In the long corridor, Boluogo walked quickly, like a firefighter putting out a fire. As soon as he solved the problem at one place, he rushed to the next place without stopping.
Even though Borogo is an immortal and often calls himself an iron man and expert, he can't help but feel tired after a long time. He even said that he misses his roommate Palmer and the movie marathon that he hasn't held for a long time.
Boluogo likes movie marathons, forgetting the turmoil of reality, completely immersing his personal will in another illusory and real world, and accompanying the characters to move forward...
After every major event, Boluogo would fully enjoy this activity in his free time, but this time it was different. Boluogo was promoted to the Glorious One and became the top being in the extraordinary world. At the same time, he also stood
At the peak of power of the Bureau of Order.
There is no enjoyment, no long vacation, just a moment of respite before being doubly busy.
The pressure brought by the identity of Glory Bearer to Boluogo is much greater than Boluogo imagined. Not to mention the exploration of his own secret power and the familiarity with power, just the changes in positions within the Bureau of Order and the increase in power level.
The formalities and various complicated authority handovers have already made Boluogo overwhelmed.
Bologg first succeeded Holt and became the highest priority in the Order Bureau's battle sequence. The various fancy rights and benefits were too much for Bologg to tolerate. Almost all the files were against Bologg.
Luo Ge has opened up, and all kinds of alchemy weapons and contract objects are also given priority by Bo Luo Ge.
During his busy schedule, he was often approached by senior staff from the Logistics Department. They introduced the exaggerated annual operating expenses of the Glorious People, and asked Boluogo if he wanted to change the apartment he currently lived in to one near the reclamation room.
The single-family villas are all properties under the name of the Order Bureau. They are well-decorated, ready to move in with just a bag, and are equipped with a full team of housekeepers.
It took Boluogo a few seconds to clearly realize again what the existence of a Glory One meant to the Bureau of Order and even all extraordinary forces. He declined the good intentions of the Logistics Department.
Just like what Boluogo said to Palmer before, what's the use of living in such a big house? Do you have to sleep in a different bedroom every day? As for whether Palmer would mind rejecting such a generous gift... he probably wouldn't
Mind you, as the heir of the Clerks family, Palmer has such a huge Morrowind Stronghold, so he should look down on this kind of thing.
In addition to these episodes, the Bureau of Order was also deliberately revealing the existence of Boluogo to the outside world, intentionally or unintentionally. Subsequently, various letters flew like snowflakes from all over the world. Boluogo did not read the contents of the letters. After becoming a Glorious One,
, the Order Bureau has a special logistics team to handle these things for Boluogo.
As a human-shaped strategic weapon, Bologger has brought unimaginable pressure and deterrence to many extraordinary forces, and it has also allowed the Rhineland to quickly restore order from the turmoil against the royal court.
Just...just...
Boluogo stopped and stood by the window sill, watching the golden sunlight cut into streaks of light by the leaves, spreading all over the earth like luminous dew.
But even now, Boluogo is still not used to this subtle sense of power.
Bologo never felt that he was a superior being. He positioned himself very clearly as an expert, an expert in dealing with disasters. Bologo hoped that all his time and energy could be spent on solving problems instead of falling into
In this swamp of red tape.
"finished?"
A clear voice sounded from the front, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Boluogo looked forward, and Aimu was striding towards her. Behind her were several scholars who had sublimated the furnace core. They were pushing a small cart, which contained the prosthetic limb mold prepared for Holt.
After the Land of Eternal Night incident, all participants received awards, and Aimu was no exception. She received a lot of resources and bonuses, and her status also rose in the sublimation furnace core.
When Aimu first joined the sublimation furnace core, some people questioned Aimu's ability. At that time, Aimu's identity was too special and sensitive, but as time went by, Aimu proved her strength to everyone.
Aimu is not only excellent at research work, but she can also go deep into the front line of operations and carry out operations that other scholars consider to be hell.
Until the Land of Eternal Night, Aimu completely shocked all scholars.
After wiping out the remaining Night Clan and confirming the safety of the Land of Eternal Night, a large number of scholars arrived at the Land of Eternal Night under the protection of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The dark power echoed and a series of studies were conducted.
The more scholars study, the more they can realize the horror of the war situation from the side. In a war of this level, the Sublime Ones and Prayer Prayers can only be used as cannon fodder to fill the lines, and those who bear power can only survive.
They are just cannon fodder for a longer period of time. The defenders are the minimum entry standard for the war, and the glorious ones cannot protect themselves.
Looking at Aimu at this time, the scholars only felt awe in their hearts. At this point, Aimu's position in the sublimation furnace core was completely stabilized.
Aimu gestured to the other scholars, "You go ahead."
"good."
The scholars nodded and looked at Bologo curiously before leaving.
The relationship between Aimu and Bologo is not a secret in the sublimation furnace core, but what really makes scholars pay attention is Bologo's current identity.
Borogo Lazarus is a living and immortal legend in the Bureau of Order.
First he was the undead, the best newcomer of the year, and then he was the great hero of the Land of Eternal Night, the Supreme Glory. Countless haloes hung over Boluogo's head, and his reputation was once almost as famous as Nathaniel's.
The scholars glanced at Boluogo a few times out of the corner of their eyes, murmured something in a low voice, and deliberately suppressed laughter.
Aimu looked at their disappearing figures and said, "Do you know what they are saying about me recently?"
"say what?"
Boluogo completely ignored those scholars and only focused on Aimu. Under the exhaustion of busy work, his brief time with Aimu was one of the few moments when he could feel relaxed.
"They said I might become the director of the sublimation furnace core next year."
"Why?"
"Because you are now the youngest and most powerful Glorious One," Aimu smiled. "You are my community of destiny and my most sincere ally."
Burlogo wondered, "Suggesting that I would use public affairs for personal gain? Am I such a person?"
"Yeah, so everyone just said 'maybe'," Aimu leaned against the window sill, "They also said..."
"What else can you say?"
"They also said that our relationship is just a basic love relationship. You have just become a glorious person, and if you use public affairs for personal gain just for the sake of this relationship, it will definitely be detrimental to your career."
"Official career?"
Boluogo was stunned. This word was so unfamiliar to him, and it felt strange when it was applied to him.
Official career? Do you really have an official career? Even if you do, as an undead person, you can only be the deputy director at most, right? But... the deputy director of the Order Bureau sounds like he is quite powerful.
Boluogo still does not have a clear and accurate understanding of his power in a secular sense.
Seeing Boluogo's demented expression, Aimu burst out laughing and quickly patted him on the shoulder.
"Just kidding, what will senior sister do if I become a minister, right?" Aimu said hypocritically, "She is still very young, so she shouldn't be able to enter the hall of scholars composed of a bunch of old guys, right?"
Boluogo deliberately lengthened his voice and responded, "I'm so worried about your senior sister. She will probably be moved to tears when she hears this."
"Absolutely, right? I just said you suggested it!"
Bologg looked at Aimu in front of him and thanked her for coming, which made Bologg's boring work a little more colorful.
After the laughter, both of them couldn't help but fell silent. Aimu lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, while Boluogo stared out the window blankly.
Boluogo knew that the current relaxation was short-lived. Once he said goodbye to Aimu, he would return to the breathless busyness, which made him cherish the short time in front of him even more.
"Speaking of which..."
"uh-huh?"
Aimu raised his head, looked at Boluogo's side face illuminated by the sun, and waited curiously for his words.
"If we didn't have the most basic relationship, would the situation be different?" Boluogo continued to look out the window, asking and answering himself, "Indeed, seeking a ministerial position for your girlfriend sounds very stupid.
But if the relationship between you and me goes further, for..."
"ha?"
Aimu seemed to have guessed what Boluogo was going to say next. Before he could finish speaking, she grabbed Boluogo with a look of shock on her face.
"Wait a minute, what do you want to do?"
"What are you doing? Just fantasize..."
"Your fantasies are dangerous!"
Aimu shook Boluogo's shoulders vigorously and punched him a few times.
It felt like facing a malfunctioning machine. In desperation, Aimu could not think of any repair method and could only use this primitive and metaphysical method.
"Which part? Pursuing public interests for personal gain, or going further?"
Boluogo looked at Aimu with a slight smirk. She knew what she was alluding to, and he also knew that she knew what she was alluding to, but because of some inexplicable sense of shame, everyone chose not to understand each other's words.
"Every part is dangerous!"
Aimu lowered his voice and tried hard not to scream.
"Okay, okay, I get it."
Boluogo comforted Aimu while pulling Aimu's hands away.
A long time ago, Boluogo discovered some of Aimu's characteristics. For example, when she had difficulty controlling her emotions, she was accustomed to transforming into a body of steel so that the cold metal could solidify her uncontrollable facial expressions.
I have to say, this skill is so useful that it's almost like cheating.
Aimu whispered, "What's wrong with you? You're not usually like this..."
In daily life, Boluogo is an extremely reserved guy. He almost never reveals his thoughts to others, even the expression of emotions. Many times, in Aimu's view, his steely existence is more important than the existence of his own.
Boluogo has more flesh and blood.
The more this happened, the more proactive Bologo's reaction was, the more it caught Aimu off guard and made him feel even more uneasy.
"nothing."
Boluogo still had that smiling look, "Maybe it's because I've been too busy recently, and my busy mind is frozen, so I deliberately seek... to seek some emotional stimulation?"
"Please don't have fun with me!"
"I'm sorry," Boluogo spread his hands, "then can you forgive me?"
Aimu's high-spirited mood paused, and he said with some trepidation, "Okay."
Boluogo chuckled secretly. He knew that Aimu would not reject him. Then he only needed to follow the previous words and he could drag Aimu into the trap of language again. Looking at her panic,
It's like bullying a kid, it's nasty, but it's really fun.
Boluogo rarely gets such a slightly twisted pleasure from other than murder and arson.
"Okay," Boluogo pursued the victory, "As for Minister Aimu's appointment plan..."
"Control yourself!" Aimu turned away and fled to avoid the fight, "I have to go and get busy. See you next time!"
Aimu was not tall and her steps were not long. When she left quickly, it was like she was racing with someone. She disappeared at the end of the corridor without waiting for Boluogo's response.
Boluogo paused on the spot for a few seconds, his expression becoming lonely again.
With a long sigh, the happiness disappeared, and Boluogo was about to return to the swamp of red tape. He missed the days of fighting and killing so much. It was simple and straightforward, without any need for brains. He even began to look forward to it.
An eagle-eyed guy raided a border sanatorium so that he, the glorious one, could go on a killing spree.
Wonderful thoughts were brewing in Boluogo's mind. Without waiting for fermentation, Boluogo noticed belatedly that at the other end of the corridor, a figure seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.
Borlog asked, "When did you arrive?"
Palmer did not answer Burlogo's question, but frowned. His eyes seemed to see something disgusting, and he seemed to see penguins squatting on top of hippos in the tropical rain forest to bask in the sun.
Penguins will not appear in tropical rain forests, let alone squat on the heads of hippos to bask in the sun.
Palmer asked in disbelief, "Damn it, Borrowgo, were you just flirting?"