Endless Debt-Chapter 859 - 11: Connection_3

What if one day the Decision Room becomes inoperable?

The Decision Room must have foreseen such a scenario, just like the Unshakable. If one day the Decision Room becomes paralyzed, surely there would be other command systems to temporarily replace it.

Bologue suddenly realized this was like a paradox, and then he realized that even today, he still did not have a complete understanding of the core of the Order Bureau, the Decision Room.

The highest authority Bologue could access was Nesanel, who was an elusive fellow. In Canyin’s eyes lay secrets that outsiders could not comprehend.

Forget about those, reviewing the clues before him, what if "another Evil Spirit" was actually the King’s Shield Guardians in action? For some unknown purpose, they were hunting demons on a large scale and had also reached an agreement with the Tyrant.

What drove them to act?

It was the negotiations between the Order Bureau and the King’s Secret Sword.

Bologue frowned, realizing that a potential conflict was imminent, and an unknown organization, suspected to be the King’s Shield Guardians, was plotting something, while the negotiations between the King’s Secret Sword and the Order Bureau remained unresolved...

"What’s wrong with you?"

Kemp interrupted Bologue’s thoughts, seeing his expression was somewhat off, and asked with concern, "Did something happen?"

"Nothing much."

Bologue waved his hand, "I’ve been overthinking lately... feeling a bit anxious."

"Anxious?"

Upon hearing this, Kemp chuckled. He admired Bologue but also envied him due to his own pride. From what he understood, Bologue was like an iron man, yet now he was saying he was feeling anxious.

"It’s a coincidence, I’ve been feeling anxious too recently."

Kemp put down his cup, looking at the root of his anxiety, "The doctor said regular sleep could help a bit."

"My sleep is very regular," Bologue replied calmly, "very regular."

Bologue’s daily routine was as strict as a clock, so disciplined that Palmer often felt pressured. He had once tried to adopt a disciplined life with Bologue but gave up in less than a week.

"That rhythm of life is unbearable for a person," Palmer commented, "like the hard days of a cultivator."

Kemp chuckled bitterly twice. It wasn’t his first meeting with Bologue, and he had anticipated this rigid attitude from him long before.

"Anxiety is something everyone can’t escape from, right?"

After a few seconds of silence, Bologue spoke up. He rarely chatted with Kemp.

"I suppose it is. Everyone has their own worries. Something you find trivial might be as heavy as a boulder to someone else."

This was a good start, Kemp thought. "What are you worrying about?"

Bologue earnestly stated his anxiety, "The huge gap between personal expectations and one’s abilities." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"To put it simply, knowing too much, thinking too much, yet not having the ability to do anything, just standing in place, anxiously hesitating."

Saying it out felt good, and Bologue couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.

Bologue had many times wanted to talk with Palmer, Aimou... anyone he was familiar with about these things but always gave up, like being too familiar made it hard to speak.

Kemp was well-positioned, as the two were neither too familiar nor too estranged, like strangers met at a bus stop, talking openly about their worries.

"And you?"

Bologue asked curiously, "What are you worried about?"

"It’s similar to yours, the mismatch between expectations and one’s abilities, leading to anxiety."

Kemp snuck a look at Bologue. The thought of Bologue’s various achievements gave him a sense of hopelessness—he was in the same era with such a person.

Bologue picked up his wine glass and lightly clinked it with Kemp’s, offering his respects to his fellow sufferer.

The two sat in shadow, while the others sat under the lights, joyfully rolling dice, the crisp collision sounds bouncing on the tabletop.

Wei’Er also joined in the game. According to its setting, it was a black cat that gained intelligence after accidentally ingesting a magic potion. It had its own unique identity card, though all its stats were ridiculously low, but as a cat, its agility attribute was maxed out.

This change had no impact on the game. To be accurate, everyone had grown accustomed to this style of play. Ever since "Journey of the Absolute Night" was released, many players had created derivative works based on its template, adding more plot, even changing the game setting.

Some history enthusiasts had modified "Journey of the Absolute Night" to have the Fall of the Holy City as its background. Players would play as an elite squad, figuring out how to breach the insurmountable walls of the Holy City.

Bologue was very interested in that version of the game.

"Have I offended you in some way?"

Suddenly, Bologue asked Kemp, noticing the complex emotions in Kemp’s glance, which contained both respect and hostility, leaving Bologue puzzled.

Kemp was momentarily speechless, not knowing what to answer, awkwardly took a sip of his drink, and spoke.

"Sorry, it’s nothing, I’m just very agitated."

Bologue nodded in acknowledgment, believing Kemp’s reason, "Would you like me to bring you some?"

"Okay, thank you."

Kemp handed Bologue his empty glass, and Bologue took both glasses to the bar, returning soon with two full glasses of orange juice and alcohol.

As he handed Kemp his glass, Bologue suddenly said, "Kemp, I hope you can do me a favor."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to inform me immediately if the Sixth Group has any intelligence related to the King’s Shield Guardians," Bologue said, "provided it doesn’t violate regulations."

Kemp hesitated for a moment, took the glass, and clinked glasses with Bologue.

"Okay."