Olivia Velaris, the daughter of Serre, is a legal pure-blood night tribe in the Eternal Night Empire, and is also the only two beings who are not bound by the "Dawn Oath".
For Olivia, Bologg's mood is a bit complicated. From the inexplicable encounter a few years ago to the recent battle side by side, as a soldier who has fully experienced the wrath of the scorched earth, Bologg is very interested in sharing the blood with him and sharing the world with him.
People who have experienced a major event will always instinctively develop a somewhat irrational favorable impression.
Facing the current Olivia, Boluogo was a little less wary of her, and the reputation between them also changed from hostility and indifference to a certain degree of friendship.
"Oh, Olivia."
Palmer greeted Olivia calmly, changing from being highly vigilant before to completely becoming a friend.
Unlike Bologg who was still struggling, Palmer, a big-hearted guy, had completely forgotten the blood feud between the families in just a few days. Bologg didn't know what happened after he left.
, what Palmer and Olivia have experienced, and what kind of battles they have suffered, but it is obvious that Olivia's reputation with Palmer is undoubtedly much closer than that with him.
This is true, and the same was true for the relationship between Palmer and Sere. After several hangovers together, Palmer wished he could live directly in the Undead Club, enjoying free housing and drinks, and at the same time, he could also get help from the Bureau of Order.
Receive subsidies and rebates while doing so.
"Um."
Olivia was as cold as ever, just like her slow and cold blood.
"Return to Oath City Opos? Borrow the passage from the Bureau of Order?" Boluogo asked curiously, "Have you reached any agreement with the Bureau of Order?"
After the battle in the past few days, Boluogo rarely saw Olivia, but what was known was that she had unknowingly integrated into the Order Bureau's team.
Those breathtaking red eyes would cause her some unnecessary trouble. For this reason, she relied on the etheric shield that reached the extreme state and her own strangely changing secret energy to hide in the easy-to-reach place most of the time.
In the shadow of being ignored, she will only appear when necessary.
Boluogo still remembered that at the end of that battle, Olivia met Nathaniel. Thinking of this, Boluogo had to admire Olivia's courage and actually dared to face Nathaniel.
He is not afraid of killing one more Night Clan member...
Olivia survived, and may have fought alongside Nathaniel for a while. The fact was obvious.
"Almost," Olivia nodded in response, "I will assist you in the battle against the disobedient royal court."
"What's the price?"
Although Boluogo felt that the two of them were friends, it was just that, "What do you want to get from the Bureau of Order?"
Olivia glanced at Boluoge slightly tiredly and said helplessly, "Boluogo, are you always like this? You are endlessly suspicious of others. Don't you think it's tiring to live like this?"
"It's just a vigilance from a professional perspective," Boluogo responded unceremoniously. "The world needs people like me who are sensitive and overreactive."
Yes, if all the staff were as crazy as Palmer, Bologg could not imagine what the Bureau of Order would be like.
Olivia sighed, knowing that she could not defeat Boluogo.
"There is no price. This is not a transaction, but a cooperation, a win-win cooperation for both parties."
Olivia couldn't hide the fatigue in her eyes. She didn't know what she had experienced in the past few days... It should have been intense negotiations with the Bureau of Order. Nathaniel was not here, so Holt should be responsible for this job.
.
"If I have any intentions, I just want to make up for the mistakes I made," Olivia's voice became fierce, "The disobedient royal court should not exist, and the blood debt committed by the regent should not exist.
It shouldn't have happened."
In this tense atmosphere, Palmer stood aside without saying a word, while Bologna stretched out his hand to Olivia after a moment of silence.
"welcome."
There was a bit of surprise in Olivia's eyes. She didn't expect Boluogo's attitude to change so quickly.
"Um."
Olivia shook Boluogo's hand. Even through the gloves, Boluogo could still feel the slightest chill from the soft flesh. This reminded Boluogo of the first time he held Ai's hand.
Miao's hand, the steel body at that time was equally cold.
Ether was injected into the door, and the winding path door began to operate. Under the glow of the miraculous power, the door trembled slightly. The high-intensity operation for several days had already made this temporary winding path door almost overwhelmed.
Before leaving, Boluogo asked again, "What are your plans in the future?"
Intend?
Olivia chuckled in her heart. Apart from the Bureau of Order, what other plans could she have for going to Oath City Opos... Oh, this is what he wanted to say.
"You mean the Immortal Club?"
"Almost," Boluogo analyzed rationally, "Next we have to face not only the main force that rebels against the royal court, but also the remaining night tribe in the land of eternal night, the night king. It can be said that this will be a battle.
The liquidation left over from history will wipe out all the troubles that were not solved during the Dawn War."
Boluogo pointed out, "Leave professional matters to professional people. Serre is a first-rate expert in solving the problem of his own kind. His achievements are obvious to all of us."
Olivia laughed, "Are you mocking him?"
"Part of it is a sincere compliment, and part of it is really mocking him," Boluogo said in a very calm tone. "His depressed and high-spirited look is really irritating."
"But we can't force him to do this. After all, Sere has already made his contribution and retired."
At this time, Palmer interrupted and spread his hands helplessly, "What a helpless guy."
"You don't have to worry about my business," Olivia interrupted the topic, "Everyone should perform their duties."
"Everyone performs his duties."
Bologg repeated, and the light inside the Winding Path Gate turned into a pool of darkness like stagnant water. Without any hesitation, Bologg strode into it.
Just like the previous long-distance winding journey, all kinds of strange feelings emerged one after another. When the lost senses were reset and the feet stepped on the solid ground again, the negative state gradually disappeared.
The blurry and chaotic scenes around him gradually became clearer, and in just a moment, Boluogo returned to the familiar winding path courtyard.
The Bureau of Order was the same as before. Employees walked quickly holding thick documents, and the crowds interspersed with each other, like a school of fish gathered together. Some people noticed the arrival of Boluogo and others, but they still had work to do.
I didn't have time to observe more, and some idlers noticed this. They whispered, as if they were not sure about Boluo Ge's identity.
Boluogo believed that in this tense situation, professionally trained staff would not do anything to cheer around him, but the sight of others and the low voices of conversations still made Boluogo feel vaguely
of discomfort.
Boluogo was not used to the feeling of being in the spotlight, which would make him instinctively uneasy, like a hunter exposed in an open field, and he urgently needed to find a bush for himself.
"Then let's say goodbye here first."
Burlogo first said to Olivia, and then told Palmer, "I'll go back later."
Thinking of his cozy rental house, Boluogo hoped that the logistics staff could decorate the living room to be more beautiful, preferably exactly like the original one.
Boluogo is a somewhat nostalgic person, and he also has some strange collecting habits, which stems from his doubts about the unreal sense of reality in the past. Therefore, Boluogo will always leave something that can bear witness to his own experience.
In his own collection. In this incident of the Secret Group, Boluogo obtained a similar collection.
Thinking of this, Boluogo looked down at his luggage, thoughtfully.
When Bologg arrived at the sublimation furnace core, the place was still the same as he was familiar with before. The steam was steaming and people were moving around in a hurry. Bologg searched along the familiar route and found it difficult to distinguish between a bunch of staff wearing protective clothing.
, Badr found a job.
He learned from his mouth that Aimu had no research to do today, and she should be doing chores in the office now.
Burlogo's pace slowed down. When he passed some glass windows, he would carefully look at himself in the reflection to see if he looked decent.
It's strange that Boluogo was not like this before. It's not that Boluogo was a sloppy and not decent person, but that Boluogo hardly cared about other people's eyes. But as time went by, his feelings warmed up.
, Boluogo gradually realized the changes in his emotions.
Boluogo will pay attention to things that he doesn't care about at all, or even think are completely unnecessary, and he will never tire of doing these irrational and efficiency-destroying things.
After knocking on the door, Boluogo muttered three times silently in her mind to give the people in the room enough time to deal with some things that she didn't want to be disturbed or discovered.
When I opened the door, there was no greeting voice, only a thin figure lying on the desk, who had been sleeping for an unknown period of time.
Boluogo had anticipated the unfolding of many plots, but he did not expect this.
He stood there and hesitated for a moment, then carefully turned over the sign on the door, revealing the Do Not Disturb side.
He quietly put his luggage on the ground, and then sat on the chair silently. Despite his usual fighting style, Boluogo still had some experience in stealth.
Boluogo sat quietly on the chair, motionless, like a sculpture. He looked at Aimu's half-sleeping face, thinking about what he should say after Aimu woke up, and whether he should invite her to see her.
See the reconstructed living room, or just invite her to watch a movie.
Thoughts are constantly emerging, from some trivial things to a more grand level. Boluogo is thinking about the next action against the disobedient royal court. After dealing with all this, Sere and Olivia will
How to arrange the arrangements for father and daughter.
There are more and more thoughts, and the head becomes heavy and drowsy.
Aimu likes to sleep very much and likes the dreams that come with sleeping, whether good or bad.
As early as when Aimu was still a man of steel, dreams were a rare medium that allowed Aimu to experience her fantasy life. After possessing a body of flesh and blood, dreams were an expansion of the material world, leading her spirit farther and farther.
The place.
"I have always felt that humans are very unfortunate creatures."
At the end of a certain movie, Boluogo sat on a chair and suddenly said, "Think about it, human beings only live a hundred years at most, and spend most of that time sleeping. It feels so pointless.
I lost most of my life."
Aimu knew that strange ideas would always pop up in Boluogo's mind, so she listened quietly.
"Later I thought that humans should have realized this during biological evolution. They did not live long and had to sleep every day, so humans evolved...dreaming."
"Dreaming? Evolved just to dream?"
"Of course, don't you think dreaming is very interesting?" Boluogo pointed to the screen showing the credits. "It's full of all kinds of nonsensical and absurd plots, like a fantasy film made by a group of psychopaths."
Boluogo continued, "I like to dream very much. It feels like watching a unique and my own movie."
While talking about this, Aimu couldn't help but think of something he had heard before, "The invention of movies has extended human life several times."
"Yes, so dreams are also a means of prolongation."
Watching the end credits gradually plunge into complete darkness, Bologo sighed, "I feel that maybe all mankind has made a deal with the devil, in order to allow themselves to live longer and gain the power to dream, at the cost of
That is, every time we wake up from a dream, we will forget all about these precious things."
Aimu listened to Boluogo's words and whispered, "It sounds quite romantic."
Under the influence of Boluogo, since then, Aimu likes to sleep and dream more and more. This can not only relieve the pressure at work, but also give Aimu a sense of comfort.
As a body of steel, she does not need a long rest time. She can run like a machine without stopping. After having this reason, Aimu told herself that sleeping is not a waste of time, but just enjoying the romance.
Dreamland.
The bizarre world gradually faded away. Aimu slowly raised her head from the table and rubbed her suffocated face vigorously. She felt a faint pain on her skin. She guessed that the document should be pressed out of her face.
Got a red seal.
The pressure at work has been too great recently. Whenever he has time to rest, Aimu will hide in the office and take a nap for a while. The number of times has increased, and Aimu is considering whether to prepare a folding bed in the office.
"It seems that the quality of sleep is pretty good."
A familiar voice sounded. He handed over a tissue and wiped the water stains on the corner of Aimu's mouth, "wipe it, it's all running out."
"Oh, thank you."
Aimu thanked him and took the tissue, his unclear mind completely unable to react.
One second, two seconds... After half a minute, Aimu suddenly stopped wiping his mouth, his chaotic consciousness became clear, and the halo in his eyes suddenly shrank.
Raising his head, Boluogo was standing behind the desk. He was completely unaware of Aimu's reaction and was still rummaging through his luggage as if to find something in it.
"Bo...Bologo?"
Aimu tried hard to control himself not to scream, but anyone who woke up suddenly and faced this would have some big reaction, right?
"Uh-huh, I just came back from the Hidden Land. The operation went very smoothly. I can rest for a while," Boluogo said as rigorously as he reported the task. "I also brought some gifts back. Come and see."
Boluogo didn't give Aimu a chance to speak at all. He handed over a heavy object as if he was going through a process. Aimu stretched out his hands to hold it in a daze.
It was a container, a small specimen bottle, which was filled with a light green preservation solution and soaked in a withered heart with a human face.
"It's complicated to say. In short, I got a few withered fantasy species, and I was lucky enough to preserve them intact. Although they have lost the power to make fantasy come true, they are good as rare collections."
This thing was taken off the speaker's body. Boluogo thought that it was of no use anyway, so he entrusted Osana to help him deal with it.
Osana's work was very beautiful. Boluogo didn't expect that this thing could be completely preserved. After talking with Osana for a while, Boluogo knew that as a fanatic family, Osana's family has a collection of
They bought a lot of this stuff, which is considered their family's specialty. Rounding it all off, it can also be considered a local specialty.
As soon as Aimu realized the return of Boluogo, he was overwhelmed by this ghost again. He was confused for a while and responded with very standard polite words.
"OK, thanks."
After looking at Boluogo's serious look, and then looking down at the mournful face in the container, Aimu doubted the reality and frowned.
Before she had time to express her joy at seeing Boluogo, Aimu was in a mixed mood due to this strange gift. She knew that Boluogo was a strange guy, and she also knew that the specimen of the fantasy species was indeed a rare treasure.
It's quite substantial as a gift.
But... but...
But it feels very strange, like Bologg went out to fight and came back to give Aimu a hot and bleeding head, patting his chest and saying proudly.
"Amu, this is the head of the strongest enemy. Now I have chopped it off. It can be hung on the wall as an ornament in the future."
It's really... very strange.
Although it was strange, Aimu still accepted Boluogo's gift solemnly. After all, it was from Boluogo.
"Then……"
Boluogo lowered his head and continued to rummage through his luggage. The things inside were in a mess, and he didn't know what he had brought back. Aimu put the specimen bottle on the shelf at the back, hoping that when others saw it, they wouldn't take it away.
Think of it as some kind of Frankenstein.
"By the way, stretch out your hand."
"oh."
Aimu obediently stretched out his hand and felt a cold feeling on his wrist. He lowered his head and saw that a strange-shaped silver bracelet was put on Aimu's hand. It looked like it was made of branches and buds. The workmanship was very exquisite, as if
It is really made of a tangle of albino branches.
"This is?" Aimu was a little confused.
"Gift."
"Two?" Aimu gestured blankly.
"Absolutely, a gift that I think will be interesting based on my own subjective opinion."
Boluogo looked at the specimen bottle. He really thought that this gift was very cool, but even so, he still said, "But self-subjectivity is very limited. Not everyone can agree with me, so this
It’s option two.”
After tapping the bracelet gently, Bologo continued, "A gift that is objective and popular in a secular sense."
Boluogo didn't know which one Aimu would like, so he simply chose them all.
