The follow-up treatment of the Secret Group is much more troublesome than Boluogo imagined. First, he helped the Rhapsody family rebuild its power structure, and then the Bureau of Order further penetrated the Secret Group and took the lead. Knowledge, intelligence, and research were shared with each other.
, integrate these scattered forces and twist them together...
Just the sound of these things is a headache, but fortunately, Bologg is not responsible for these things.
When the troops led by Heine completely occupied the Holy Hub and cleaned out the piles of corpses, under the leadership of the Rhapsody family, a temporary winding door was built. It would land at the transfer station and become the gateway for many
One of the doors leads directly to the headquarters of the Order Bureau and the room.
After confirming safety, a group of logistics staff descended along the Winding Path Gate. They vomited on the spot for three minutes. After simply taking medicine, they immediately got into work enthusiastically.
Field staff are responsible for killing, and logistics staff are responsible for production and operations, each performing their own duties.
Under this intense operation, Boluogo and others were able to relax. There were no enemies in the Hidden Land, so the sword was sheathed.
Then, Boluogo spent several more days in the Hidden Land. During these days, the Hidden Land was still undergoing intense reconstruction and preparation. The end of one war was naturally the beginning of another.
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In the past few days, Boluogo has traveled almost all over the Hidden Land. During this period, he also returned to various areas where he fought previously. At the bottom of the forging pit, Boluogo also saw a group of extremely rare guys.
The fifth group, hunter's bow.
There are many action groups within the Field Support Department that have little sense of existence. They rarely operate in public view, and most of them undertake some very special functions. For example, the eighth group, which has been hiding in the mountains and forests for many years, chasing the ether vortex point, and the disaster early warning team.
, another example is the fourth group, the Desperate Watchers, who had been sticking to the abandoned land before.
The fifth group is also such a special operations group. They are good at tracking. Like bounty hunters, they travel between countries and hunt criminals wanted by the Bureau of Order. In addition, they and other field staff
There is another big difference between them. Almost every member of the fifth team will have an alchemically transformed beast as a partner.
Hounds, falcons, war horses... After targeted specialization, the beasts are like specialized tools, assisting the work of the fifth group.
When Borogo arrived at the underground dock, he saw several members of Team 5 scouting there, with hounds sniffing at the dried blood.
Seemingly noticing Boluogo's curiosity, a staff member named Xinda explained to Boluogo, "We have been chasing the Night Clan recently, and these little things have been trained to attack the Night Clan.
I am extremely sensitive to the smell, and even if a week has passed, I can still detect some clues."
Boluogo nodded and watched a hound walking past his feet. It had strong muscles, a collar like a thorn around its neck, and a layer of defensive chainmail on its back.
Boluogo had no doubt that this ghost could kill a first-stage sublime person in one bite if necessary. This kind of specialized alchemy creature was actually just a trivial thing in Xinda's mouth.
The hound circled Boluogo several times, its eyes gradually becoming alert, and threatening grunts came from its throat.
"Is it trying to attack me?" Bologo asked.
"Quiet, this is not an enemy."
Xinda said as she slapped the hound on the head, a light blow that knocked the dog's head sideways. Such a big hound made a sound of grievance and turned around to continue searching.
Boluogo's expression was a little complicated. At this time, he couldn't help but think of Laika, the big dog that was as big as a beast and Palmer's childhood friend.
"Sorry, it just smells the strong Night Clan blood on you," Xinda explained, "Even after various specializations, they are still not as smart as humans and cannot handle overly complicated things. They need an animal trainer to be there.
Guidance from the side.”
Bologo expressed his understanding that communication between people is strenuous enough, let alone people and other living things.
"Is it behavioral? Or tacit understanding, you seem to understand what it says." Boluogo asked curiously.
“There are all related factors, but the most important thing is long-term training and running-in,” Xinda said. “This is related to our tradition. Every member who joins the fifth group will receive a partner and raise them since childhood.
, and along with our promotion, we will carry out alchemical transformation on it."
Xinda smiled at Boluogo, "In the long run, with some special means, we can communicate with it to a certain extent, just like a strange secret power."
Boluogo looked at the back of the hound searching. In addition to it, there were several hounds sniffing on the dock.
"Any clues?"
Boluogo glanced at the churning underground river. The night tribes who were disobedient to the royal court relied on this secret passage to continuously transport blood people out. If you follow the underground river to the end, you may be able to find something.
"We found it, but it's not really a discovery," Xinda explained. "On the first day of investigation, we moved along this underground river and arrived at an outlet. There was an abandoned outpost on the coast.
The station has not been abandoned for a long time, so it should have happened that day."
Boluogo responded slightly disappointedly, "Okay, I understand."
"Don't be so impatient, take it step by step, and you will find the answer sooner or later," Xinda comforted, "You have tried your best, Boluogo, it's time to rest for a while."
Boluogo was slightly surprised, "You know my name."
"Of course, you are now famous for killing Bologo who penetrated the tower."
Boluogo stood there with a look of astonishment on his face, while Hinda didn't notice this at all and clapped politely.
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After a few days of brief stay, the situation of the Secret Regiment stabilized. Holt led his team members to continue stationed here, while Boluogo and Palmer returned first to enjoy a short vacation.
Standing in front of the temporary door of the winding path, Boluogo swallowed the medicine in one gulp to avoid the strange feeling caused by traveling through the long winding path.
It stands to reason that returning home for the holidays is a joyful thing, but Boluogo is not too happy now, as the disturbing screams around him are endless.
"How do you feel, the famous Boluogo?"
Palmer's expression was beaming and exaggerated. As he asked, he nudged Boluogo with his elbow, looking mean.
"Shut up."
Boluogo said feebly, with exhaustion spreading all over him.
At this time, a clerk passed by not far away. He noticed Bologe and waved excitedly to Bologg, who could only respond with a tired smile.
On the night when Boluogo killed the tower, the Hidden Land was completely occupied, and the information that the Council of Sages was completely wiped out spread to all directions. Every force was shocked by the lightning-fast offensive of the Bureau of Order, fearing that they would become the next one.
With one goal, the situation in the world suddenly stabilized unexpectedly and became extremely peaceful.
In this calm, the uneasy forces tried to dig deep for information, trying to figure out what happened in the hidden land that day...
Bologo has never doubted the intelligence blocking ability of the Bureau of Order, but this time, the intelligence of that day was not concealed. Instead, it was diluted and blurred to a certain extent and passed among various forces. Bologo guessed that this should be the Bureau of Order.
The intelligence released deliberately deters other forces and declares one's own strength.
In this diluted information, the Bureau of Order revealed the existence of Holt, an extremely young man of glory. In the eyes of many forces, he will take over Nathaniel's responsibilities and become the Minister of Field Affairs. As a
The extremely terrifying threat continues to suppress other forces.
Holt is already a Glorious One. This is an unchangeable fact. For this reason, compared to Holt, the person who truly threatens others is the number two figure in the intelligence, namely Borogo Lazarus.
Borogo holds many titles, the most notable of which is his status as an immortal.
An undead person in the defender stage played a key role in the conquest of the Hidden Land. Once Bologe is promoted to the Glory One, Bologe will be a more troublesome existence than Holt. It is even said that Bologe
Luo Ge will rely on the long lifespan of the undead to exert irresistible suppression on all forces until the alchemy matrix is completely opened up by the times.
The news continued to spread, and the Bureau of Order did not control it. As if he was deliberately creating a god, Boluogo's reputation became bigger and bigger. Originally he was only famous within the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but now he is famous throughout the Bureau of Order and even among many forces.
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When I met Holt by chance the day before, Holt even joked about Boluogo, "I thought that after becoming a Glorious One, I would be able to attract much attention. But in front of you, my glorious time was as short as a shooting star."
Boluogo could only smile awkwardly. He didn't care about reputation at all. On the other hand, Boluogo hated reputation very much. This would affect his work. In this way, all enemies would be more wary of him in the future.
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"Enjoy this honor, Boluogo, you deserve it and you must."
After smiling, Holt said with a somewhat serious tone, "War is coming, and we need such a flag to unite our morale and spirit."
Boluogo realized something belatedly.
"No one can guarantee who will survive the next war. Even I, as a Glory One, may not be able to promise these things. I, Nathaniel, and the death of any high-ranking person will be a major blow to the Bureau of Order itself.
A blow, but you are different, Boluogo, you are an immortal, no matter what, you will not fall."
Holt explained his profound meaning to Burlogo, "You will be the best candidate for the flag."
"Famous?"
Boluogo broke away from his memories and muttered to himself.
"Yes, you are famous," Palmer repeated on the sidelines, curiously asking, "How does it feel to be in the spotlight? Do you feel that you are light and airy?"
"No, I just feel heavy, as if my shoulders are loaded with the expectations of others, and I can hardly breathe."
Thinking of these, Bologo felt deeply tired, which is why, even though he had defeated a powerful enemy and celebrated the holidays, Bologo still couldn't be happy.
"I'm really hard to sympathize with on this point," Palmer waved his hand, "You know me, I've never been involved with this kind of thing."
After hearing this, Bologg smiled. As a person in charge, the son of Vonn, and the heir of the Clerks family, Palmer should be as famous and expected as Bologg, but this guy has put his own people behind him.
Life has become a show, full of comedic effects.
"Palmer, have you ever felt envious? Longed for these false claims?" Borrowgo asked.
"No, as I said, I don't have any utilitarianism at best, and it's hard to have obsessions. At worst, I'm just a dabbler, and I can't get motivated in anything."
Palmer commented unceremoniously on himself, "I'm just lucky."
"Lucky? Where's the luck?"
Burlogo smiled. Palmer, an unlucky guy, rarely said he was "lucky."
"I'm lucky to be the child of Fern, and to inherit such a big family. Unfortunately, I am easily satisfied. I was given so much wealth and material resources, but I just put them aside."
Palmer took medication to avoid making a fool of himself again, "I sometimes fantasize about what kind of life I would live if I was born in an ordinary family."
"What will it be like?"
"It's nothing," Palmer emphasized. "It's no different from now. I should still fill the cabinet with all kinds of video tapes, have band posters on the walls, and sit on the sofa every day, eating pizza, and watching "Fantasy"
The only difference in the movie is work. It changes from fighting and killing people to living and working in peace and contentment."
Palmer said helplessly, "It's very disappointing. I have no ambition."
Boluogo shook his head, "How could it be, Palmer? You are just easily satisfied. There is nothing wrong with ordinary life. Most people are like this. There are only a few actors on the stage. More
Just an audience."
Being easily satisfied is not a bad thing. For the same debtor, Bologg wandered among many devils, resisting temptations and being wary of conspiracies. But Palmer was different. He didn't care about those at all.
Since becoming a debtor, Palmer has had almost no contact with the devil. I am afraid that the devil is too lazy to deal with this unambitious guy and thinks that tempting him is a complete waste of time.
"It's different, Boluogo. I am lucky enough to be the son of Vonn and enjoy luxurious treatment, but this also comes at a price. You can also understand that I am unlucky to be the son of Vonn. Even if I have no ambition,
You have to fight for your family and your position."
Palmer rubbed his face vigorously and said with a wry smile, "I'm already trying very hard to get interested in my work."
"Stop talking so much, go home first. I heard them say that the living room has been decorated and we can move back in."
Boluogo carried his luggage, which contained some specialties from the Hidden Land, gaudy handicrafts, and accessories. This was a gift for Aimu.
Palmer hummed and muttered, "I don't know how Nathaniel is doing."
After the battle, Nesaniel was rushed back to the border sanatorium for treatment. His condition was not yet clear. For this reason, Bologo planned to find time to visit Nesaniel after returning to Oath City Opos.
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"Are you planning to leave?"
Just as Bologo was about to pass through the Winding Path Gate, a familiar voice interrupted his movements.
"I'll go with you."
Olivia was carrying her luggage, still covered in the hazy black gauze.
