When Boluogo woke up from the bed, he saw the familiar and narrow ceiling. He felt as if he had just woken up from a larger coffin, full of decadence.
This is the small bedroom left by Boluogo in the office. The office seems to be no different from the coffin, both are places to go to death.
Boluogo sat on the bed and was in a daze for a while, yawned hard, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and left the small bedroom with a tired look on his face.
Outside the door, Freya and the others had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Boluoge woke up, they all rushed towards him.
"That's on the docket for today."
"This is something I didn't finish yesterday."
"As for the reconstruction assistance of the Kogadel Empire, this is more urgent. Please sign here first."
"The meeting in the decision-making room will begin soon, please be prepared."
Boluogo blinked and looked at the group of Freyas chattering and shouting around him. He nodded one by one, indicating that he would actively deal with it.
After sending away Freya and the others, Boluogo sat on a chair and drank the iced coffee that Freya had prepared for him.
Bologg wasn't sure whether the cold liquid and caffeine would work on him, but like a kind of psychological comfort, Bologg was used to having a cup of it every morning.
After sitting quietly on the chair for a few seconds, Boluogo let out a long sigh.
The cuteness of Freyas is inversely proportional to the busyness of Bologg's work. The more leisurely they are, the prettier they look, and the busier they are at work. These Freyas are like evil ghosts who seek life.
But...there is nothing we can do about it.
Boluogo glanced at the calendar beside him. On a certain date, there was a big red cross drawn on it.
A week has passed since the final moment that swept all mankind. Fortunately, this time mankind won the game with the devil and the power of God, breaking the cycle of evil and allowing mankind to escape from the curse.
Liberation.
But... to be precise, Palmer won.
Palmer is like the true chosen one. His luck is unbelievable. When Boluogo chose to devote himself to becoming the container of God's power, Palmer was actually the first human being to come into contact with God's power.
, at the same time, he also made a choice beyond imagination.
Faced with the supreme power that could satisfy all wishes, Palmer did not indulge in his own desires, but relied on unimaginable perseverance to reject the temptation that no one could resist and defend his own goodness.
and virtue.
From then on, the circle of sin was broken by Palmer, shattered on the ground, and disappeared. At the same time, Palmer returned the power of God to Boluogo.
Thinking of this, a gleam of ether appeared in Bolog's eyes. He raised his head and a laurel crown made of light emerged from the void, ending all sins and leaving only holiness.
The crown of ultimate guilt.
Burlogo thought, in fact, Palmer still made a wish for the power of God, but his wish was not for his own selfish desires, but for his friends and for Burlogo, giving up this supreme power.
In this subtle and complicated situation, Bologo not only serves as a container of God's power, but also becomes the incarnation of God's power and desire. Just like the holy trinity, Bologo has been detached from the foundation of the system of aliens from the outside.
on, completely purifying and guiding this divine power.
Since then, Bologo has become a being that is higher than the devil and on the same level as the aliens, the supreme being who is above the crowned one and on par with the gods.
More importantly, with Palmer's decision, Bologo was freed from the curse of power and no longer fell into the temptation of desire.
The leader of all evils became history with the death of the devils. Now standing in the world is Bologo, the crown of eternal guilt.
As a result, the curse that had shackled human history for thousands of years disappeared.
Boluogo sat quietly for a long time again and sighed deeply, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and as if he was lamenting the impermanence of the world.
"Once again," Bologg said to himself, "Lazarus rises from the dead."
Unfortunately, Boluogo didn't have time to celebrate the disappearance of the curse, just like the pleasure of defeating the devil was fleeting in his heart.
Work, work, work.
The final battle with the devil triggered a series of disasters in the material world. Not to mention the great rift that opened up the world, the Kogadel Empire, which had been baptized by the Kingdom of Slurry, was enough to give the Bureau of Order a headache.
Although Boluogo and others destroyed the Kingdom of Slurry in time, in the short time it was in operation, it had caused countless casualties and dealt a serious blow to a wide range of cities.
With the death of the devils and the demise of the Kogadel royal family, the hostile relationship between the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League ended. The Bureau of Order established several rescue teams to cooperate with the troops arriving in the Kogadel Empire to rescue them.
Carry out assistance and reconstruction work.
"It's so busy."
Boluogo closed the document in front of him and sighed in a low voice.
Even Boluogo can't bear the current intensity of work.
That day, when Bologger woke up and left the ethereal world with Palmer, who was about to freeze to death, he only rested for half a day before immersing himself in the busy post-war reconstruction work.
Boluogo is first responsible for defusing the brewing ether vortex points, preventing them from further evolving into extraordinary disasters, and finding ways to close the fatal rifts to prevent the ether concentration in the material world from further increasing.
Under the power of the Crown of Final Sin, on the third day after the battle, Bologo successfully closed the great rift between the Pillar of Kingship and the Ridge of the Mountains, and also relied on that supreme power to solve the problem of all the matter scattered throughout the world.
There are most dangerous ether vortex points in the world, but the ether concentration in the material world is still at an extremely dangerous level. Scholars are working overtime to study how to alleviate the balance between the two worlds.
This busy work has continued to this day, and will probably continue to do so.
Putting down the stack of heavy documents in his hand, Bologger leaned back, and the crown of final guilt on his head swayed.
Looking at the golden light, Boluogo didn't feel like he had become the supreme being at all... He had obviously mastered the power of the gods and became a mortal god, but he still had to work at his desk. It was a bit absurd no matter how he thought about it.
What makes Bologo even more irritated is that as a professional field clerk, Bologo likes to waste a lot of time in the practice room after every promotion to repeatedly test the limits of his new abilities.
As for how strong he is now, Boluogo has always maintained great curiosity and is eager to try, but there is no free time for Boluogo to waste at the moment.
Bologg has been able to roughly grasp the power of the Crown of Final Sin, but it is only a rough grasp, and many of the limits are still beyond Bologg's knowledge.
"I still don't have any real feeling."
Boluogo sighed, and then he laughed with satisfaction.
It is a good thing to have no real feeling. It proves that Boluogo still has a mortal heart and that he will not have any changes in his mood due to the level of strength.
Power is just power, a tool that can be driven, even if this power is enough to split mountains and rocks, or even turn the world around.
Even if he becomes the Supreme, Boluogo must always be vigilant. Once he is lost in power, it will undoubtedly be a betrayal of those who have dedicated themselves.
Freya's figure suddenly appeared from beside Boluogo. Just like Boluogo had no real sense of his own sublimity, Freya also had little sense.
The only change may be that he can add "you" when calling Boluogo, and most of the time, Freya will forget this.
Just like now.
"Bologo, the meeting in the decision-making room is about to begin, do you want to leave now?"
As Freya spoke, she stared straight at the Crown of Final Conscience on Bolog's head. It was obvious that she wanted to touch it and had no intention of asking Bolog.
"It feels really weird."
Freya rubbed the Crown of Final Sorrow vigorously a few times, as if what she held in her hand was not a sacred object, but a fancy toy.
Boluogo didn't react much to this. He was used to this kind of unrealistic thing.
Just like in the past few days, Bologg often went to the staff canteen to eat. The staff looked at him with surprise. Once, they could restrain their emotions a little. This time, they applauded Bologg.
, cheering, lifted up Boluogo and threw him high into the air.
Of course, a few of them took photos with Bolog, and Bolog even thoughtfully summoned the Crown of Final Guilt, which made everyone marvel.
The most terrible thing is that there are a few employees who are too social. They suggest that they use the technique of borrowing the camera to make the crown of Boluogo's final sin appear just above their heads.
As a result, there were a few more supreme beings in this world for a short time...probably.
Under the celebration of everyone, Boluoge once felt that he was not the supreme being, but more like a doll waiting to take photos with tourists at the scenic spot.
It's good that Boluogo is neither a god nor a king. He is just a mortal who happens to be in charge of the supreme power.
Every time he thinks of this, Boluoge always feels inexplicable peace in his heart, like a piece of quiet water.
"Stop playing, it's time to go."
Bologger calmed the ether in his body, and the crown dissipated, urging.
The hazy darkness enveloped Boluogo. When his vision became clear, Boluogo had appeared in a huge hall. It looked like a temporary building. There were no meaningless costumes, only the gray-white
Concrete is stacked layer by layer to form surrounding terraced seats.
During the final battle, the decision-making room, that is, the one and only one, came out in full force. In that final sacrifice, it not only disintegrated itself, but also collapsed along with the huge upside-down hall.
Therefore, the mysterious decision-making room of the Order Bureau was completely destroyed after that battle, both in terms of meaning and physical level.
In order to rebuild the command center, the Kenshi temporarily built this place. Freya's cluster consciousness also took over the original work of the One in All. Although there are still many problems, it at least ensures the current stable operation of the Bureau of Order.
Standing in this huge hall, Boluogo looked at the extending seats on the stairs, and familiar faces came into his eyes one after another.
Aimu, Bailey, Mamo, Lebius, Jeffrey...
In Nethanil's initial formulation, in the future, the decision-making core of the Order Bureau will no longer be completely dominated by the cluster consciousness. Instead, this power will be split into three parts, one part will be given to the staff working in the decision-making room, and the other will be given to the staff working in the decision-making room.
The first share is given to the cluster consciousness, and the last share is given to the current director of the Order Bureau.
Of course, this part of the reform is still under planning, and the staff list of the decision-making room is also being drawn up. During this special period, the Order Bureau has summoned all available staff.
"Even if we have met before, I still feel very lucky to see you all alive again."
Boluogo muttered in a low voice in a voice that could not be heard by others.
Walking up the stairs, in a corner of the stairs, Bologo saw Nathaniel, Holt, and...Palmer.
Seeing the three of them looking like this, Boluogo couldn't help but laugh.
In the successive battles, all three of them suffered injuries of varying degrees, and this injury could not be healed in a short time.
Just like a wounded person who had just been discharged from the hospital, Nesanir was covered in circles of bandages, and most of the long hair on his head was shaved off and bandaged with several pieces of gauze.
The flesh and blood that grew in the wound almost ate up Nethanil's flesh and blood. Although Nethaniel survived after being surgically removed and maintained with the ether, but as the number of soul scars increased, Nethaniel
Neil's condition is still not much better.
Holt followed a small cart, which was loaded with extracorporeal circulation equipment similar to that used by Mamo. In the final battle on the ridge of the mountains, Holt tried his best to resist the endless flow of flesh and blood.
At full strength, the alchemical matrix was almost overloaded and destroyed.
In order to heal the disintegrated alchemical matrix, doctors designed this set of extracorporeal circulation equipment. Pure alchemical liquid will circulate in his body 24 hours a day to repair the damage to the alchemical matrix.
As for Palmer, he seems to be the worst, but also the lightest. Due to his overly strong luck, his alchemical matrix did not suffer much damage. It is even said that when he regains extraordinary power, he can make alchemy
When the matrix was running again, he still had a certain amount of ether remaining in his body.
Palmer's main injuries came from the various frostbites he suffered in the etheric realm when he lost his strength, among which his legs were the most serious. Like Lebius, he sat directly in a wheelchair with his feet in plaster.
But this did not prevent Palmer from using the strong wind to propel himself and speeding through the corridors of the Bureau of Order.
"Everyone."
Bologg smiled and nodded to everyone, and everyone responded to Bologg in the same way.
"What are we going to discuss today?" Bologo asked as he took his seat.
"About...the secret source," Mamo, who was sitting at the seat, spoke first, his cloudy eyes falling on Boluogo, "It's time to rebuild a new order, isn't it?"
Boluogo listened and nodded in approval.
"Yeah, New Order."
Passed away together with the devil, the secret source incarnated by the eighth person. Their power disappeared, but their influence on the world continues.
Then, the influence on the world was passed into the hands of Boluogo.
Like a subtle...debt transfer?
Bologo tried to understand these things in a more rational way. In short, the various influences left by the devils and the secret source were transferred to Bologo's hands one by one.
Now, Boluogo is not only the only supreme person in the world, but he has also taken over the debts left by the devils and the blood contract of the secret source. Boluogo can feel that he can undo all of this at any time if he wants, but
This also means that all beings born from the secret source of the devil will be affected by it.
After careful consideration, Boluogo retained these influences. At the same time, he also ensured that no new debtors would be born in the world, let alone the establishment of a blood contract.
The power of the secret source was temporarily separated from the Crown of Final Conviction by Bologo and rebuilt. The blazing storm once again rolled up in the ethereal world, so that all the Sublime Ones could regain contact with the ethereal world.
With Boluogo working day and night, the world seems to have returned to the eve of the end.
But Boluogo was not satisfied with this. After all, all this is still a product of the old era. Human beings need a new order, a new order that is not affected by any force, rather than a person hanging above their heads.
God.
Bologo will serve as the guardian of the old order and continue to maintain the operation of debts and secret sources. The scholars of the Order Bureau will, with the assistance of Bologo, further develop the ethereal world and create a world free from the secrets.
A new generation of source-limited alchemical matrix.
For that kind of future, Boluogo is very optimistic.
The secret source was originally born because mortals had no understanding of extraordinary power. In order to speed up all this, the Eighth Man sacrificed himself to create a huge power system to accommodate human beings.
But now, human beings have accumulated enough knowledge and are no longer ignorant beings. Since the alchemy matrix is a power system born from that distant world, Aurora, today's scholars have enough power.
To get rid of the limitations of the secret source and create a real, independent alchemy matrix.
new order.
However, before the new order is completely established, the subsequent implantation and promotion of the alchemical matrix will still have to grow through the power of Boluogo. This also means that for a long time, Boluogo's work will not be possible.
it's over.
Boluogo felt a little headache about this.
The meeting lasted all morning, and the progress was slow, but it was indeed moving forward.
Bologg walked out of the hall with a tired look on his face, while Palmer pushed his wheelchair happily, followed closely by Aimu and Vosilin. One was just following Bologg, and the other was responsible for taking care of him.
Palmer before he does that stupid thing of speeding down the hallway again.
"Let's go, it's time to have a bite to eat."
Boluogo said a little tiredly that he didn't expect this meeting to last so long...but that's right, after all, this will affect the future of the world.
The established blood contract will be sealed and retained until all debts are repaid, and a new round of blazing storm will re-roll in the ethereal world. Similarly, when the independently operating alchemical matrix is born, the power of the secret source will also
It will end accordingly.
Boluogo temporarily split part of his supreme power to maintain the operation of the two systems, but with the remaining power, he is still the well-deserved supreme person in the world.
This time when Bologg arrived at the cafeteria, the reaction of the staff was not as excited as before. It seemed that this period of desensitization was successful, and everyone was not so obsessed with their awe, or even sickened into some kind of belief.
"Oh? Bologo!"
When Boluogo arrived, he saw Sere emerging from the crowd and wiping the corners of his mouth. He had just finished his meal.
"Good afternoon, Sere."
Bologo was not surprised that Sere appeared here. After the war, the Order Bureau fell into a serious shortage of personnel. In order to resume operations as soon as possible, the Order Bureau had no choice but to recruit many temporary workers.
"To be honest, I still can't stand your outfit."
Bologg frowned. Looking at Sere's Bureau of Order uniform and the temporary worker sign pinned to his chest, Bologg felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort.
This feeling is very subtle, like a professional guard of honor suddenly sneaking in with a few clowns from an acrobatic troupe. Not to mention their professionalism, just by having them standing there, it feels like they are damaging their professional image.
"Hahaha."
Sere laughed heartily, then suddenly came closer and asked in a low voice, "Speaking of which, your Order Bureau hasn't decided when to hold the celebration yet?"
celebration?
Yes, celebration.
After the victory of a war, in order to wash away the bleakness and sadness, and commemorate the sacrifice and glory, everyone will always gather together to celebrate something, not to mention that the victory of this war saved mankind from the curse of cyclic extinction.
This is a moment that will surely go down in history.
We at the Immortal Club love celebrations, or, to be precise, any activity that can rationalize away a hangover.
Therefore, after the Order Bureau had no choice but to recruit these undead as temporary workers, they have been studying these things after work, and repeatedly applied to the decision-making room to allow them to host this grand event.
When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, everyone in the Immortal Club is a real professional.
However, the Bureau of Order is very busy, and everyone is extremely busy, as if victory has never existed. Therefore, no one pays attention to the appeals of these undead, and only hopes to quickly stabilize the turbulent world.
"I don't know. You can plan it yourself first, and then remember to show me the plan first."
Bologo made a small promise to Sere to save this guy from restlessness. As for whether he really came up with the plan? Let Freya take a look first to avoid dirtying his eyes.
God Se Lei said mysteriously, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Boluogo looked at the time, "Are you very free? Go get busy after eating."
After sending Sere away, Boluogo finally calmed down. Palmer was moved to the opposite side of Boluogo by Vosilin. Then she and Aimu went to get food first, and brought some for the two of them.
There was a lot of noise around him. Bologna took a long breath and looked at Palmer, who was sitting opposite him. He had pulled out a novel from somewhere and was reading it with relish.
In a day when everyone is extremely busy, Palmer unexpectedly leads a retirement-like life.
Boluogo thought for a while and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, I have a question, Palmer."
Without looking up, Palmer said, "What?"
Boluogo pondered for a while and asked with doubt, "Why did you refuse the power at that time?"
"ha?"
"Yes, why would you reject the temptation of power and choose to save me?"
Even now, Boluogo is still full of confusion about Palmer's choice. As long as Palmer takes a step forward, he can have the whole world, but he did not do so, but carried himself towards an unknown destiny.
.
This is not a doubt about Palmer's character or will, it's just that Burlogo is simply confused and curious about an answer, an answer that overwhelms reality.
"Is this a hard question?"
Palmer put down the novel, looking even more confused than Borrowgo.
Then, he raised the book again and said, "The answer is very simple. I think you would do the same thing if it were you."
"that's all?"
"Otherwise? Do you still want me to write you a thousand-word story about my journey?"
After listening to Palmer's words, Bologg fell silent. This was an expected answer. After all, this was Palmer, and his brain structure itself did not allow him to have overly complicated reasons and ideas.
But even so, when this fact was really put in front of Boluogo, Boluogo still had an... unreal feeling, as if it was an impossible miracle that he could be treated like this by others.
Boluogo unconsciously touched the ring cross on his chest, recalling the passive situation of getting good things from others.
“The reason why human beings become human is that we have the extraordinary ability to empathize and understand others. These precious qualities enable us to transcend selfish instincts, make altruistic choices with a broader heart, and demonstrate the golden splendor of the soul.”
Palmer's voice sounded slowly, and Boluogo looked at him even more surprised. He didn't expect that Palmer could become so philosophical after experiencing such a catastrophe of life and death.
As if he understood what Burlogo was thinking, Palmer turned the novel over so that the text was facing Burlogo.
He said, "This is written by Irwin. He deserves to be a novelist. I just can't think of such words."
…
Sere sneaked through the corridor. He looked around and made sure that all the staff in the broadcast room had gone to take a lunch break. Then he quietly opened the door and tried to get in like a thief.
"Sere, what are you doing?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Sere turned around quickly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his whole body exploded.
"Wow! Bode, I'm so scared!"
Sere turned around and saw the tall Bode standing behind him. Like himself, Bode was also wearing a Bureau of Order uniform with a temporary worker sign on his chest.
"Wait a minute," Se Lei felt that something was wrong with the situation. "The voice just now was clearly Wei'er's. Why is it you who is standing in front of me? Where is it?"
Bode remained silent, unbuttoned his clothes with both hands, and exposed his chest. As a skeleton, Bode's chest was originally empty, but this time, a small fish tank was stuffed inside, and Weier was swimming in it.
Swimming back and forth, like a tractor driver.
Wei'er swam around, stuck her head out, and spat at Sere.
Bode re-buttoned his shirt and asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"
"I? I'm preparing for the celebration."
Serei walked into the broadcast room with a beaming look, sat on a chair swaggeringly, and fiddled with the equipment in front of him.
Bode was extremely skeptical, "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I just asked Boluogo, and he said that we undead are the best at eating, drinking and having fun, so it is right to leave this kind of thing to us."
Sere is confident, and to a certain extent, he is indeed thinking in sync with Boluogo.
After hearing Sere's words, Bode really had nothing to refute.
Weier's voice sounded, "You want to do it now?"
"To be precise, it will be held now."
Sere dug into his pocket and mysteriously took out a box of tapes.
As if he was afraid that Weier and Bode would not cooperate, he added, "Celebrations are like surprises. Don't you think the lifelessness of the Bureau of Order needs some surprises to wash away it?"
Neither of them spoke. Sere couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "We are the undead looking for fun, you don't really think of yourself as part-time workers, do you?"
With that said, Sere pulled off the temporary worker badge from his chest and slammed it to the ground.
After getting angry, Serei picked it up with a smile and put it back on his chest. "It's under the eaves. The Bureau of Order has so many entrances. Without this thing, it's really difficult to move forward."
Sitting back on the chair, seeing that Bode and Weier did not stop him, Sere pressed the switch and flicked the microphone. A sharp noise passed by, and a sick smile appeared on his face.
"Hello everyone, noon."
Sere's voice echoed throughout the Order Bureau through the radio, and he said excitedly, "This is Sere Vilelis, your loyal neighbor who lives in the Undead Club!"
He picked up the tape and inserted it into the machine.
"Everyone, smile, you just saved the world."
A familiar and sweet singing voice sounded from the radio.
In the summoning room, Nathaniel looked at the broadcaster in the corner. Waves of singing echoed in the room. He was about to stop Sere's lunatic, but as soon as he was halfway up, he sat down again as if tired, his face
A helpless smile emerged.
"Look, when you're not around, I have to deal with a bunch of crazy people like this every day. It's really annoying."
Nathaniel was talking to himself as he took down a bottle of wine from the wine rack. This time, the summoning room no longer looked dark and empty. It was filled with warm light and exuded a warm atmosphere.
With a long sigh, he said, "Forget it, let everyone relax."
After pouring half a glass of wine, Nathaniel hummed along with the music and toasted to the ghost-like existence.
The ghost smiled in response, and she said softly, "This period of time has really troubled you, Nathaniel."
…
"Is it Sere again?"
In the office, Jeffrey listened to the singing and sighed, "Even if these undead bodies don't age, how do you feel that their spirits don't age at all?"
"Because they don't need to work."
Lebius rarely responded with humor, although his tone was still cold.
"You and I both know that work is a real slow death."
"Wow, I didn't expect that a workaholic like you would say such a thing," Jeffrey said in disbelief, "Why, are you enlightened?"
"It's not really enlightenment. I just feel that the sword hanging above everyone's head has disappeared, and I will inevitably feel a little relieved."
An inexplicable smile appeared on Lebius' lips, and he continued, "I'm thinking about retirement."
"ha?"
Jeffrey was stunned. In his eyes, Lebius should be a man who worked at his job until death, but he took the initiative to think about the future.
After a brief trance, Jeffrey became happy, very happy.
Although it was many years late, my good friend finally got rid of the heavy responsibilities and chose to enjoy his life.
Just listen to Lebius say seriously, "I plan to open a beach hotel on the beach of Free Port. The user group is the employees of the Order Bureau. I will provide excellent vacation arrangements..."
…
As One of Ten Thousands disintegrated and dissipated, the Freya cluster consciousnesses as a backup plan came online and took on some of the previous work of One of Ten Thousands.
Freya's collective consciousness is not as powerful as the One among Ten Thousands. She still needs to learn for a long time, and she does not have much combat power and is extremely fragile.
In order to ensure the safety of Freya's cluster consciousness, the decision-making room established a new department for Freya, responsible for the security and daily maintenance of Freya.
And then... Hart is the only one in this department right now.
"I want to resign. If I can't, I will definitely die if I keep working overtime."
Hart's wails lingered in the outpost in the ruined area, which was still functioning as a temporary gathering place for Freyas.
But after persisting for so long, the only maintenance staff member was Hart. He fell to the ground and struggled feebly. No matter how much Fuliya tried to persuade him, he refused to get up.
"I'm going back to the field department. I miss my team members."
Hart howled and pulled his hair, "Look, I was shiny and shiny before, but now I'm losing hair and getting tangled!"
"Hold on, Hart, look at the best, when the department is established, you will be the first minister."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"I was promoted from an ordinary employee to a director at once!"
"You are losing hair because your hair quality is not good. It doesn't matter. We will help you comb it."
Freyas were chirping and talking nicely. In their spare time, they had been making fun of Hart. After all, in the eyes of Freyas, Hart was the only remaining human being in the world.
Hart pretended to be dead and remained motionless, and then Sere's voice sounded from the radio.
Freya and others turned their heads one after another, realizing that Sere had overstepped his authority.
"Okay, see you soon, Hart!"
Freya and others still looked at Hart with some nostalgia, but they still turned around and sank into the living room and disappeared. Hart seemed to have not heard their words and was still lying on the ground. After a while, bursts of
Snoring sounded.
…
"Everyone, now is the critical moment of the celebration."
Sere looked at Bode and Weier in Bode's chest seriously, "Friya and the others will definitely come to hinder us, we must stop them!"
Before she finished speaking, the Freyas emerged from the wall like ghosts and shouted, "Temporary workers! You have exceeded your authority!"
"My position was given to me by Boluogo!"
Sere laughed heartily and said it was a celebration, but in fact he just wanted to mess with the Order Bureau.
Having lived peacefully with the Bureau of Order for so many years, Serei wanted to enter the kennel and cause some trouble for them a long time ago. Unfortunately, with the previous attitude of the Bureau of Order, if he did this, he would definitely be dragged out to dry in the sun.
.
But things are different now. The dark clouds that were pressing down on the world have disappeared and the sky is clear.
Besides... Sere is about to move, and it will be too late if he doesn't take action.
"You stinky outsourcer! You're fired!"
"You attacked me personally!"
Sere and the Freyas started fighting, and as more and more Freyas joined the battle, Sere was at a slight disadvantage.
Bode silently watched their scuffle. He carefully moved to the edge of the chair and silently increased the volume to cover up the sound of pain when Sere was elbowed.
Needless to say, the fight between Freya and the others was really powerful.
The singing echoed in the employee canteen, and Bologg and Palmer looked at each other. When Sere's curses flashed past, the two finally couldn't help it anymore, and their bodies shook with laughter.
"What are you going to do after this?"
After laughing for a while, Boluogo asked Palmer, "When the world settles down, our work will be much freer, and we should have a lot of time to do our own things."
Palmer glanced at Vosilin who was walking towards him, "Me? I might go back to my hometown and get married first."
Boluogo said mysteriously, "Oh? I know a pretty good wedding company. Do you want to recommend it?"
"Ah? You still know this one?"
Palmer looked surprised. Then, he thought for a while and said, "But, I might also take a break first, such as staying at home for a month... What about you? What are your plans, Uncle?"
Logo.”
"Maybe like you, take a break first, or... get married?"
marry?
For Boluogo, this is really a topic that is both far away and very close at hand.
He also looked to one side, where Wosselin and Aimu were walking towards here with four dinner plates in their hands, talking and laughing.
Along the way, I don’t know which staff member was the first to be unable to bear it. He twisted his body a few times to the singing played by Sere. Then, the happy atmosphere spread like a virus. Some staff members hummed the song, and some
Then they laughed and jumped in a circle.
The oppressive and dark days have come to an end, and everyone is happy and full of expectations.
Looking at this scene, Boluogo said with emotion, "I also want to learn how to become a director."
Palmer did not respond.
Boluogo looked at Palmer and saw that he was clumsily moving his wheelchair to Woxilin's side. Wosilin walked quickly and put the plate full of food on the table.
"I love this song!"
Palmer said with excitement, "This is exclusive to the Immortal Club. Every time this song plays, it means happy times are coming!"
Vosilin responded to Palmer with a smile, held his hand, and naturally blended into the cheerful atmosphere.
The two danced, Wosselin was extremely graceful, while Palmer turned the wheel with one hand and spun on the spot. He spun faster and faster, like a top, causing a burst of cheers and applause from the surrounding staff.
Boluogo looked at everyone's mischief, and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction filled his heart, as if all his efforts were for this moment.
In the sublimation furnace core, scholars hummed tunes and operated complex instruments. In various atriums, staff hurriedly passed by, but tunes of different timbres rippled among the crowds.
Laughter spread among the crowd, and Aimu came over and sat in front of Boluogo.
Aimu asked, "Aren't you going to join?"
Boluogo shook his head subconsciously. He was out of tune with such a happy atmosphere, as abrupt as a sharp knife painted pink.
"You're always like this, Borgo."
Aimu stood up, came to Boluogo's side, put his hands on his shoulders, and kneaded him gently.
"Always with a cold face and frown, as if there is some deep grudge... It's all over, Boluogo, why not relax?"
Aimu said as he leaned down and stretched out his hand towards Boluogo.
"Let's dance."
Bologg wanted to refuse, but inexplicably, like a strange coincidence, Bologg held Aimu's hand.
He stared blankly at the clasped hands, and the heavy thoughts melted, evaporated, and disappeared in Boluogo's mind.
Boluogo laughed to himself. Even Boluogo didn't know what he was laughing at. Then he stood up, took Aimu's hand, and started for the first time in his life,
A very clumsy dance.
Following the melodious melody, he hummed in a low voice.