In the early morning, the hazy sunlight shines into the room through the curtains. Bologe opens his eyes. After relaxing for a while, he sits up from the bed, makes breakfast, washes, and gets dressed... Even though today is a day off, Bologe's life matters
It still fits perfectly, like a machine that runs accurately.
Opening the curtains in the living room, bright sunlight poured into the room instantly. For a moment, Boluogo couldn't open his eyes. After a while, he sat on the sofa with a dinner plate. There was another cup on the coffee table.
After breakfast, a few minutes later, the bedroom door was pushed open forcefully, and Palmer rushed into the toilet with a depressed look.
Palmer is adjusting his schedule. In addition to gulping down things like melatonin at night, he will also drink a few sips of water so that when morning comes, he will be forced to turn on his phone in bed due to the physiological discomfort of his bladder.
.
He has been living like this for a while, and Palmer's daily routine has improved visibly. The only thing he needs to worry about is that he may have some problems with his urinary system, but Boluogo feels that as a
As a person in power, Palmer should not be so vulnerable.
The bearer of power... Yes, a month ago, while Bologg, Holt, and many others were having a heated fight in the Abandoned Land, Palmer was peacefully undergoing the promotion ceremony in the sublimation furnace core.
Palmer's shit luck worked, and there were no accidents in the whole process. He was successfully promoted smoothly. In subsequent observations, his performance was also extremely good. The only thing that could be considered abnormal was,
It was Palmer who consumed a lot of calories during the ceremony. Afterwards, he ate three-thirds of a single meal before he was full.
In this regard, Bologo could not help but lament Palmer's good luck.
After a fierce sound of water flowing, a long and soothing sigh sounded. Palmer pushed the door open, staggered, and fell on the other end of the sofa.
His body was awake, but his mind was still hazy.
Boluogo was used to such a schedule. He put the scrambled eggs into the bread slices and bit off a corner.
Palmer woke up leisurely, sat up straight, picked up the breakfast that Boluogo had prepared for him, and ate it without ceremony.
In the silence, only the sound of two people chewing was left.
After a while, Palmer asked, "What are your plans for today?"
"Go out, take a walk, but other than that, not much else," Borogo said.
"Sounds like a retired old man..."
"Actually, in terms of age, I am indeed a retired man," Boluogo swallowed the food and asked, "What about you? I'm on vacation, you shouldn't be, right?"
In order to commend the staff for their brave fighting in the abandoned land, the Order Bureau held a brief commendation meeting shortly after the operation, followed by the distribution of bonuses and holiday arrangements.
Without affecting the dominance of the Order Bureau, each action team involved in the operation began taking rotational vacations. It stands to reason that, as a member of the special operations team, Palmer should enjoy this treatment even though he has done nothing.
"Damn Vonn."
Palmer called his father by his first name without politeness, leaned back, and fell directly into the sofa.
When Vonn emerged from the abandoned place covered in blood, he found that his eldest son had eaten three separate meals in a row and was belching.
That was really frustrating.
To put it simply, Palmer was recruited by his father. As the regent surfaced, the huge disobedient royal court was also watching. As the number one Night Clan killer family, even without the call of the decision-making room, the Clerks family was still
Actively participated in a series of actions.
Strong winds poured out from the wind source highlands and swept through the territory of the Rhine League, which greatly eased the pressure on the Bureau of Order. In addition to the Clerks family, many extraordinary families who maintained close ties with the Bureau of Order also chose to invest.
In this craze.
There were no hints of war in the policy room, but everyone knew it was coming, and many staffers privately described this period as unsettling.
The night before the war.
After complaining, Palmer picked up the remaining half piece of bread, wiped the jam off the plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "You participated in the Scorch Wrath. As a veteran, if it is true
If a war breaks out, how big do you think it will be?"
Hearing this question, Boluogo thought deeply. He did not answer immediately, but threw a newspaper to Palmer.
"The Bureau of Order's philosophy has always been to isolate the transcendent from the mortal world, but you and I both know that the Sublime Ones were born based on the mortal world. Our food, clothing, housing, transportation, military research, and logistical maintenance... all require mortal mortals to execute.
In my opinion, the Sublime Ones are not special, they are not some kind of 'nobles' who are superior to ordinary people like the Night Clan.
Sublime warriors are soldiers, just like the army, navy, and air force. Sublime warriors are just a more special type of arms."
Boluogo sighed helplessly, "The concept of isolation between the extraordinary and the earthly world implemented by the Order Bureau is indeed a good idea in peacetime. Everyone goes about their own way without interfering with each other. But in wartime, this falsehood
The isolation will collapse in an instant.”
Palmer listened quietly, and only when he talked about this distant story in the past did he realize that Boluogo was a ghost who traveled through time.
"War is ruthless, it will not let anyone go, and no one can stay out of it."
Palmer looked at the newspaper in his hand. The headlines were full of politicians attacking each other. He frowned. You must know that there are not so many sharp contents in ordinary newspapers, and these contents are not limited to the Rhine League, but also
Lots of content from the Chogadel Empire.
"War is a simple yet complex thing. Its essence is a means to achieve an end."
Boluogo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the hurried pedestrians walking on the street. "Some people think it doesn't matter, and some people think they can stay out of it, but in fact they have been involved in the war from the beginning, they just didn't notice it."
"I guess some ordinary people with a keen sense of smell have noticed that something is wrong with the world's atmosphere." Boluogo smiled, but his smile was extremely stiff.
"That sounds really bad..."
Once the war broke out, Palmer estimated that he would not be able to watch new movies for a while. Maybe his favorite rock band would be blown to pieces in an air raid, or maybe he himself would die in the scorched earth.
"Is this what happened during the Scorch Fury?" Palmer couldn't help but ask.
"my hometown……"
As soon as Bologe started talking, some disturbing memories came back, but this time Bologe faced them head-on.
"I wanted to go back to my hometown to see them before, but I couldn't find them on the map. I guess they were probably razed to the ground in the wrath of the Scorched Earth."
It was said that he was recalling the Redwood Town, but the destruction of Raymond Gayton also appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes.
A month later, Boluogo still didn't know how to deal with this emotion, which was both strange and frightening.
"Don't worry too much, Palmer. Even if a full-scale war breaks out, it won't last long, at least it won't last for several years like the Scorched Earth Fury."
Boluogo consoled him, "The Sublime Ones have enough formidable power. As long as the opponent's Sublime Sublime ones are eliminated, half of the war will be won."
"There will no longer be long trenches, nor will there be months-long tug-of-war, nor will so many people be mobilized and die. There will only be a desperate struggle between the condensers."
Thinking of this, Bologo was surprisingly optimistic about the future war situation.