When Bologg returned to the stronghold room, Palmer was already lying on the single bed and fast asleep. He completely regarded this place as his own home and had no vigilance.
Bologg looked around the room. The room was very full. His single bed was in another corner of the room, next to the boxes. If Bologg lay down directly, without making a sound, he would just stand there.
From the position of the door, it is difficult to detect the presence of Boluogo.
He moved a chair, sat down in front of the table, and placed the documents he got from TEDA on the table. These were the research materials TEDA left behind when he studied Overlord Xilin's alchemy matrix.
Boluogo didn't look through the documents immediately. He felt that his mind was a little hazy. Maybe he had experienced too many things today. He was a little tired and needed to rest.
"ah……"
Boluogo leaned back in his chair and pressed his temples hard, hoping to relieve his inner fatigue.
A strong sense of exhaustion spreads from the inside out. According to TEDA, the Philosopher's Stone contains echoes of human beings' lifetimes. They call this phenomenon mental projection. It seems that Adele's Philosopher's Stone was able to learn from so many
The Philosopher's Stone was distinguished by the use of this technology.
Aimu was affected by the mental projection and became more and more like Teda's daughter, but she was not Alice at all.
Bailey is right to worry. TEDA is in a very bad state. He can no longer distinguish the boundaries between Aimu and Alice. What's worse is that, apart from keeping a close eye on TEDA, Boluogo has no idea about all this.
There was nothing he could do.
Boluogo is very good at using violence to solve problems, but there are many things that violence cannot affect. Even if you beat him to a bloody head, some ideas will still not be changed.
Like an unsolvable problem, it seems that it has no answer from the beginning.
This dilemma made Bologg very irritable. Fortunately, he was very good at controlling his emotions. Bologg needed to do something else to divert his attention, such as writing a report.
Bologg checked the door. It was closed tightly and there was no gap at all. After making sure that there was no one around except himself and Palmer who was sleeping soundly, Bologg sat back at the table, picked up a pen and paper, and
While thinking, I started writing.
This is not a report for Lebius. After the work has entered a stable operation, in order to reduce the work pressure, Bologo only needs to submit a report once a week unless there are any emergencies.
The current report is written to Nathaniel, describing today's encounter with the Orang Rot Sect.
The ninth group has a close relationship with Nethaniel. Maybe Nethaniel already knows what happened in Qiushang Town today, and Boluogo has to fill a key role in all this.
In the report, Boluogo no longer concealed anything, and wrote down all the abnormalities he felt due to the umbilical cord, the strange woman, and the devil's conjecture on paper.
This is a weird and crazy world. Sometimes Boluogo cannot defeat all enemies by himself. He also needs helpers...such as a powerful Glory One.
After writing a large page eloquently, Boluogo read it several times. He thought that what he had written was detailed enough, but when he was about to stop writing, he still hesitated and then continued writing.
"It's interesting that the devil can actually extend the existence of faith. Even if the faith is so crazy, some people still choose to jump into the sea of fire."
When writing this, Boluogo stopped and took out a small booklet from his pocket. The cover of the booklet was red and felt strangely sticky, like some kind of oily skin.
This is exactly what was found from Bailey. It contains crazy words of praise, but when it comes to the name he believes in, the position of the name is stained with blood, as if the name is a taboo and cannot be written.
can remain in memory.
Logically speaking, Boluogo didn't know the blood-stained real name, but under the strange influence, he called out the real name in such a mysterious way.
"The Scarlet Matron."
Brushing the rough paper with his fingertips, Boluogo whispered.
The devil's true name cannot be recorded on paper, so the Orangutan Sect uses another name to refer to the devil they believe in. This name is the Scarlet Matron.
"Belief is not fixed. Perhaps Wandering Fork Road is another form of belief group for Tyrant, and the name Tyrant...may be just a nickname, like the Scarlet Mistress."
Boluogo analyzed and wrote down such speculations.
Judging from Boluogo's wonderful social circle, he has now been in contact with three devils. The devil who traded his soul away. Boluogo has no knowledge of it at all and is completely in a fog. What follows is
The Scarlet Matron and the Tyrant.
Pulling open his collar, Boluogo looked down at his chest. The woman's handprints were clearly visible. They were neither painful nor itchy, and had no strange sensations. They were like tattoos, engraved on his skin, even after death.
Difficult to cure.
Boluogo also wrote about this situation, hoping that Nathaniel could know something. The deputy director always gave Boluogo the feeling of a devil's expert, as if he knew everything.
Sometimes I have to admit that among the devils that Boluogo came into contact with, the tyrant was the easiest one to get along with. Although he was weird and mysterious, the rules he followed were extremely rational, and even in this hesitant fork in the road, he created a sense of humor.
There was a strange sense of order.
Waves of snoring sounded from behind, and Palmer turned over, hugging the quilt and continuing to sleep.
Palmer looked like this on the first day he moved in. Once time went by, Bologo wasn't sure whether Palmer would make this place like his home, filled with all kinds of personal belongings and completely unlike a workplace.
.
Hmm... I feel okay. When it comes to treating his own people, Boluogo is a very tolerant person. His expert requirements are only for himself.
Turning his attention back to the report in front of him, Boluogo looked serious.
"Gluttony...Beelzebub."
Bologg opened his mouth silently, almost calling out the name without sound. Then every inch of Bologg's muscles tensed up, and he paid full attention to his surroundings. Fortunately, nothing unusual happened.
"I am not a believer, but from Adele's words, I understand the content of those beliefs to a certain extent. For example, in the eyes of these believers, human beings have original sin.
I don’t know what kind of connection there is, but that weird woman was given the prefix of gluttony... Could it be said that the devils are named after this original sin?
The seven deadly sins, the seven-headed devil."
Boluogo stopped writing and stared at his words. The more he understood the world, the more he realized the magnificence of the world and the insignificance of individuals.
He is searching for the truth bit by bit. Boluogo believes that there must be people in this world who have taken the same path as him, and they must know something, but they are silent, as if they have compromised.
The figures of Sere and Weier flashed before my eyes. These undead were witnesses of history. Compared with their long years, I, a centenarian, looked particularly young.
The paper was stuffed into the document bag, and Borrogo picked it up, then woke up the sleeping Palmer.
"Off duty, Palmer."
Burlogo said to the sleepy Palmer.
"Huh?" Palmer rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed with a confused look on his face.
Burlogo waited a few minutes and while he was packing his things, Palmer came to his senses.
"How does it feel here?" Borlog asked.
"At least the sleep is good," Palmer suggested. "We can live here for a long time in the future. We don't need rent, and it's very close to the work station. To be precise, we sleep on the work station."
Palmer was very serious about this matter, and he weighed the pros and cons.
"The only bad thing is that the environment here is not very good, the room is a bit narrow, and the two of us have to be roommates... Are you interested in being my roommate?"
"Are you talking about the faucet suddenly bursting or the bed suddenly collapsing when you were brushing your teeth?" Burlogo knew Palmer's bad luck, so he sternly refused, "Work is work, life is life, don't put the two together."
They got confused."
"Okay, okay, okay."
Palmer waved his hand. He was the kind of person who would live in the activity room of the Field Service Department if conditions allowed. The Bureau of Order did not allow beds in the activity room, which was a wise move.
"Have you finished writing the report?" Palmer saw the document bag in Burlogo's hand.
"Well, I'm going to go back to the Order Bureau first and hand this thing over," Boluogo said. "If you're in a hurry, you can leave first."
"I'm fine."
Palmer looked at the closed door, then stretched vigorously.
"What about other things, such as TEDA, such as Aimu." Palmer asked again.
This time Palmer became serious. This guy rarely gets serious, but when he does, he usually talks about important things.
"There are some abnormalities, but they are all expected," Bologo said.
"That's not bad. I don't want to live in the same building with potential enemies." Palmer said, taking out the throwing knife from under the pillow and inserting it back into the knife bag in his pocket.
Burlogo looked at Palmer strangely, and Palmer said incomprehensibly.
"Didn't your family teach you? You should be vigilant when sleeping in other people's homes."