Osana was surprisingly honest, "You also know the tension between the Bureau of Order and the Secret Group. I have to make sure that you don't do anything bad. You must know that you are a defender."
The Fortress Defender is one level lower than the Glory One, but it is equally deadly. In the convention of the extraordinary world, if a high-level Sublime One steps into another person's territory without permission, it can be regarded as a declaration of war, which shows the terror of a high-level Sublime One.
Destructive power.
"Even if the relationship is tense, it's not so tense, right?" Boluogo asked back, "Your behavior is full of distrust of the Bureau of Order."
"Stop saying such naive things. Do you believe in trust?" Osana asked.
"Of course, I strongly believe that one of the deeply rooted regulations of the Bureau of Order is almost blind and stupid trust," Bologo further explained, "This is not a derogatory meaning."
"What about when you face people outside the order?"
When Osana saw that Boluogo didn't answer immediately, there was a rare smile on her cold expression, a mocking smile, "Look, you know it very well, don't you?"
"So don't let us waste time with some quarrels. You don't like this, and I'm not good at it either." Osana straightened her hair, and for the first time, Bologg's figure appeared in her unfocused eyes.
"Then what do you want?" Boluogo asked sincerely, "After I can't talk to many people, I will fight. Don't you think the same way?"
Boluogo stretched his muscles, and in front of Osana, he generously placed his hand on the hilt of the sword of Resentment. His other hand was lowered, ready to grab the saw ax at any time.
There was an aura of hostility lingering all over his body, and Boluogo was not kidding about this.
"Are you going to start a fight here? I never resist others' invitations to fight."
Boluogo was full of confidence, not only because of his trust and recognition of his own strength, but also because this was a land of secrets. Even if he was wounded all over, the damage would still be the property of the secret groups.
"Are all the people in your Order Bureau such war madmen?"
Osana has no desire to take action. On the one hand, taking action against Bologo will only make the tense situation between the Bureau of Order and the Secret Groups worse. On the other hand, it is what Bologo thinks. Here is
The property of the Order of Secrets.
"No, there are only a few people like me who are keen on using violence to solve problems." Boluogo released his sword hilt.
"Violence cannot solve all problems."
"But you have to admit that violence is indeed an efficient and convenient method," Boluogo praised. "You don't want to engage in a months-long war of words with the enemy at the negotiation table, do you? The slobbering is disgusting.
of."
Osana couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, she was amused by Boluogo.
"So what are you going to do? Even if you want to spy on me, there is no need to be so upright, right? Besides, it is really an honor and an uneasy feeling for a Duke to come in person."
As he spoke, Bologo turned around and faced Osana. This move completely exposed his back, as well as the clothes and wounds cut by the dagger.
Osana also noticed this, "Are you hurt?"
"It's nothing. I am an immortal and have some strange habits." Bologg stretched out his hand to touch the wound on his back and found a scarlet patch, "such as self-mutilation or something like that."
Boluogo touched it a few more times, and the blood stains disappeared. He said with a smile, "It heals quickly, don't worry."
He added, "Thank you for your concern."
While Borogo was talking to Osana, Olivia was also using the whistle to have a silent conversation with Borogo.
"What are you doing?"
Olivia asked nervously when she saw Boluogo deliberately exposing his wounds.
"I want to test whether you will be discovered by her," Boluogo said. "It seems that you are not cognitively distorted or optically hidden. Otherwise, at this distance, Osana
If you observe carefully, you should find some clues."
Boluogo made no secret of his temptation to Olivia, "How on earth did you do that?"
"Are you crazy?" Olivia was full of anger.
"Are you trying to make me powerless? Feel free to do it, but you have to know that Osana is staring at me?" Boluogo felt that he had a chance to win.
Olivia fell completely silent, maintaining absolute silence, hiding around Bologna to avoid being discovered by Osana, while the conversation between Bologna and Osana continued.
"I have no enmity against you, Boluogo."
Osana's tone was sincere, and the cold temperament on her body became much lighter.
Boluogo showed his strength as always, "I know that you should not be hostile."
Osana was not irritated by Boluogo. Seeing that her mood was so stable, Boluogo took the initiative to apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I just hate your inexplicable sense of superiority."
"I know that this is the stereotype that the outside world has about us, but it is indeed some of our problems," Osana sighed, "I try to make myself humble."
"I have noticed that compared to your two attendants, you are undoubtedly much better." Boluoge looked around, "Shall we change places to chat first?"
Unknowingly, there were many more pedestrians on the roadside. Everyone pretended to be busy with their own business, but their peripheral vision turned towards this place.
Boluogo can understand their mood. The people living in the outer ring of the tower are all disabled people, the bottom existence of the group of secrets. Now the legendary Duke of Rhapsody appears on the street. Even if he can't bow and kneel down, he can't help but look at it more.
Take a few glances to see what the difference is between yourself and these superior guys.
"Okay," Osana nodded and led Boluogo, "Follow me."
"Where are you taking me?" Boluogo followed her.
"Rather than these, let's talk to me first."
"A test?"
"So be it," Osana walked into the shadow of the alley, her voice coming from the darkness, "If you pass, I will show you what I want you to see."
"why me?"
"You are an immortal. Even if there is an accident, you will not die. Even if you only have one head left, you can still survive with difficulty."
Bologo somewhat understood what Osana meant. When he followed Osana through the alley, the eye-catching and gorgeous clothes on Osana disappeared, replaced by an extremely ordinary outfit, just like the ones on the street.
Just like passersby.
The two waited on the side of the road for a while. A bus came slowly. There were not many passengers on it, only a few. The driver was dozing off, and the vehicle was rusty, as if it had been in operation for many years.
"I thought that the Hidden Land was full of exquisite creations like towers, but I didn't expect there to be such shabby things."
Boluogo and Osana sat in the back row, from where they could observe everyone in the car.
"There is no absolutely perfect existence in the world, just like the hidden land also has its own flaws." Osana said.
"That is to say, you also regard the disabled people at the lower level as part of yourself and as your own flaws?" Bologo was slightly surprised.
"No," Osana shook her head, "Only a small number of people agree with this, and more people think that the disabled are the same as ordinary people, and they are existences that should be eliminated, and they are not our kind."
She smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "First, we separate the sublimation people from the humans, and then the sublime people and the disabled people. What do you think this place will look like in the future?"
This is not difficult for Boluogo to guess, "Just classify them according to their rank. Their identities are constantly subdivided, and the resources for power and enjoyment are also constantly divided."
"I guess so," Osana leaned against the car window and looked out at the changing scene. "I can't help these people explicitly, otherwise the extremists in the parliament will think that I have tarnished the sanctity of the Condenser."
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"You don't believe in the supremacy of the condenser?"
Boluogo thought he had figured out Osana's thoughts, but Osana shook her head and said in an extremely strong tone.
"On the contrary, I agree with the concept of the supremacy of condensers. It can be said that I am an absolute supporter of this concept."
"But you are different from the supremacist in my impression." Bologo said.
"Those extremists think so too."
"You think you're a moderate?"
"Moderate? No, I think I am the only truther walking on the truly correct path."
"Truth sect? Can you tell me about it?"
Boluogo is full of curiosity about Osana, and so is the invisible Olivia.
"Okay, but before I explain my thoughts, I want to ask you one more question, Bologo," Osana continued, "When such morbid distinctions continue to be subdivided, do you think the structure of the world will change?"
What will it become?"
Boluogo thought deeply, and the word "Crowned One" came to his mind involuntarily. This person who transcends glory only exists in the imaginary level of greatness.
"A being who surpasses all condensers and masters the supreme power."
Boluogo continued according to his own assumptions, "When he masters this absolute power, it is equivalent to mastering the vast majority, or even all the resources. Everyone's existence is only to serve his existence.
At that time, no one could distinguish between the sublime ones, the disabled ones, and the ordinary people. They were all despicable existences in front of them."
Osana concluded, "The ultimate distiller."
"Even if he has absolute power, the ultimate condenser still has a mortal nature and will be killed by time sooner or later." Osana paused and asked, "But what if this ultimate condenser gains immortality?"
Where is your body?"
This time, Boluogo didn't give an answer. Probably not even Boluogo had thought about this. Instead, the invisible Olivia whispered silently, and the voice rang in Boluogo's mind.
