Boluogo has heard many such stories. Many philosophers, inventors, and artists often create amazing works under extremely ordinary circumstances.
Now Boluogo understands this to some extent. One pleasant morning, in a cemetery full of interesting souls, he touched the truth about the devils.
It happened suddenly, and until a few minutes later, Boluogo could not recover.
"You can keep this book. The library doesn't want to collect it anyway, so there is no permission mark. You can take it home and put it on the corner of the table." Nathaniel said and put the book "The Devil and the Electric Guitar"
The Guide is back.
"We call the vague connection between the debtor and the devil the 'umbilical cord', just like the umbilical cord between a child and his mother. Debtors, as agents, can be regarded as having the authority of the devil to a certain extent and are the devil.
Incarnation in this world.”
"With the connection of the 'umbilical cord', we who have devil's authority can see things that ordinary people cannot see, right?" Boluogo suddenly understood everything, "If an ordinary person reads this book, he should only
Can you see the electric guitar instruction manual?"
"Yes, but it's not entirely true. Everyone's ability to see spiritually is different, and some people won't react to it at all. But there is always a shortage of unlucky people in the world, right?"
Nathaniel waved his hand.
"The 'umbilical cord' is not only a connection, but also a qualification. Once you are a devil, you have to work hard to break out of the prison. Whether you are willing or not, the so-called fate will always point you to the final destination.
"
"Then the optimal solution for the Bureau of Order is to execute all the debtors." Bologo said.
"How is that possible? How long do you think devils have existed? The history of devils is almost as long as the history of us humans, as if they were born because of humans... If you can escape from the prison, there should be so many things in such a long time
One devil escaped, but in fact, the devils were all bound by their own power, and no one escaped."
Nathaniel said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, the world is very safe now."
"But one day the devil will escape from here, it's just a matter of time." Bologo said.
"That's right! As expected of an expert, we must take some countermeasures to fight against the unknown future."
Nathaniel rubbed his hands, with a somewhat mysterious expression on his face.
"For example, setting up an action team composed of debtors," Bologo continued, "it would be best if there is an immortal who can live for a long time."
"I have great expectations for you." Nathaniel slapped Boluogo on the shoulder again.
"But I am a debtor. This is like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Aren't you afraid that the countermeasures you set up will actually help the devil escape from the prison?" Boluogo asked rhetorically.
"I have thought about it, but no matter what the plan is, there are risks, right? More importantly, we have never understood our enemy from beginning to end."
Nathaniel looked at the books in Bolog's arms and laughed at himself.
"You think we know a lot about the devil? No, we don't know much.
After the fall of the Holy City, we have been studying how to win against the King's Secret Sword. During this long time, we have been fighting in the shadows. When the threat of the devil gradually became apparent, we discovered that for these ancient
existence, we actually know nothing about.
Facing a group of completely unknown enemies, no matter how prepared you are, it is in vain, so the mission of the special operations team does not stop there."
Nathaniel threw away his cigarette butt, and the cemetery lined with tombstones was quiet and comfortable.
"If you want to defeat your enemy, you must first understand him.
There is an 'umbilical cord' between you and the devil. This invisible umbilical cord connects you with the devil, so you are the most suitable beings to dig out the devil's secrets. You can see things that ordinary people cannot see and cannot know."
This is the true purpose of Nathaniel. Bologo is like a scout, at the forefront of hell, recording the horrific scenes that happen there without reservation.
"For example, you did a great job in this raid. It was simply amazing. If every field employee was as good as you, we should have wiped out the King's Secret Sword long ago.
But I think that you were able to do all this with the help of some people, right?"
Sure enough, the existence of the tyrant could not be concealed from him. Just as Bologg was about to explain something, Nathaniel's next words made Bologg even more confused.
"Well done! Let's talk about things related to the devil. We are aware that the devil exists in Opos, but you also know that except for some evil rituals, we cannot actively look for the devil.
"
As soon as he heard the information related to the devil, Nathaniel's eyes lit up and he kept urging himself.
Borogo was silent for a while, revealing all the information about the tyrant, except for the strange words the tyrant said to himself.
The tyrant was looking for someone, and he was looking for him for a long, long time.
"Is that so? That's really good information. Look, didn't you do a good job? Without any instructions, you have successfully contacted a devil."
"Why do I feel like you want to create an undercover agent to lurk on the devil's side?" Bologo said.
"There's nothing wrong with your understanding. You see you've gone deep into the hinterland!"
Nathaniel praised him and whistled at the same time. He didn't look like an old guy at all. Bologger suspected that when Palmer got old, he would probably look like Nathaniel.
But even though he was so funny, Boluogo could still feel the majesty in his movements. His indifferent attitude towards the devil was supported by his own absolute strength, which is why he was so confident.
"Back to the previous question, will you betray us and will you fulfill your prophecy?"
Nathaniel's voice changed, and there was still a soft smile on his face, but Boluogo could detect the coldness beneath it.
"Actually, this is not the first time we have met, Mr. Lazarus. If you think about it carefully, you should remember me."
Listening to Nethaniel's words, Bologo stared at Nethaniel's face, and a piece of the past crawled out of the memory that was almost buried.
"It's you..." Boluogo remembered.
"Yes, it was me. I was the one who welcomed you at that time." Nathaniel was very happy that Boluogo still remembered him. "I remember how you looked at that time. You were so pitiful, like a big cat soaked by the rain.
The dog finally found a place to hide from the rain, but was kicked away violently."
"To be honest, I was very worried about you at that time. I thought you would definitely degenerate into a monster and become a huge trouble, and then I would be the one to solve it.
But my friend trusts you very much, so I made a bet with him. After that, I have been waiting for news from you in the office, guessing how many days you can last."
Nathaniel shrugged. He lost the bet, but he looked happy.
"Now it seems that you have completely exceeded my expectations, Mr. Lazarus. Not only have you not turned into a monster, you have become a member of the hunters. Maybe you are the best one among us."
Nathaniel reached out and grabbed the cross necklace Borogo wore on his chest.
"I'm curious what caused you to undergo such a change?"
The golden light stared directly at him, and Boluogo felt like he was being watched by a giant dragon.
"People are always pursuing something stubbornly. Some people are wealth, some people are power, and some people are longevity."
Burlogo suddenly said a series of words that had nothing to do with the topic, and then he continued.
"I think the best thing among them may be love."
"Love? Love someone?" Nathaniel said.
"No, it is not active, but passive. Whether it is wealth, power, or longevity, you can get it on your own initiative, but being loved only comes from others and is given to you by others on their own initiative."
Speaking of this, Boluogo's tone was actually a little frightened, as if he didn't deserve to have these.
"How lucky you are that there is such a person who is willing to give everything for you, and you have it, even if it is only for a moment, but this moment is enough to support your fragmented life."
Boluogo thought of a sentence he heard a long time ago, so long that even his memory seemed a bit unfamiliar.
"In the middle of winter, I finally knew that I had an invincible summer - this summer was given by her."
Nathaniel blinked, his eyes wandering around, and he dug into his pocket again.
"I seem to understand, but I don't understand a little, but I think you should be being watched by someone, Mr. Lazarus, she is watching you, and you are not doing it for yourself, even if it is to not disappoint her.
, and you won’t allow yourself to become a monster.”
Boluogo didn't reply. He was immersed in his own emotions, looking at the small white flowers growing under the tombstone in the distance. They were swaying in patches, and there was a reassuring sound.
"I could always hear weird whispers before, but now...I can't hear them anymore." Bologo murmured.
"Huh? That sounds really good."
Nathaniel said as he took out something from his pocket. It was a bright blood color, like a crystal ruby.
"It's not easy to find it among so many goods. Fortunately, we have a complete set of techniques for identifying philosopher's stones."
Under Bolog's blank gaze, it was handed into Bolog's hand. It wasn't until he felt bursts of warmth coming from his hand that Bolog realized that this was not an illusion.
"The way to release it is very simple. The 'golden soul' cannot be bound, just smash it to pieces."
Nathaniel stood up with a smile, waved goodbye to Boluogo and said at the same time.
"The raid was well done. I will extend your vacation for three days. You can do whatever you want during these three days, but I suggest you relax completely.
There are many battles ahead for you, Mr. Lazarus."
Boluogo didn't hear these words at all. He just stared at the philosopher's stone in his hand, slowly clenched it tightly, and held it firmly in his hand, feeling every inch of it.
No one can take it away from Boluogo again, neither gods nor demons.
The body gradually began to tremble. Boluogo grabbed it tightly and bent over, as if curled up due to stomach pain. Then he lay on the bench, looking at the clear sky, and faint laughter sounded.
.
Boluogo did it, and everything was worth it.
He was so happy that his eyes even moistened, until he couldn't control it anymore, covered his face, and his laughter echoed in the cemetery.