Endless Debt-Chapter 906 - 37: Marginals and Wind_2

"I haven’t gone missing," Church waved his hand, "just went on a long mission."

"I know, just kidding."

Palmer and Church sat at the bar, and Serey cooperatively poured them drinks. Church thanked Serey, while Palmer was already used to bossing around this Night Race Lord.

With Church’s arrival, the game paused, and the group endlessly talked about recent events, but soon those topics were exhausted, and they moved on to telling jokes.

It was like a stew; as soon as one person finished a joke, another would start another, laughter overlapping upon laughter until everyone was laughing and coughing loudly.

Palmer was the most excessive; he almost laughed until tears came out, then sighed at the absurdity of the world.

"So, have you gone to see her?"

Palmer nudged Church with his elbow, "To her, you’re just a familiar customer. It’s been months; do you think she might have already forgotten you?"

Church was silent for a moment and then said, "I’ve been there."

"But didn’t dare to go near?" Palmer’s brows danced with excitement, "Yeah, if she didn’t recognize you, that would be bad."

In the past, Church would definitely get angry if Palmer said something like this, but this time Church remained silent, and the previously warm atmosphere cooled considerably.

"Hmm... I’m still thinking about it."

Church murmured softly, but he did not elaborate on what he was thinking about. No one could guess.

Palmer’s expression turned awkward; he just wanted to tease Church a bit, but it seemed like he had genuinely upset him, and he didn’t know whether he should apologize or offer some advice to Church.

"How about... give it a try?"

Palmer’s eyes flashed; he had long wanted to help his partner out, but Church was infuriatingly stubborn.

This time, Church still did not respond, just drank his drink in silence. Seeing this, Palmer didn’t say anything more, and the atmosphere was stiff for a few seconds until the drunken Serey invited everyone to continue the game.

Bologue felt that Church’s visit wasn’t to listen to Palmer’s advice. He must have been like himself, under immense pressure, wanting to find a relaxed atmosphere and take a break here.

Church shifted his gaze and noticed Bologue in the shadows. Bologue raised his glass, and Church raised his glass from afar to silently greet him.

In another corner, Bode sat on a chair, Wei’Er curled up as if fast asleep, but its eyes were open, with a few coins placed in front of it.

Wei’Er said, "Care to gamble?"

Bode didn’t say a word, but he reached out and pushed the coins to the paw of Wei’Er.

For the Undead, wealth meant nothing, but occasionally he was willing to engage in some absurd bets for a tiny, meaningless sum.

Bologue enjoyed the current atmosphere, realizing that the world needed fools. They could dilute Bologue’s stress, which was wonderful.

Yes, exactly like this. Apart from serious dramas, the world also needed lots of brainless comedies.

Bologue completely relaxed, drowsiness enveloping him, and he wondered if he should just spend the night here. In this extreme leisure, many things Bologue had forgotten slowly crawled out of his mind.

Compared to the Astronauts and the Others, these were not particularly important issues, so they hadn’t triggered any of Bologue’s vigilance. When they started exploding in his mind, Bologue shuddered as if awakening from a nightmare, breaking into a cold sweat.

Bologue had forgotten something.

Something very important.

How could he not think of such a thing after all these days?

Just when Bologue noticed this, the door of the Undying Club was pushed open again, and a slim figure stood at the entrance. Her arrival instantly chilled the lively atmosphere, and everyone could sense the palpable anger hidden within her.

Her gaze was piercing, and where it landed, people quickly averted their eyes, avoiding eye contact. Before Bologue could take action, she had already accurately caught Bologue hiding in the darkness.

Aimou!

Oh my God, how could I forget her!

Bologue’s mind screamed. During the battle with the Silent Ones, Aimou and Bologue had both fallen. Normally, after being discharged from the hospital, he would certainly visit his fellow warriors. Instead, Bologue was stopped by Nesanel and had to meet the Others.

The shocking news filled Bologue’s mind, and for several days, he hadn’t thought of anything useful beyond those matters, leaving Aimou’s issue pushed to the corners.

Bologue inexplicably felt flustered. He wasn’t like this before. Aimou glanced at Bologue, her eyes’ deep blue rings slightly narrowing, possessing some kind of night vision function, and the shadow over Bologue was as thin as paper.

She let out a silent laugh in her heart, saying nothing, and walked directly behind the bar to pour herself a glass of orange juice, then leisurely approached Bologue.

Bologue felt all his muscles tense up, his breathing began to slow. In the past, this had only happened when he was about to kill someone. Others stopped their game, maintaining their silly, stiff poses, secretly observing.

"Scenes like this are rare..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Palmer mused to himself; he was quite happy to see Bologue make a fool of himself, just as Bologue had made fun of him at the Wind Source Highlands, considering it payback.