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Chapter 671 Connection

Hart spent three minutes introducing everyone in the Undead Club to Kemp and Shelley, and then the two of them sat at the bar and spent ten minutes allowing themselves to accept everything in front of them.

Where is the promised dragon pool and tiger's den, and the promised hell and devil's cave?

Everything in the Immortal Club is completely different from what Kemp imagined. This is just an ordinary bar, and the environment is even better than that of an ordinary bar.

Palmer stood in front of the karaoke machine, complaining that it was the same song every time he came in. He hummed "Barley" and insisted on changing to another song.

Aimu sat aside and rubbed Weier's face. Weier purred comfortably, while Bode was very busy. The skeleton was like a nanny, bringing snacks from the kitchen.

Although Bode has lost his sense of taste and the ability to eat, he is surprisingly good at cooking. It is said that he learned from Boluogo.

"As long as you follow the recipe strictly, even an idiot can make something edible."

Since he went to Bologg's house, he was deeply inspired by Bologg.

Hart and Kemp toasted continuously. In the past, Kemp did not like drinking. As a professional field clerk, he must stay awake at all times. Kemp clearly remembered the last time he drank. It was his graduation ceremony.

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But now Kemp, who was so strict with himself, took the glass of wine with great obedience. He had never been so eager for alcohol, so that it could numb his nerves and forget such an absurd reality.

As his nerves relaxed, Kemp's tight look relaxed, and his cheeks turned slightly red, as if he was drunk.

After Palmer changed the song, he returned to the bar with a glass of wine. Seeing him coming, Sere asked, "Isn't Church here?"

"No, I heard from Ivan that he was sent to perform a long-term mission."

Palmer sat next to Kemp and explained to Serre, "I haven't seen him in a while."

When he thinks of his former partner, Palmer's memory becomes blurry. Since the separation from Fengyuan Highland, Church has been assigned to the seventh group. During this time, the number of times Palmer has seen Church

Not much.

He vaguely remembered that he wanted to ask Church what happened. It might have been the effect of alcohol. Palmer couldn't remember it for a while, and then he simply forgot about it. It must have been something unimportant.

"When do we start?"

Serei's eyes were filled with excitement, and he looked forward to playing every night.

"anytime."

Palmer said, looking into the shadows in the corner, "Bologo, are you coming?"

Hearing Boluogo's name, Camp sobered up a little from his drunkenness. His eyes fell into the shadows in the corner of the bar, and he could see a vague figure sitting in a place where the light was not available.

"No."

Boluogo shook his head. During this period, he had been suffering from intermittent anxiety. Even if he played, he was absent-minded and simply refused.

Excessive expectations and the huge gap in his own abilities led to Boluogo's bad state. He understood the reason, but often could not convince himself to calm down. Aimu's help only made him temporarily forget about it.

Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.

Boluogo understood more and more what Nathaniel said and the pressure he had to bear in this position. When he thought about the ridiculous look of the deputy director, he could understand a lot more.

Yes, these people in high positions seem to be like this, either with a gloomy face, like a numb corpse, or with a somewhat crazy and excited look.

Aimu glanced at Boluogo. Boluogo waved his hand and told her to go play. He wanted to sit quietly by himself and let his thoughts go.

"New friend, are you coming?"

Sere invited Kemp, and Kemp hesitated for a moment. As if he had gained a little more courage and calmness due to the influence of alcohol, he shook his head and said, "It will take a while. I am a little drunk and need to sober up."

"Then I'll call you in the next round."

Palmer took out twelve-sided dice from the box and moved a chair to make a space reserved for Kemp.

Aimu and Shelley came together. While Hart brought new friends, it also opened up a social circle for Aimu and helped Aimu gradually escape from Bailey's control.

The two of them smiled and didn't know what they were talking about, then picked up the ID card handed out by Palmer and joined in their game.

Bologg was about to close his eyes and meditate for a while. There was a slight sound of footsteps. He opened his eyes and Kemp was standing in front of him. The light swept from behind him. His face was dark. Bologg couldn't see clearly.

expression.

There was silence between the two of them for a while, then Kemp summoned the courage to speak, "Can I sit here?"

"Can."

Burlogo felt that Kemp was a little reserved, and it was true when he thought about it. The two were introduced by Hart and did not have much interaction with each other. They were in a delicate position between familiarity and unfamiliarity.

Kemp sat next to Burlogo, who became even more nervous.

As soon as he saw Bologg, Kemp couldn't help but compare himself with him, and then found in despair that there was no possibility of him catching up with Bologg.

But Kemp himself is a proud man, and he is unwilling to admit defeat. This pride in turn makes him exhausted.

The two sat together, one with his eyes closed and meditating, the other drinking. After a while, Camp broke the silence first.

"To tell you the truth, I haven't thanked you yet."

"Thank you for what?"

Boluogo opened his eyes and glanced at Camp next to him. He said that this guy gave him a strange feeling. He seemed to hate himself and looked nervous every time he saw him.

Kemp thought he was hiding it well, but he couldn't hide it from Bologg's eyes. When interrogating demons, he often had to carefully observe their reactions. Bologg incorporated his work into daily social interactions.

"You saved me before, you saved me and Shelley," the words came out, and Kemp felt his heavy chest relaxed a lot, "Have you forgotten?"

Boluogo showed a confused expression. Seeing his appearance, Kemp instantly felt an indescribable feeling.

Did this bastard forget? Didn’t he leave any impression at all?

Just when Kemp was in high spirits, Burlogo suddenly said, "Of course I remember that there was a group of thugs and those bastards from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce."

Burlogo still remembered him, and Kemp's mood calmed down, and he was even a little happy.

Kemp asked, "Wait a minute, did you just do that on purpose?"

"It's intentional," said Borogo. "Does it make me look more interesting?"

"No, it's not interesting at all."

"oh."

This was a completely sterile conversation. Burlogo was not good at socializing, and Camp was extremely complicated because of his infinite jealousy towards Burlogo.

The atmosphere between the two was a little cold. Kemp thought about the topic and finally talked about something that every employee often talked about.

"How's your work lately?"

"Fortunately," Boluogo said, "I encountered some... problems. I'm just trying to figure it out. What about you?"

"The work of the Sixth Group is not easy either." When they talked about work, both of them became extremely serious. "Have you heard about the recent events? About the King's Secret Sword."

When mentioning these, Boluogo fell silent. Recently, there was a rumor in the Field Service Department that the King's Secret Sword, the sworn enemy of the Bureau of Order, was approaching Opos again, and this time they were not here for war, but to fight with

The Bureau of Order is engaged in some kind of negotiation.

Ordinary employees like Boluogo didn't know the specific situation, but he guessed that the team leaders must know something.

"What do you think, if this news is true, does King's Secret Sword want to negotiate with us?"

Kemp wanted to hear what Burlogo had to say. Apart from the insurmountable gap in ability, Kemp felt that he and Burlogo were similar in some aspects. For example, both of them were extremely dedicated and treated their work in the same way.

The look of an associate professional.

Boluogo almost immediately thought of that god-like figure, the source of his own strength.

Overlord Xilin.

Boluogo shook his head, concealing what he was thinking, "I don't know, is there anything to talk about between us?"

Kemp and Burlogo looked at each other and he said, "Would you like to hear my theory?"

"speak."

"The King's Shield Guard."

It was as if thunder was passing through Boluogo's mind. Ever since the Time Axis Disorder incident, the King's Shield Guards seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Even though the Field Service Department had cleaned the Great Rift many times, there was still no trace of them.

.

Burlogo had forgotten the existence of these people until Kemp mentioned them at this time.

"The King's Shield Guards are trying to split the King's Secret Sword. They will never allow traitors to exist. This time they are here to reach a common front with the Bureau of Order and get rid of the King's Shield Guards in one fell swoop."

Bologna didn't listen to what Kemp said next, and the two broken pieces of information in his mind were connected at this moment.

"The king's shield guard, the deal with the tyrant...another evil spirit."

Boluogo sighed deeply, and his cloudy eyes became clear.

King's Shield Guard.

A mysterious organization that split from the King's Secret Sword and is loyal to the Shadow King. Currently, the Bureau of Order has only had contact with it twice, once at an auction held by the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, and once due to the timeline disorder incident.

There were prisoners of the King's Shield Guard within the Order Bureau, but judging from the subsequent situation, even the Crow's Nest could not dig out anything from these people's heads. In the subsequent purges, the Order Bureau did not obtain more.

There is information about the King's Shield Guard.

Now Kemp's words have reminded Borogo that the King's Shieldguard may still exist in the Great Rift, and they are most likely under the protection of the Tyrant.

The more he thought about it, the more Boluogo agreed with this possibility. Under the high-pressure rule of the Order Bureau, how could the King's Shield Guards disappear silently? Someone must be protecting them, but in this Oath City Opos

Besides the devil, who else can completely block the Bureau of Order’s investigation?

"I think even if this is the case, the Order Bureau will not agree, right?"

Boluogo said calmly, "The Order Bureau needs to weaken the power of the King's Secret Sword as much as possible, let alone eradicate the King's Shield Guard. If possible, the Order Bureau is even willing to fund the King's Shield Guard, right?"

The two sides entering into a continuous war of attrition is what the Bureau of Order is most happy to see.

"We feel the same way, but the specific situation...who knows?"

Kemp couldn't understand the things about those big shots. Now he was just an ordinary clerk, but he was full of longing for his future and felt that sooner or later he would become someone like Yas.

"Everything depends on the decision-making room."

Boluogo nodded and whispered, "The omnipotent decision-making room."

You cannot leave everything to the decision-making room.

Boluogo's words were inconsistent with his thoughts. He said that he completely trusted the decision-making room, but Boluogo was vaguely worried. The Bureau of Order seemed to be too dependent on the decision-making room. Like the devil, he was almost omniscient and omnipotent. As long as he blindly and stupidly

Just execute it.

What if one day the decision-making room becomes inoperable?

The decision-making room should have anticipated this situation. Just like the Unshakable, if one day the decision-making room is paralyzed, other command systems must temporarily replace the decision-making room.

Boluogo suddenly realized that this was like a paradox, and then he realized that he still did not have a comprehensive understanding of the core of the Bureau of Order, the decision-making room, to this day.

The highest authority that Boluogo can come into contact with is Nathaniel, and he is an elusive guy. His golden eyes hide secrets that outsiders cannot understand.

Forget these, review the clues in front of you, what if the "other evil spirit" is the King's Shield Guards in action? For some unknown purpose, they are hunting demons and have reached an agreement with the tyrant.

What is the reason that motivates them to take action?

It's a negotiation between the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword.

Boluogo frowned. He realized that a potential conflict was close at hand. The unknown organization suspected to be the King's Shield Guard was planning something. The negotiations between the King's Secret Sword and the Bureau of Order had not yet progressed...



"What’s wrong with you?"

Kemp interrupted Boluogo's thinking. He saw that Boluogo's expression was a little bad and asked with concern, "What happened?"

"nothing."

Boluogo waved his hand, "I've been thinking too much lately... I'm a little anxious."

"anxiety?"

Kemp smiled after hearing this. He admired Bologg a little, and was also jealous of him because of his pride. From what he knew, Bologg was a guy like an iron man, but now he actually said that he was a little anxious.

"What a coincidence, I've also been a little anxious lately."

Kemp put down the cup and looked at the source of his anxiety, "The doctor said that regular sleep would be better."

"My sleep is very regular," Borogo replied calmly, "very regularly."

Burlogo's schedule was as strict as a clock, and his self-discipline in life often made Palmer feel pressured. He and Burlogo also tried to be self-disciplined together, but after less than a week, Palmer gave up.

"That's not a pace of life that people can bear," Palmer commented. "It's a hard life that only monks have."

Kemp gave a wry smile. This was not the first time that he and Bologo had met, and he had already had a premonition of Bologg's serious attitude.

"Anxiety should be something that everyone can't escape."

After a few seconds of silence, Boluogo spoke. It was rare that he and Kemp started chatting.

"That's right. Everyone has their own troubles. Some things that don't matter to you are as heavy as boulders in the eyes of others."

That's a good start, Kemp thought, "What are you worrying about?"

Boluogo stated his troubles seriously, "There is a huge generational gap between personal high expectations and one's own abilities."

"To put it simply, I know too much, think too much, but have no ability to do anything. I can only stand there and hesitate anxiously."

It felt good to say it, and Boluoge couldn't help but feel relaxed.

There were many times when Bologo wanted to talk about this with Palmer, Aimu...anyone he knew well, but he gave up, as if he was too familiar to talk about it.

Kemp is in a good position. The two of them are not very familiar with each other, and they are not that strange. They are like passers-by who meet by chance at a bus station and talk freely about their troubles with each other.

"And you?"

Boluogo asked curiously, "What are you so upset about?"

"Similar to you, the anxiety is caused by the mismatch between expectations and one's own strength."

Kemp paid attention to Bologg out of the corner of his eye. When he thought of Bologg's various achievements, he felt a sense of despair that he was actually at the same time as such a person.

Burlogo picked up the wine glass, clinked it gently with Kemp, and paid tribute to his fellow patient.

The two of them were sitting in the shadows, while the others were sitting under the lights, happily rolling the dice, which made a crisp impact sound and bounced around on the table.

Wei'er has also joined the game. According to the setting, it is a black cat that accidentally ingested the magic potion and developed wisdom. It has its own exclusive identity card. Although the values ​​​​are ridiculously low, as a

Cat, its agility attribute is full.

This change has not had any impact on the game. To be precise, everyone is used to this kind of gameplay. Since the launch of "Journey to the Last Night", many players have made their own derivative creations according to the template of "Journey to the Last Night", adding more new ones.

There are many plots, even changing the background of the game.

Some history buffs have changed "Night Journey" to the background of the Fall of the Holy City. Players will play an elite team and find a way to knock down the unpleasant high wall of the Holy City.

Borogo was very interested in that version of the game.

"You...did I offend you in any way?"

Suddenly, Borlog asked Kemp. Although the light here was dim, he could really detect the complex emotions in Kemp's eyes, including respect and hostility. This made Borlog feel puzzled.

Kemp was a little dumb for a moment, not knowing what to answer. He took a sip of wine awkwardly and said.

"Sorry, it's nothing, I'm just irritable."

Burlogo nodded in approval, believing Kemp's reasons, "Do you need me to bring you some?"

"OK, thanks."

Kemp handed the empty wine glass to Bologna, who picked up their glasses and walked towards the bar, and soon brought back two full glasses of orange juice and wine.

When handing the wine glass to Kemp, Burlogo suddenly said, "Kemp, I hope you can do me a favor."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I hope that your sixth group will inform me immediately if you have any information related to the King's Shield Guards," Bologo said. "The premise is that this will not violate the regulations."

Kemp hesitated for a moment, took the glass, and clinked it with Bologna.

"OK."


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