Endless Debt-Chapter 853 - 7: Boundaries

In hindsight, Bologue’s first year on the job was terrible, the rising flames of anger nearly burned Bologue to ashes... They couldn’t burn Bologue to ashes, but they turned into a raging fire that would never extinguish, entwined around Bologue.

It was a past Bologue was reluctant to look back on, the hunt for man-eaters extended from the first year into the second, and it was in this second year that Bologue became a Condenser and completed his revenge.

"We still haven’t figured out why the man-eater collected so many Philosopher’s Stones."

Bologue recalls, there aren’t many people he killed who remained in his memory, "Now another Evil Spirit has appeared, I don’t think he’s my copycat, on the contrary..."

"On the contrary, you think he’s slaying demons, like the man-eater, collecting souls?"

Palmer put down the guitar and looked at Bologue like he was an idiot, "Demons don’t have souls, Bologue."

"Yes, demons don’t have souls..."

Of course, Bologue knew demons don’t have souls, but there was an inexplicable premonition that the other Evil Spirit must be doing something similar, something that made Bologue deeply uneasy.

"Alright, that part is my mistake, but I still think this matter is important."

Bologue continued, "Vika must know something, maybe he’s made a deal with that side, you know, the Tyrant never turns down a deal."

"What exactly are they conspiring?"

Bologue felt troubled, his fingers tapping the table repeatedly.

Despite the gloom, Bologue was somewhat excited; ever since he gained power and governed a territory, it was the first time he encountered such an unsolvable case, he started to feel a sense of investigation, as the mysteries gradually unraveled, his mood soared with joy.

"Compared to these things..."

Palmer glanced at the frost-covered window outside, "Want to join the Undying Club later?"

Bologue nodded, this time he didn’t refuse Palmer, after today, the third month would end too, he successfully conducted in-depth harvests of the three important areas of the Great Rift, it was time for a holiday.

"Come to think of it, this year’s about to end."

Bologue sighed, "I’m about to enter my third year of work."

"Well, congratulations to you for working at this damn company for three years and not dying," Palmer said with exaggerated expressions, "Oh, you can’t die, that’s great, they’ll use you until doomsday."

Bologue laughed cooperatively, putting all his notebooks back in the drawer, and stood up.

"And you, you also survived the year, any words to say?"

"I hope I can bring forward the retirement age by a few years."

This time Bologue laughed out loud, when it comes to such topics, that’s always Palmer’s wish, he could guess without Palmer saying a word.

According to Palmer, whenever he thought about having to work here for so long, he felt a sense of despair that was hard to dispel, and realizing that even after retiring, he’d have to take over Fuen’s work, this despair deepened.

"Honestly, I’d love to take a motorcycle trip."

Once when drunk, Palmer, midst of vomiting, told Bologue, "With luggage, on a motorcycle, setting off from the Wind Source Highlands, along the Rhine River, crossing the Central Plains, and then over the cliff lands..."

Bologue didn’t hear the end of Palmer’s travel story because halfway through, Palmer fell into his vomit and fell asleep.

The sky darkened outside, the members of the Undying Club should just be waking up at this time, Bologue put on a coat, and took out the Key of the Crooked Path, fiddling with it in his palm.

From Palmer’s bedroom came a clattering noise, Bologue waited patiently.

"You should be more humorous and romantic."

A familiar voice of advice rang in his ear, and since then Bologue tried to follow Ewen’s suggestion, striving to change himself.

The most obvious change was that in hunting demons, Bologue increasingly communicated with demons, telling cold jokes.

Bologue seemed like a stand-up comedian, with the demons as his audience; in Bologue’s view, if he could make the demons laugh with jokes in such a terrifying dangerous situation, then he must be interesting—in all senses.

But most of the time, the demons couldn’t laugh, a few even cursed him, feeling insulted, wanting to storm up the stage and beat the actor.

They all ended up dead.

Sometimes Bologue thought if he encountered one who could laugh, letting him go might not be bad, but unfortunately, facing Bologue’s Blade, no one could laugh, only thinking he was a crazed lunatic.

Bologue didn’t realize the problem, and began to think if one day, he could tell a joke that made a demon laugh out loud, he could count as humorous.

Besides, Bologue also started getting used to some social activities, like the Undying Club gatherings.

Palmer finished dressing, while Bologue ensured the water and electricity were off and opened a void, after a brief fainting sensation, the familiar scent of wine filled his nostrils.

The two arrived somewhat early, the bar was empty except for them and the familiar, flamboyant bartender.

"You’re here early."

Serey saw them arrive and skillfully provided different drinks for them. Palmer favored fine wines, but due to financial constraints could only afford cheap stuff, so any slightly upscale liquor could satisfy him, as for Bologue, it was even simpler.

Bologue seemed quite fond of fruit juices or sweet drinks, he only needed orange juice, at most chilled, regardless of the season.

Sitting at the bar, Bologue looked up at Serey. Gone was the bronzed skin from before, not due to time but because washing had removed the makeup.

Bologue couldn’t understand what Serey was thinking, his explanation being, "On rare holidays, one should have a sunny healthy look... Though I can’t sunbathe."

No need to try understanding what the Night Race Lord was thinking.

Months ago, after the reality shattered, Bologue had a brief unpleasant encounter with Serey, and after leaving the intact Daisy Castle, he saw Serey holding a parasol inside the defense line constructed by the Field Operations Department.

Serey had come for Ewen, but he was too late.

Serey didn’t see the sadness on Bologue’s face, mistaking it for post-battle fatigue, and annoyingly kept asking a never-ending string of bad questions.

The following events were straightforward. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Bologue was already grief-stricken, not to mention having discovered the mystery of the Night Race at Wind Source Highlands earlier, he snapped Serey’s parasol, then Serey turned into a fireball, sprinting through the wilderness at a terrifying speed.

Thanks to Serey’s noble bloodline, he was quite flame-resistant, and afterward, it turned out the fire seemed alarming, but it was merely superficial burns. Not to mention, the Night Race’s recovery power was very strong.

"With high-purity bloodlines, the Night Race can make some moves under the sun’s burn."

Bologue obtained such intel, that even the scorching sun couldn’t specifically kill the Night Race.

Then came the talks inside the Undying Club.

Serey, as always, with a smiling face, apologized to Bologue, while Bologue assertively inquired about the Dawn War, and the name that Serey had crossed out.

To this day, Bologue could vividly recall Serey’s change of expression then, the annoying smile disappearing instantly, replaced by coldness and seriousness, maybe his impression of Serey’s unseriousness was too deep, when such an expression surfaced, Bologue felt it didn’t fit.

That was the expression a Night Race Lord should have.

"We all have our own boundaries, don’t we? Bologue."

Bologue didn’t continue to pursue his questions, as it was unnecessary; he wouldn’t get anything anyway.

Everything was like nothing ever happened, the joy inside the Undying Club continued, like the endless melody and rising wine aroma.

Everything was so beautiful, like a dream nurtured in a bubble.

Serey liked indulging in such dreams, but Bologue knew that one day, the bubble would burst, and so would the dream.