"This 'Key to the Winding Path' leads directly to here. You can use it to get here at any time."
Serre told Bologo some things he needed to know in the Undead Club.
"This is the club's manual. It contains some regulations. You can just take a look at it. After hundreds of years, we will only have a few members, so we don't need to pay too much attention to the rules."
A yellowed pamphlet was thrust into Bolog's hand, and he flipped through it briefly. It was full of traces of time. Bolog guessed that it should have been printed a long time ago, but after so long, Sere still felt
The printed brochures have not been distributed.
"We have signed agreements with multiple organizations. The Immortal Club is a neutral organization. We will not participate in disputes between any party. But this rule will not bind you. It only binds those of us who choose to 'retire'.
Just the dead."
Sere does look like he is retired. He seems to have nothing to do except find ways to kill his boredom every day.
Borogo didn't ask any further questions. When they talked about the Villeless family before, he was curious as to why Sere could still drink and have fun here with a happy face since everyone else had been liquidated.
It must be those agreements, the transactions of interests and interests, that allowed Sere to avoid liquidation.
"You are now a member of the Order Bureau, and the Order Bureau is now our landlord," Sere said. "In order to let the landlord reduce the rent, when you need to be in danger, you can also come here and enter the Undead Club.
, this is our territory, and we still have the right to defend ourselves in the agreement area."
Sere acted like a big brother, full of confidence.
"In this land of Opos, as long as you enter the Undead Club, no one will dare to touch you except our dear landlord, the Order Bureau."
"So the Immortal Club is in Opos?"
Only then did Boluogo realize this. The entire club was airtight and it was impossible to observe the outside world.
"Yes, in Lingna District, we are only three streets away from the Order Bureau," Sere said with a sad look on his face, "I actually want to live further away."
"You damn idlers are so troublesome. Three blocks away is just the right distance to keep you out of sight and out of mind. And when you cause any trouble, we can kick open the door of the club and drag you out within five minutes.
, take you to sunbathe."
Jeffrey complained that these undead may have been extremely evil in the past, but at least they are not bad now, and some of the troubles they caused are ridiculous, just like a group of hundreds of years old naughty children.
"Why is Opos Opos again?"
Boluogo asked doubtfully. He had an uneasy premonition that this city was like a whirlpool, dragging all the monsters and monsters in the world here.
"Because this is a neutral city, a city of chaos and madness. It does not belong to the Rhine League, nor does it belong to the Kogadel Empire. Countless people are vying for this city, as if this city is a treasure in the world."
After talking about this, Sere became excited. He was full of praise for Opos, which was simply the holy city in his heart.
"Only in this chaotic place can we have a place for the undead, and such a city will never be boring. Strange things happen every day."
Sere cheered towards Boluogo, "Like this new friend! You won't encounter these things in the backcountry!"
Weier also cheered, and her joyful singing kept rising.
"Anyway, I'm looking forward to our next meeting, Pelogor Lazarus."
Scarlet eyes stared at Boluogo, his face full of expectation, "I look forward to the new stories you bring."
"See you next time," Bologo said to Sere, and then he kicked Palmer a few times, "Wake up! Palmer!"
After bursts of sobs, Palmer opened his bloodshot eyes and murmured, "I dreamed that I fell into a sea full of alcohol."
"Yes, you almost drowned."
Boluogo said as he walked towards the door. There is a short corridor behind the door. Only by opening the door at the end of the corridor can you reach the outside world. This was specially designed by Sere.
Palmer stood up unsteadily and tried to reach out to help Burlogo, but Burlogo mercilessly dodged him.
"Why do I smell weird?"
Palmer sniffed, and an indescribable smell surrounded him.
"I don't think you want to know."
The damn beagle ran through his mind, Bologo shook his head and said.
Just as he was about to open the door, Boluogo remembered another thing. After hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn't help but ask.
"Sere, I have another thing to ask you."
"What? I know everything about good brothers."
This seems to be a difficult question to ask, but this curiosity has been lingering in Boluogo's heart for too long, and it is also the dilemma he is currently encountering.
"Are all you immortals so rich?"
In the welcome party just now, the drinks Sere spilled should be almost equal to Boluogo's salary for a year. In Sere's view, such things seem to be just routine, let alone this club.
There are gorgeous interiors inside that look like very expensive works of art.
Sere was stunned. He probably never expected that Boluogo would ask this question. He scratched his head and thought for a while before slowly speaking.
"Boluogo, think about it carefully. Even if you are a bricklayer, you should be a rich man now if you started moving bricks hundreds of years ago."
"So you still have to go to work at a little bit?"
"Otherwise? We are now a civilized society, and we are no longer in an era where lords are robbing us!"
Sere showed some sympathy in his eyes, "I can only say that you were born in the wrong era. If I had known you hundreds of years ago, I would have taken you to plunder."
Boluogo waved his hands vigorously and pushed open the door. He just wanted to get out of this hellish place quickly.
"Hey! Sere, see you next time!"
Before leaving, Palmer did not forget to say hello to Sere.
"Where's the great feud between your Clerks family? Palmer," asked Burlogo.
"Ah? In fact, it's not that big of a hatred. After the Dawn War, our Clerks family made a lot of money from them. It was very cost-effective," Palmer replied, "Of course, if the smelly old men know,
I'm very close to the Villelys, they must be very angry."
"Sometimes the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If I can make those smelly old men uncomfortable, I don't mind being brothers with Sere."
This time Burlogo had a new understanding of Palmer's complicated family situation.
"So is this damn place really called the Undead Club?"
In the dark alley, Boluogo looked at the door he had just left. The solid wooden door was tightly closed, and a neon sign hung above it. The sign read "Club of the Immortal" crookedly.
"Yes, they only open late at night and close during the day, so we have to use the 'Twist Key' to get in." Jeffrey said.
"Can't you just knock on the door and get in?" Bologo asked.
"I haven't tried it. Usually when we come during the day, we break in and try to drag the damn Sere to the street. Don't worry, this guy used to be one of the lords of the Night Clan, and the Night King is his father. Simply tell me
Basking in the sun won't burn him to death, and it will also help his blood circulation."
"ah?"
"I feel bored again."
Sere lay flat on the bar, looking at the glass hanging upside down above his head, grumbling endlessly.
Weier jumped onto Sere's chest, sat down cross-legged, and stared at Sere with her blue eyes.
"Wow, Wei'er, are you fat again? I feel like a lead ball is pressing on my chest." Sere said.
"You're not telling the truth, Sere."
Weier ignored Sere's bad words. After a hundred years of getting along with him, it knew exactly how to communicate with Sere.
"No, I tell the truth!"
Sere raised his hands in surrender. He knew how sharp Weier's claws were.
"Then you are hiding something, right? You didn't lie, you just didn't tell the whole truth." Weier said.
The smile on Sere's face disappeared, and instead he seemed to be wearing a cold mask. He picked up the back of Wei'er's neck with one hand, put it aside, jumped off the bar, and opened a bottle casually.
Pour yourself some wine.
"Weier, you are always so sharp," Sere said.
"If my mind is not sharp, how can I deal with you men?" Weier inserted her tail into Sere's wine glass and stirred it unceremoniously.
"She is worthy of the name of a witch!"
"Just think you are praising me."
Weier pushed the wine glass over with her paw, and the wine spilled on the floor, and it pressed forward step by step.
"What's going on? Sere."
Helplessness filled Sere's face, he hesitated, and then sighed deeply.
"Weier, you should have noticed it, right? The purpose of the devils is to influence the world. I don't know why they do all this, but what is certain is that the world is like a chessboard. We
They are just poor chess pieces, being pushed around by them."
Looking at the wine glass that was pushed down by Weier, Se Lei laughed miserably.
“Sometimes they may not really have any purpose, they just do it because it’s fun.
But think about it carefully, Weier, think about it carefully, the chess pieces on the chessboard are also different. Some are humble "soldiers" and some are glorious "queens".
Different chess pieces have different effects on the chess game.
Just like our Villeless family, the blood-stained Night Clan, I guess we are the ‘queen’ on the chessboard, and we almost created an empire of eternal night.”
"What exactly do you want to say?" Weier asked.
"Each debtor is a different chess piece to the devil and has a different impact on the world. So now look at Bologo and his almost perfect 'resurrection from the dead'.
I don’t know exactly what the devil wants Bologna to do, but what is certain is that Bologna’s impact on this world must be greater than that of you, me, the Villeless family, and every debtor.
The impact will be huge, and it will even completely change the world."
Sere felt a deep chill coming from all directions, almost freezing his blood, even though his blood was already cold.
“Sometimes it’s not losing something that leads to gaining something, and sometimes it’s not gaining a powerful ‘gift’ that leads to influencing the world.”
His voice became softer, as if he was speaking a curse that should have been forgotten.
"Precisely because he will completely rewrite the world, he has been given a powerful 'gift'."
The hair all over Weier's body stood on end, and her cat ears lowered, "Why don't you tell Boluogo about this."
"Because these devils are having fun, and you don't want to be disrupted by others when you are having fun."
Sere said and raised his finger to cover his lips.
"Shh, Weier, we finally 'retired' and got rid of the devil's entanglement. All we have to do is drink and have fun here until the end of the world."
Sere poured himself a large glass of wine. The alcohol went into his throat, but it was unable to shake the already numb nerves. He squinted his eyes as if he was recalling the past.
"I sometimes think of my damn dad. I could always see him at dawn. He was standing on the balcony, welcoming the first ray of sunshine in the morning. When he was almost burned to death by the sun,
, he would crawl back into the shadows in embarrassment. I guess he wanted to commit suicide to end this immortal fate, but he was a coward. He tried thousands of times, but finally crawled back into the shadows like a dog."
The woman's burning face flashed before his eyes, Sere's face was expressionless.
"I also tried. Should I say that I am worthy of being his son? I was as timid as him and crawled back into the darkness like a dog."
Weier listened quietly. The undead rarely talked about their past, and those were stories that should be forgotten and dusted.
"One day my father told me that if a person fails to die when he is due and escapes the sickle of fate, then he is no longer a human being.
But a monster."
Sere spoke viciously, as if he was cursing something.
"Fate has ordained our death, and anyone who escapes is a monster.