Endless Debt

Opening the door, Jeffrey took a deep breath and walked into the office with a sleepy look.

"Good morning, Lebius."

Jeffrey rubbed his groggy eyes and greeted Lebius who was already behind the desk.

This guy is always the first person to appear in the office, because he lives in the Bureau of Order, devotes everything to his work, and has no personal life. Sometimes Jeffrey doesn't know whether to admire Lebius, Still pity him.

"Um?"

Without waiting to say anything, Jeffrey quickly noticed that there was another person in the office, a person wearing heavy protective clothing.

"Badr?"

Jeffrey asked tentatively.

"Good morning, Jeffrey."

Badr turned his head, and a dull voice sounded from under the breathing valve. Jeffrey did not expect that Badr would come here so early in the morning. What surprised him even more was that even after leaving the sublimation furnace core, this guy still stubbornly wore protective clothing. .

Wait a minute... Baldr seems to have always looked like this in his memory. After carefully recalling it, Jeffrey couldn't remember Baldr's appearance. It seemed that he had been locked under a heavy protective suit since he met him.

"What's wrong early in the morning?"

Jeffrey sat aside. He knew very well Bailie's love for Boluogo. He thought she would stay calm for a few days, but he didn't expect Bader to be sent over so quickly.

"Has Boluogo chosen his 'mask'?" Balder asked.

"Huh? So are you here for this kind of thing?" Jeffrey nodded and replied, "No, he is still in the combat room. In the past two days, he has lived directly in the combat room, training secret energy day and night. .”

Yes, in addition to Lebius, a workaholic, now Boluogo is also there. He seemed to have made a mess at home when he was trying out secret powers, and then he came to the actual combat room and jumped in, enjoying it.

"If Boluogo didn't choose his own 'mask', Sublimation Furnace Core prepared one for him as a gift to apologize to Bailey." Bader said.

"A gift of apology? How do I feel that this is your first step to seduce Boluogo?" Jeffrey smiled, and then he said, "Whatever, if Boluogo likes it and accepts your gift, that's fine too. It’s not impossible.”

"What happens next? Will there be any more 'gifts' like this in the future?"

Jeffrey asked again, looking at Badr with deep meaning in his eyes, like an old fox.

"Of course, it is difficult for the minister to control herself. I think she will do more offensive things, and we will need to apologize when the time comes." Badr said enthusiastically.

"This is great, great." Jeffrey chuckled and sold Boluogo in a flash.

"But is it really okay?"

Bader did not ask Jeffrey this time, but looked at Lebius. Although many things were solved by Jeffrey, Lebius was the boss here, and everything had to go through his tacit approval. .

"If this can get the full support of the sublimation furnace core, I have no objection."

Lebius said without raising his head.

"make a deal."

Jeffrey smiled and held Badr's hand, shaking it vigorously a few times.

"Then please take me to see him, so that I can give this gift to him."

Badr said, lifting the suitcase at his feet. It had been obscured by Badr's figure before. It was only now that Jeffrey noticed it, and then he saw the logo on it.

It was a sharp sword entangled with thorns. If you wanted to hold the sword, you would be cut by the thorns.

"Are you going to give him a 'contract'?" The old fox's smile disappeared, and Jeffrey became serious.

"Don't worry, this is a carefully selected contract object. We think it fits Bologo very well." Badr explained.

Jeffrey was silent for a few seconds, his eyes firmly fixed on the icon of the Thorn Sword. After a long time, he turned to look at Badr, his voice carrying a hint of warning.

"Although Boluogo will not die, he is a member of the Field Service Department and a member of the Special Operations Group. I hope you can regard him as a living person, not an experimental subject that will not be lost."

"I thought you wouldn't care too much about these things." Badr was a little surprised.

"When a wild dog is given a name, he becomes one of us. Isn't this easy to understand?"

There was a tiger in Jeffrey's eyes, he wasn't kidding.

"Okay, I know."

Badr stood up, carrying the suitcase like a machine.

"Then please, take me to see him."

Jeffrey didn't say anything unnecessary. He suddenly remembered why he hated these alchemists so much. He always felt that there was not much difference between the sublimation furnace core and the monks of truth. It was just whether they abided by the "ethical regulations" or not.

A group of pathological scholars who pursue their inner desires... or lunatics.

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"Run faster! Run faster!"

The shouts echoed in the combat room, and at the same time, the ether surged wildly, and sharp spears pierced the sky one after another, and were nailed to the wall with a clanking sound.

Urged by the shouts, another figure hurried past. He was panting from exhaustion, and his sweat-soaked cheeks completely collapsed. Just when he was about to curse something, a whistling spear hit him directly in front of him, blocking the way.

"I just said that the field department is full of psychopaths."

Palmer retreated suddenly, dodging the ensuing spear, and the light emerged. As the initiating phenomenon appeared, Palmer's secret energy also exploded.

Secret Energy·Wind Source.

Using all his strength, Palmer instantly threw out several flying knives, and under the influence of the air current, he shot towards the figure running towards him.

There was a whistling buzzing sound all around, and the trajectory of the flying knife became weird and unpredictable under the control of the air flow, but the attacking figure did not stop at all and showed no fear.

Boluogo lowered his body and reached out to touch the ground beneath his feet. A green electric current flashed across the ground, and the earth bulged. Two twisted walls stood on both sides of Boluogo, protecting his running path, and those who attacked him All the flying knives were stuck on the wall.

He jumped up high, the folding knife in his hand erupted with the chill of death, and hit Palmer on the head.

"You're serious!"

Palmer screamed, and the air flow surged and enveloped him. In an instant, Palmer's speed increased sharply, and he quickly dodged Boluogo's fierce attack.

"Seriously, Palmer, try your best to kill me!"

Burlogo yelled that Palmer was not only negative at work, but also in training.

"I'm already trying my best!"

Palmer shouted while running away. Although Bologna said that he would not die, Palmer could take action at will. However, after a few fights, Palmer was chased and beaten by Bologna.

That's right. I am just an intelligence officer and have never been on a field mission, while Boluogo is a self-proclaimed "expert".

Palmer was exhausted. When he turned around, he saw Bologg running along the wall. The stone steps were bulging one after another. The folding knife in his hand rubbed against the wall, causing sparks to fly and a harsh sound to be heard.

Gritting his teeth, Palmer released his secret power again. Although he only controlled the air flow, when released with all his strength, Palmer could also create some lethal attacks through the air flow.

Waves of hurricanes hit, Boluogo jumped up high, but those invisible blades were already close to him. In an instant, countless holes were cut on his clothes, and his body surface was also cracked. A small cut.

"This is right!"

Burlogo said happily, he knew that Palmer was not that fragile.

The next second, Palmer's figure suddenly rose. Under the support of the strong wind, he briefly flew up and rushed towards the safe high platform. This guy wanted to escape.

"Intermission!"

Palmer yelled, but Burlogo didn't want to let him go so easily.

Perhaps he was dissatisfied with Palmer's inactivity, or perhaps he wanted to take revenge for the accident in which he was hit by a truck. Bologo ran wildly on the raised stone steps, and at the same time, the folding knife began to change.

The two figures chased each other. At the moment when Palmer was about to reach the high platform, the folding knife turned into a chain in Boluogo's hand, making a clattering sound and throwing it towards Palmer's figure.

"Don't even think about it!"

He had already noticed Boluogo's intention. The air flow rolled and strong winds blew, and the chain kept shaking, making it difficult to move forward, and then it was completely blown away.

It can blow away the chains, but it cannot stop Boluogo. A stone pillar protrudes directly along one side of the wall, and under Boluogo's call, it continues to extend, and in the blink of an eye a stone pillar is constructed. Go to the long bridge on the high platform, and Bologg strides over the long bridge.

"Help!"

Seeing this scene, Palmer started wailing, his whole body seemed to have been drained of energy, and he ran staggeringly.

Palmer was really exhausted. Since yesterday, he had been called over by Boluogo for training. The high-intensity training consumed not only his physical strength, but also Palmer's ether and limited energy. And Palmer's terrible mentality.

After these two days of training, Palmer had a new understanding of his partner. Not only was he immortal, but he was also extremely energetic and learned very quickly in terms of secret energy.

Should I be called an "expert"? Burlogo's brain is very active and he is never restricted. At the beginning of the training, Palmer could still rely on experience to play with Burlogo, but as time went by, Burlogo's movements became more and more complex. Quickly, the control of ether has become more precise.

One second the weapon in his hand was a folding knife, and the next second it changed into a spear, a battle axe, and a heavy hammer, and he could also change the shape of the weapon at will during the fight, making it difficult to guard against.

After avoiding close combat, Palmer was greeted by endless spears. As long as there was a solid substance, Boluogo could recruit him. He drew one spear after another from the ground, and ordered Palmer to Ermer was exhausted.

Cunning, efficient, precise, and swift.

Palmer gave up completely. He lay flat on the high platform as if he was at the mercy of others. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and everything felt heavy with his tired body.

Footsteps approached and Palmer complained loudly.

"I'm not coming, I'm not coming, you might as well kill me, this damn field department."

The footsteps stopped beside him, and the figure blocked the light above his head, but judging from the dark outline, this was probably not Boluogo.

"Good morning, Palmer, you are so hardworking. You have been training early in the morning." Jeffrey praised.

"Jeffrey!" Palmer was stunned, then burst into tears and begged, "Take me away quickly! Help!"

Palmer's roar really shocked Jeffrey. Before he could ask any more questions, Boluogo came over from the extended long bridge.

Like Palmer, he was sweating profusely and steaming from his body, but unlike Palmer, Bologo had a weird smile on his face, as if he was addicted to some kind of game.