After leaving Lebius' office, Bologo and Palmer went to the activity room to rest for a while. The snow outside was very heavy, and the situation in the Great Crack would only get worse. They were planning to wait for the snow to stop before setting off to work.
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"What do you have in this box?"
Palmer noticed that Bologg also brought a box to work. Since Bologg had the Snake Scale Liquid, it was like having a steady stream of steel to use, and he rarely brought a bunch of weapons with him.
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It feels good to be fully armed, but it will inevitably feel bloated after a long time.
"Some daily necessities."
"Ah? Are you planning to stay at the stronghold for a long time?" Palmer asked.
"Not sure, just be prepared in advance. The weather is too bad. If possible, I don't want to experience this bad way to work again," Bologo said.
The wind was so strong today that Boluogo really felt the hardship of going to work.
Palmer's eyes revealed suspicion. Judging from Boluogo's previous words, this guy seemed more like waiting for an opportunity in the stronghold hut, ready to go.
"But...it's a mission..." Boluogo whispered.
Holding the black key in his hand, Boluogo would keep it close to him from now on. He felt faintly nervous in his heart. This thing was like a silent bomb that might explode at any time.
"Are you stressed?" Palmer saw the doubt in Burlogo's eyes.
"Something... I like the feeling of being in control of the whole situation, but this mission is full of clouds. I don't know where we will act, and I don't even have a specific appearance of the enemy we face."
With a hint of threat in his tone, Burlogo said to Palmer, "Think about it, Palmer, as soon as you open the door, you find yourself in an unknown land, with a group of heavily armed men inside.
Those who bear power.”
"Okay, stop talking, I'm already feeling stressed." Palmer also had a headache for a moment.
The two of them want to go deep into the hinterland, but they don't know what is in the hinterland. Lebius also understands this, so the main task of the two is to send a signal, expose the location of the venue, and hit the door before the sixth group.
Destroy the virtual realm as much as possible to make the invasion smoother.
"If we are lucky, we might be able to complete the mission without conflict." Boluogo thought for a while, "Before we were exposed, we were just a group of customers who came to buy things."
"Lucky? I don't think so."
Palmer really couldn't trust his luck, and looked at Boluogo with a pleading look in his eyes, "Do you have any plan? Expert."
Bologna looked into Palmer's eyes and said nothing, but he smiled meaningfully. The smile made Palmer feel chilled.
"Speaking of which, Palmer, as an ancient extraordinary family, your family should know many secrets, right?" Bologg asked.
"Don't think about it, I have no comment."
Palmer crossed his arms and suddenly became hardened again. Then he said deflatedly, "The secrets are guarded by the old guys. I am the successor, but it's not the time to take over yet, right?"
Palmer knew exactly what Bologna wanted to ask. His partner rarely became interested in certain things, but once he became interested, he would become particularly devoted, such as killing enemies or exploring his own secrets.
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Since knowing the fate of Boluogo, the two debtors often talked about these things. Palmer was very open-minded. He didn't care about bad luck or the loss of his soul. If it could prevent him from the bloody nightmare, Palmer would not
Mind maintaining the status quo until death.
He was the same as Bologg in this regard. Since becoming a debtor, Palmer had never been in contact with the Scarlet Matron again. He was afraid of that existence to death.
Palmer said that he sometimes hears strange whispers, but he can fall asleep after drinking some wine. This guy's alcoholism is somewhat related to this.
On the contrary, Boluogo was a little envious of Palmer. He wanted to communicate with his own devil, but he didn't know where he was or who he was.
"What's going on with what Jeffrey said?" Burlogo and Palmer talked about other things to pass the time.
"What do you mean?"
"What does 'coming to the stage' mean?" Bologo asked curiously.
Sometimes Bologg has a strange sense of difference. He has become a field employee of the Bureau of Order, the top thug of this huge violent organization, fighting on a secret front that ordinary people cannot see.
He knew a secret that ordinary people would never know in their lifetime, but when he was actually exposed to it, he felt that he was ignorant. Even though he knew so much, he still seemed insignificant in this extraordinary world.
Palmer fell silent, his smile turned serious, and then he sighed helplessly.
"Well...this is the dark history of our extraordinary family."
"What dark history?"
"Bologo, do you think we are still ordinary people?" Palmer asked something else.
"It doesn't count."
Boluogo thought about it carefully and replied.
According to the "Golden Treatise", in a sense, the Sublime One is no longer considered a human being, but is an existence that has been sublimated from human beings and resembles human beings in appearance, but is inherently higher than human beings.
Even if you don't take this into account, the various indicators of Ninghua are far beyond ordinary people.
"Hundreds of years ago, human beings were divided into ordinary people and nobles, but this distinction was only a division of power and wealth. Anyone who gets a knife will die, but the Ninghua ones are different..."
Before Palmer could finish telling it, Bologo had already thought of what kind of story had happened, and he said, "Is that so?"
"This is a dispute that happened many years ago. I only learned about this when I was studying history. Some extraordinary families feel that they are higher than human beings, just like shepherds, they should lead the flock, and they want to control everything radically,"
Palmer said, thinking of Sere, "This is the same as the Night Clan, they want to create an empire of the undead, and these people want to create an empire of the Sublime Ones."
"It looks like they failed."
Boluogo said that this is an obvious result. In today's world, the Sublime Ones are hidden in the dark side of the world and are controlled by a giant called the Bureau of Order.
"Yes, this happened after the Dawn War. The Night Clan was eliminated, and some people wanted to replace the Night Clan. After another war, the radicals were swept into the grave, while the victors continued to develop, and later in the
Under the operation of the Rhine League, they unite for the Bureau of Order."
Hearing Palmer's words, Boluogo was slightly surprised. He thought this could be regarded as the predecessor of the Bureau of Order.
"For this reason, our entire consciousness chooses to hide, which is why Jeffrey always likes to use this to warn me." Palmer had a headache thinking about this.
"What about the defeated ones? Were they driven out and killed?" Bologo asked.
"No, the conflict between us and them is not as irreconcilable as the Night Clan... After all, the Night Clan are all undead. They can find a place to hide for hundreds of years and then come out to cause trouble," Palmer said.
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"The two made an agreement and hid together in the normal world, but differences existed after all, and with time and disputes, the differences became bigger and bigger until there was no contact anymore."
Only then did Palmer remember something and said to Bolog, "Remember? The Bureau of Order did not unite all the extraordinary organizations in the Rhine League."
"Those who cannot be united are the defeated and neutral ones, right?" Bologo said.
"It's like this. As for what those guys are doing now, I don't know much about it. After the defeat, these guys who wanted to come to the forefront were uncharacteristically withdrawn from the world. If I hadn't mentioned them, I would have almost forgotten about these people.
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Palmer thought about it carefully, and his knowledge of those people was mostly limited to what he learned in his family.
"Except for some exchange banquets every year, I almost never come into contact with those people elsewhere, let alone the Bureau of Order."
Palmer paused, then added again.
"The group of secrets."
"What?"
Bologg listened to Palmer's history talk, but in the middle of the sentence, the guy suddenly came up with an unfamiliar vocabulary, which Bologg couldn't understand.
"Their name, since the birth of the Bureau of Order, these scattered guys have imitated the Bureau of Order and started to stick together for warmth. They call their alliance the 'Group of Secrets'." Palmer said.
"Are they enemies?" Bologo was more concerned about this matter.
"No...at least not now," Palmer said, "but if one day we defeat the King's Secret Sword, then it will be a little uncertain."
Under the pressure of the Night Clan, the extraordinary organizations united together. But after the Night Clan was destroyed, others were eager to replace them. The same is true now. The Kogadel Empire is eyeing the south, and the pressure from the King's Secret Sword has made the Rhine Alliance
The extraordinary organizations have no choice but to unite. Even if they have differences, they will still hypocritically join forces before the powerful enemy is destroyed.
"The group of secrets..."
Bologger whispered softly.
The silence between the two didn't last long, and Palmer said again, "Bologo, you haven't been anywhere else since you were released from prison, right?"
"No, I've been here in Opos since I was released from prison," Bologo said, "What's the matter?"
"Do you have any ideas for travel?" Palmer said.
"travel?"
"I might have to go home after a while, do you want to come together?" Palmer talked about future plans, "I haven't been back since I left home, and it's time to go back."
"Why take me with you?"
Boluogo was skeptical, but deep down he was still quite interested in Fengyuan Highlands, and even more interested in the Palmer family.
"Well..."
Palmer didn't know what to say for a moment, and his expression was complicated.
"After all, we are partners, and we share the blessings."
Boluogo always felt that things were not that simple, and Palmer let out a familiar laugh again, stood up and straightened his clothes.