Previously, Bologo would try to hide some secret information to make those around him less worried, but as time goes by, Bologo's mentality is slowly changing.
Bologg couldn't control everything, and other people didn't necessarily need Bologg's care. Out of respect, Bologg didn't hide it from Aimu, and recounted all his previous crazy experiences.
As she told her story, she watched the aperture in Aimu's eyes gradually expand, until finally, she let out an incredible exclamation.
"Oh my god...oh my god!"
Aimu was startled at first, then walked around Boluogo and looked at it carefully, with a serious attitude, just like getting out of the car and patrolling for a week when taking a driver's license test.
"Are you okay?" Aimu was extremely concerned.
Boluogo waved his hand, "I'm fine, very healthy."
"As long as you die once, all the status will be refreshed." Boluogo thought in his heart.
Aimu wanted to say something more, but she seemed incoherent at this time, as if she didn't know how to express her concern.
"I accept your kindness," Bologg patted her on the shoulder and signaled, "Let's go, I want to see your research results."
"Are you referring to the Yuan Sin Armed Forces?"
Aimu has been researching too many things recently. After a simple search, she asked.
"Well," Boluogo nodded, "I plan to recruit York, the priest, and make him responsible for the security of Greystone Town, so I want to take advantage of the opportunity to understand things like the Sin Arms."
"He? Can he?" Aimu continued, "I mean, can he be responsible for Greystone Town alone?"
"I don't think there's any problem. He has great prestige in Greystone Town. If a stranger steps in, he won't be able to escape his eyes. Moreover, he doesn't need to fight with others. He just needs to continuously send back information."
Boluogo's attitude was very firm, and it seemed that he had completely decided on this matter.
Aimu didn't make too many rebuttals. After all, she didn't understand this kind of thing very well. Since Boluogo was the team leader and a professional, there was nothing wrong with listening to him.
"So is there any progress over there with the Yuan Sin Armed Forces?" Boluogo asked again.
Aimu nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, she shook her head again, which made Boluoge a little confused.
"There's been some progress, but not a lot."
Aimu continued, "As you know, it has not been long since we obtained this source of sin weapon, and many researches are still in the initial stage."
She emphasized, "This is a technical job, not as simple as killing someone."
Boluogo was silent for a moment and said, "Sorry, I'm a little impatient."
"We tried to analyze the material of the chain, but the data read out were all unknown... It is made of a material we have not seen yet. It can also be said that it may be the power of the devil.
’s physical embodiment.”
Aimu recounted the existing information to Boluogo.
"As for its unique ability, after careful inspection, we found no obvious alchemical matrix."
"No alchemical matrix found?"
Bologg frowned. He was not a scholar and did not understand those profound things, but Bologg still understood some basic common sense.
Ether is the source of all power, and the alchemical matrix is like a converter. By consuming ether, it can cause various miraculous phenomena. Even the contract object has an alchemical matrix, but this alchemical matrix is created by the power of the devil and cannot be used by mortals.
Difficult to crack.
But now Aimu actually said that the Thorn Binding Pain Lock seems to have no alchemical matrix. Even if it has all kinds of extraordinary powers, where do they come from?
"We speculate that the power of the Thorn Binding Pain Lock is another form of... protection."
"Intensive Care?"
Boluogo felt a little subtle. He thought this was unlikely. The protection usually acts directly on the body of the person being protected. How could it be attached to a substance? But Boluogo then thought of Sai Zong's description of the sin of rage.
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It was a purely violent beast with almost no ability to communicate. There were very few such beings, let alone protected ones, and even debtors.
"Yes, obviously, the sin of Fury is very different from other devils in its form of existence and manifestation of power. If other devils are annoying sales companies that sell souls to people, then Raging Sin
Zhisin is like an unmanned convenience store. He takes what he wants. As for who the customer is and what he wants to do, he doesn’t care at all.”
Having stayed with Bologg for a long time, Aimu is very good at using Bologg's wonderful way of describing things to give examples.
Boluogo nodded slightly and affirmed, "When I used the Saw Axe, I once suspected that this power was like a manifestation of protection."
"We are going to carefully study the true power of the Sin Armament next. If we find out the nature of its power, we may be able to figure out what the protection of the Sin of Wrath is, or even use it in turn."
Aimu spoke out that dangerous idea.
"Anyway, his power is like an unmanned convenience store. The enemy can use it, and so can we."
"Hmm...very good."
Boluogo raised his hand and gently patted Aimu on the shoulder, with a happy smile on his face.
"What's wrong?" Aimu thought Boluogo's smile was strange.
"It's nothing, I just feel that Amu has become able to stand alone."
"Really?" Aimu felt nothing. She felt that she was just working.
"Yes," Boluogo agreed, "a great improvement."
"Hmm."
After being praised by Boluogo, Aimu smiled softly, and then said proudly, "That's natural! You can't stand still!"
"Yes, so I am looking forward to Amu's future research. When the special operations team becomes stronger, you will be the chief scholar."
After becoming the team leader, Bologo read some books on administrative management, and now he is very skilled at drawing pie for his team members.
"good!"
After the exchange, Aimu returned to work, while Boluogo felt a sense of exhaustion and came to him belatedly. His eyelids were heavy, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.
Also, during this period of time, Boluogo experienced too many things, and he also died once...or maybe twice, and Boluogo couldn't tell the difference.
Although he has been resurrected now, he can clearly feel that the ether in his body is not full.
Usually after Bologg dies, he wakes up in a border sanatorium. The doctors there are very aware of Bologg's condition and will inject him with the soul of silver and increase the ether concentration in the surrounding environment to speed up Bologg's recovery.
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There is obviously no such treatment in the Immortal Club. Bologo's current ether stock is completely absorbed by the alchemy matrix during this period of time.
Boluogo did not stay longer in the Bureau of Order. He quickly returned home, opened the drawer, took out several injections, and injected them into his body one by one.
As Mang Yin's soul merged into his blood, volatilized into pure ether and poured into the alchemical matrix, Bologo couldn't help but take a long breath and felt his body become light.
Both Borrogo and Palmer were debtors. In order to deal with the mania caused by the loss of souls, the Bureau of Order would regularly distribute to them the souls of silver and many alchemical potions to relieve symptoms.
Due to the existence of soul fragments, Bologo can resist mania as long as he continues to kill, so he rarely uses these materials issued by the Bureau of Order and accumulates a lot of them in the cabinet.
Boluogo himself thought it was nothing. If anyone else saw Boluogo's accumulation, their eyes would light up. With Boluogo's savings, his inventory has almost become as much as the strategic materials stored in a stronghold.
Palmer didn't know this. He respected Burlogo's privacy and never rummaged through his cabinets.
After injecting the medicine, Boluogo changed into clothes and lay back on his bed. Returning to a familiar environment always made him feel surprisingly at ease.
Even a bad wolf has his own den.
He fell into a drowsy sleep until the noise woke him up.
"Why are you here again? Don't you go to work?"
"My work is quite leisurely, and I'm off work now, right?"
"But...but after get off work, you come to me..."
"Is there any problem with me coming to visit my fiancé?"
"Wait a minute, Vosilin, wait a minute..."
The voices of the two became lower, followed by a burst of noise. It sounded like the two were punching and kicking, but Palmer was obviously no match for Wosselin. Bologo guessed that Palmer had been locked by the throat.
Boluogo sat up from the bed. The two people obviously didn't realize that he was in the room. He was wondering whether to continue pretending to be dead or cough a few times to remind them.
Palmer should be desperate for his own rescue.
In the living room, contrary to Burlogo's guess, Palmer was not choked, but he looked much more embarrassed than if he had been choked.
At this time, Palmer was lying on the sofa, with his hands behind his back, and Vosilin knelt on him, making Palmer unable to move.
Since Vosilin came here, this guy seems to have separation anxiety. He comes to see Palmer almost every day and touches Palmer every time.
Fortunately, Palmer is already used to this, like some kind of domestication, some kind of desensitization training.
Bologg opened the door and coughed lightly. Vosilin, who was about to take the next step, turned her head warily. When she saw Bologg for the first time, Bologg could clearly see Wosselin.
There was a look of resentment in Xilin's eyes.
Indeed, Boluogo ruined her good deeds.
The next second, Vosilin's eyes became clear, and she let go of Palmer with a smile on her face, as if nothing had happened, and greeted Boluogo.
At this time, Palmer crawled over, grabbed Boluogo, and said with bloodshot eyes, "You saw it, you saw it! She is really good at acting!"
As if grasping a life-saving straw, Palmer muttered something in Bologna's ear.
Boluogo's eyes wandered between Palmer and Vosilin for a moment, and then he said seriously, "What are you talking about? Did something happen just now?"
Palmer was stunned for a moment, while Vosilin's face was filled with a smile.
"Bologo!"
Palmer screamed and shook Boluogo's shoulders vigorously, "You are my partner, you can't open your eyes and tell lies!"
Burlogo moved his head silently. Listening to Palmer's shrill scream, he felt inexplicably relieved, as if his partner's predicament could also make him feel more relaxed.
Having just had a fight with the Glorious One, Bologo felt that he needed to relieve his stress.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's you, Palmer. Your fiancée is here, can't you be more enthusiastic?"
Burlogo pushed Palmer away, and he stumbled and fell into Vosilin's arms.
It took Palmer a few seconds to realize the reality.
Betrayal from a partner always makes people feel heartbroken, and he sat there slightly sluggishly.
Vosilin looked at Bologo much more kindly. She thought that Bologo was going to hinder her, but then Bologo said again, "Wosilin, you should be working here for a long time."
"Well, what's wrong?"
Woxilin has determined that she will probably stay in the Bureau of Order in the next few years.
"I mean, there's still a long way to go," Burlogo hinted.
Vosilin is a smart person, and she quickly understood what Boluogo meant.
Palmer was stunned for a while, then immediately left Vosilin's side and sat near Boluogo. Although his partner had just stabbed him in the back, at least he would not do anything to him.
"Where did you go yesterday?" Palmer changed the subject, "You didn't come back all day."
Bologo let out a long sigh. He had already repeated it to too many people today about the encounter with the Prince Regent, and he didn't want to talk about it again.
"nothing."
Burlogo shook his head. He guessed that when Palmer went to the Bureau of Order tomorrow, someone would tell him all this.
"call……"
Palmer took a long breath. With Boluogo as an outsider, Vosilin could still remain normal. In other words, he had to be with Boluogo to avoid being alone with Wosilin.
After digging his head, Palmer knew what to talk about next.
"Bologo, when you were promoted to Power Bearer, did the ceremony go smoothly?"
Boluogo recalled all his explorations of the etheric world, he nodded decisively and said.
"It went very well, after all, I am an immortal."
Palmer was silent for a moment and slapped his thigh angrily, "I shouldn't have asked you!"
"What's wrong?" Bologna didn't expect Palmer to be curious about such a thing.
"I...I have to prepare for the promotion ceremony."
Palmer told Bologo what he had been busy with during this time.
"The Clarks family has provided me with resources, and I will be promoted to a person with authority in the coming time."
Boluogo nodded, "Congratulations."
"Congratulations!"
Palmer looked particularly anxious, "I am a debtor and an unlucky person. Maybe I won't be able to get off the ceremony stage."
"Relax, at least since I got to know you, you still have the majority of good luck." Boluogo comforted.
Palmer slumped down on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he said again.
"Then during my next preparation time, you will have to act alone."
Boluogo nodded. He had long been accustomed to walking alone.