boy about these things. He was still in love and had no preparation for marriage. Instead of taking advantage of this kind of future.
If something is pressing on his brain, why not help him solve the problem at hand?
Boluogo sat closer and said, "Worsilin will come sooner or later, right?"
"Yes, I'm talking about dying, but I'm already helping her look at the house, asking her to live closer to me, or simply live in the farmhouse. As for work matters, it depends on how the decision-making room arranges it.
.”
Burlogo knew that Palmer was a guy who liked to complain and say what was going on, but when it came to reality, he was still very reliable.
"Actually, I can move out," Bologg looked around the living room, "or you can move out, but it may be a lot more troublesome for you to move."
"Huh?" Palmer's voice rose, "We are partners!"
"Adding one more roommate?" Bologo asked, "Then we might have to move to a bigger house."
Palmer was completely depressed. It seemed that he didn't want to discuss matters related to Wosillin for the time being. Thinking about it, he and Wosillin had always maintained a distance over the years. It was inevitable that the distance suddenly narrowed.
Become flustered.
"Maybe I'm afraid of becoming like my dad," Palmer said in a very low voice.
Palmer was used to being free, and it was hard for him to imagine himself looking like Vaughn, a completely different look.
"Why don't we talk about work, how is the situation of the Night Clan?" Palmer asked.
"No, if one appears, kill one, if two appear, kill a pair." After long-term hunting, Bologo has become very good at hunting these bloodthirsty monsters. "Among the undead I have faced, Night
The tribe is relatively easy to kill, and only silverware and sunlight can limit their immortality to a great extent."
"Our next job is to continue hunting the Night Clan?"
Boluogo said, "No, listening to Lebius, the decision-making room may want us to solve the problem of the Great Rift."
Palmer obviously knew what kind of problems lurked in the Great Rift, and his expression suddenly fell. The light was about to be extinguished, the ruins of the sacred city were about to be completely annihilated, and the evil in this world was about to break through the seal...
"It's really terrible. I'm just a believer."
In the past, the rank of a believer could handle many problems, but as things developed, if Palmer was randomly thrown into an incident, he didn't think he had a chance of survival.
I can only hope for my own good luck.
"As for the Great Rift, we don't need to worry about it. The decision-making room is making preparations. All we need to do is implement it," Bologo said. "I still care about the Night Clan. Next, I plan to visit Serre.
.”
"Then you may have to go tomorrow," said Palmer.
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't you hear? Sere is sleeping, but it's not a long-term sleep, it's a literal sleep," Palmer explained Sere's recent condition to Bolog. "Now he goes out and drinks at night.
He would fall asleep as soon as he came back, repeating this cycle to show his harmlessness. Obviously, he was sending a signal to everyone that 'this matter has nothing to do with me'."
Palmer looked at the time and said, "In other words, Sere is sleeping now. Unless he sleeps enough, no one can wake him up, let alone the endless corridor in the Undead Club. If he
If he doesn't come out on his own initiative, few people will be able to find his room."
"I also believe that this matter has nothing to do with Sere," Bologo said. "The Undead Club also has its own rules, such as completely withdrawing from the world."
Palmer said, "But as the Lord of the Night Clan, he must know something."
"Yes, I have to find a way to pry something out of his mouth."
"But he is Sere. Putting aside whether you can beat him or not, are you sure the interrogation will be useful to him?" Palmer said and made a chokehold.
"Why fight with him?" Boluogo was confused.
"Otherwise? Do you know any other interrogation methods besides using violence to extract confessions?"
Palmer never denied that Bologna was a master of turning violence into an art form, but he felt that this master was a little too path-dependent.
Boluogo's thinking froze for a moment, and he also realized that if he asked directly, Sere would definitely remain silent and use violence. He might not know who would use violence against whom. No matter how old he was, Sere would
After all, he was once the Lord of the Night Clan, who knows what kind of power he possesses.
A figure that was about to be forgotten by Boluogo suddenly appeared in front of Boluogo. Boluogo instinctively realized that this person might be the key to prying Sere away.
"Do you still remember the incident where we raided the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce before the timeline chaos incident?" Bologo asked.
"Of course I remember." Palmer nodded. It was his first experience in a large-scale operation.
At Burlogo's reminder, a similar figure appeared in Palmer's almost forgotten memory.
"Have you encountered it too?" Palmer asked hesitantly.
"Of course, I just treat it as a coincidence, but it seems that this may be the key to the problem," Bologo said.
