Under the influence of alcohol and music, the atmosphere of the Undead Club gradually became warmer, and Boluogo gradually began to understand why this place was called a haven for the undead.
This small club seems to be isolated from the entire world. When you choose to be a member here, all your social relationships in the world, whether they are hatred or love, will disappear.
The undead have a long time, and here, what awaits them is only the carnival until the eve of the end.
When he first entered the Undead Club, Boluogo didn't understand these words, but now he understands them more or less.
To completely abandon one's own responsibilities and plunge into joy is an escape and a kind of mercy.
Burlogo sat silently biting his straw. In front of the bar, Palmer and Sere were already drinking. The two of them had red cheeks and talked some random nonsense.
Sere and Bologo maintained a tacit understanding. No one would mention the Dawn War, nor would they ask about the name that Sere had erased from the oath document.
Boluogo realized belatedly that he seemed to have been deceived by Sere and his funny and cynical appearance.
No matter how ridiculous Sere is now or how good his pole dancing is, it can never change what Sere did a hundred years ago.
The son of the Night King, the most powerful person in the Evernight Empire.
Judging from the available information, the devil standing behind the Eternal Night Empire is an extremely powerful one among their blood relatives, and often occupies the winner's seat.
According to the plot progression, the Eternal Night Empire may encounter some resistance, but sooner or later it will rise completely, spreading the dark clouds to the entire continent, and putting everyone's souls in the devil's pocket.
Borogo couldn't think of any reason why Thoret would choose to betray the Night King and the devil, overthrowing the Evernight Empire in one fell swoop, causing this behemoth to burn up under the scorching sun.
"He is tired of his long life, but does not have the courage to end himself...but he still has the courage to end his compatriots."
Bologg thought of Wayne's explanation for this, and his half-joking tone echoed in his mind. Bologg thought it was a joke for a while, but Sere seemed to really be able to do such a thing.
No...the reason is still not sufficient.
Why did Sere choose to rebel?
The more he thought about it, the more Bologo realized what a mysterious and interesting guy Serre was.
As the greatest contributor to the Dawn War, Sere would naturally not be liquidated and would not have to be imprisoned in the Land of Eternal Night. So why would he hide in the Undead Club?
Afraid of the devil's revenge?
Boluogo felt that this was impossible. If Sere was afraid of the devil's revenge, he would not have done those things.
His gaze was like a cold sword. Even if the alcohol paralyzed Sere's nerves, he could clearly feel Bologo's piercing gaze. He couldn't help but put down his wine glass and looked at Bologg in shock and fear.
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Sere asked in a low voice, "He...what is he doing?"
Sere likes the feeling of being watched by others, which makes him feel dazzling, especially when women excitedly press their soft palms on his chest and cheer his name eagerly.
It feels great, but only for those ladies.
With Bologg staring at him like this, Sere felt that there were a large number of insects crawling along his back, and the slender and sharp tentacles pricked his skin, causing a creepy tingling sensation.
"He...is he still staring at me?"
Sere swallowed his saliva and asked Palmer in a low voice.
"Well...it seems like I'm still staring at you."
Palmer glanced at Boluogo, then picked up the wine glass, "Don't worry, this guy is a little short-sighted."
"so?"
"When he is thinking, he always looks like he is in a daze, his eyes are unfocused... Maybe that's the case now."
Palmer said as he took out the board game. The trip to the Happy Park did bring some psychological shadow to Palmer, but compared to the happiness of the game, these psychological shadows were obviously not enough.
Sere tried not to think about Boluogo's suffocating gaze, and followed Palmer to play with the board game, unfolding it completely on a table.
"Huh... commemorative edition, those businessmen really know how to make money."
When the board game is fully unfolded, it almost covers the entire table. Compared with the deluxe version that Palmer originally played, this so-called commemorative edition is much expanded.
After Irwin's death, the publisher said it was to commemorate Irwin. It took less than a few months to launch a new version of "Journey to the End of the Night", and also released many expansion packs. The business operation was amazingly fast.
Shocked, it is said that the movie "Night Hunters" will also be re-released at the same time as it was released a year ago, also around the Oath Festival.
While scolding businessmen for their pursuit of profit, Palmer honestly spent money and bought related products. If possible, Palmer even wanted to buy Daisy Castle.
It's a pity that it can't be purchased anymore.
After the reality shattered, Daisy Castle was purchased by the Logistics Department under the disguise of a company. It is currently completely closed and not open to the public.
Boluogo moved his position, looked at Sere, and whispered, "How could I forget about him."
As the son of the Night King and the lord of the Night Tribe, even among the undead, Threi is definitely the oldest and noblest being.
Judging from the long years that Sere has experienced, he has undoubtedly witnessed the deduction of history and the intensification of the ether tide. He himself is a living fossil of history, and many of Bologo's questions may be answered from his mouth.
But it depends on whether Sere is willing to say it.
For unknown reasons, Sere hid in the Undead Club. The meaning of this person's existence is extremely thin, and he relies entirely on having fun to survive.
Boluogo guessed that even if he asked, Sere would still not say anything. He had "retired" and his connection with the world was completely severed. He could not do anything to interfere with the world.
Looking around the Undead Club, Boluogo suddenly felt that this place was not a shelter, but more like a cemetery where those who could not die were buried.
A rapid knock on the door interrupted Boluogo's thinking. The exterior door of the Undead Club was pushed open. After passing through a lightless corridor, the interior door was then opened.
Hart's tall figure poked out from behind the door. In order to avoid hitting his head, he lowered his head hard, looking sneaky. Under him, Aimu, who was several heads shorter than him, also poked his head out from behind the door.
came out, which reminded Boluogo of the fairy tale of the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood.
"Good evening, everyone."
Hart pushed the door open completely and strode in. "It's finally time to get off work. I'm exhausted."
This furry friend has gradually integrated into the atmosphere of the Undead Club, and has formed a deep friendship with Boluogo and others due to their trip to the Happy Park.
Hart sat down in front of the bar, occupying almost half of the space by himself. Sere handed him a drink, and then he started complaining about work like Palmer.
When Borogo was on leave due to the reality-shattering incident, Hart was still lying in a border sanatorium. It was not that his physical injuries could not be healed, but that the Happy Park left him with great mental trauma. He spent a long time
It took time to completely slow down.
Except for Hart's psychiatrist, he refused to disclose to anyone what happened to him. Although he recovered, the scars on his soul still existed, which led to some changes in Hart's personality. Others
There is no clear feeling, but Boluogo can sense it.
"Good evening!"
Aimu greeted Boluogo and then sat next to Boluogo.
Compared with a few months ago, there are some changes in Aimu today. This cannot be seen in her flesh and blood body. Due to the restrictions of the gift of doppelgänger, Aimu's flesh and blood is adjusted according to the body of steel.
Yes, as long as the body of steel does not change too much, her flesh and blood appearance will remain in this state for a long time. It is commonly said that she does not grow up.
When he learned about this situation, Boluogo was suddenly reminded of a certain domestic pet, the dwarf rabbit.
Aimu's eyes were much more lively than before. The blue halo of light spread and contracted regularly with his breathing, and on Aimu's exposed skin, the same blue lines were looming.
In the past few months, it was not just Boluogo who was making progress. Palmer rarely raised his temper, trained his own ethereal skills, and took medicine on time to speed up the stability of his soul. Aimu studied day and night under Bailie.
Next, the promotion was completed in a very bizarre way.