"To put it bluntly, that's why I don't like living in a dormitory."
Palmer looked at the staff coming and going in the courtyard. Everyone was acting vigorously and with a serious expression, as if they were carrying some kind of important mission. He looked up and saw that it was one o'clock in the morning.
"Does it feel like sleeping in a company?" asked Boluogo on the side.
"It's almost, to put it too much, it's like sleeping under your work station. If someone calls you, you have to get up immediately." Palmer's stomach was full of complaints.
"I wasn't that busy before, but now is an extraordinary period. There's nothing I can do about having more work."
The voice came from behind the two of them, and Boluogo turned his head. It was Hart who was wearing pajamas. He was holding a large bucket of French fries in his hand and eating as he walked.
Palmer asked, "Supper?"
"Want some?"
Palmer was not polite, stretched out his hand and grabbed a large handful, then leaned against the wall and clicked while looking at the busy staff in the courtyard.
"Wait a minute, Hart."
Palmer suddenly realized something and turned to look at Hart again, "Why are you wearing pajamas?"
"Why can't I wear pajamas?"
Palmer thought for a while, "Don't you already have a layer of fur? Then aren't you wearing pajamas in pajamas now?"
"Huh? What are you thinking about?" Hart retorted, "Then if I don't wear pajamas, wouldn't I be naked?"
"But you have a layer of fur?"
"ah?"
Listening to the boring and somewhat mentally retarded argument between the two, Boluogo felt an unknown feeling of tiredness for a moment. He didn't know whether to lament their naivety or not forget their original intentions.
"Extraordinary times? Has the Bureau of Order declared a state of emergency?" Bologo interrupted.
"It's almost the same, but it hasn't been officially released yet."
Hart swallowed the French fries and became serious, "All strongholds and outposts within the Rhine League have entered a state of martial law. The extraordinary families who are closely connected with the Bureau of Order are also cooperating with the actions of the Bureau of Order.
The alliance is being put back together."
"The Night Clan roaming within the country are being wiped out bit by bit, but no matter how hard we try, there is always a small portion that cannot be eradicated."
Boluogo noticed this and asked, "Did you find anything?"
"Hmm... How should I put it? Although the Bureau of Order has now united the extraordinary forces within the territory, some of them do not belong to us and do not obey our orders."
Hart's expression became serious, "This is a problem left over from our history. It has not been fully resolved since the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, and as a result it has been delayed until now."
As the heir of the Clerks family, Palmer asked keenly, "The group of secrets?"
Hart nodded in affirmation, "Yeah."
The group of secrets.
For Boluogo, this is a force that is both strange and familiar. He can often learn about their existence through conversations with others. However, in his daily work, Boluogo has never had any contact with the group of secrets.
any contact.
The existence of the Secret Order can be traced back to the Wrath of the Scorched Earth. In order to fight against the advancing Kogadel Empire, the countries in the north united together and formed the closely-knit Rhenish Alliance to unite with them.
, as well as the extraordinary forces within the territory, and together they formed the prototype of the Bureau of Order.
But not everyone will choose to unite. There are some extraordinary forces who refuse to join the Bureau of Order, and the Bureau of Order does not force it and intervenes with force. After lengthy negotiations, they are allowed to have a high degree of autonomy within their own territory.
In the days that followed, the outline of the Bureau of Order gradually became clear, and it became a huge thing that could compete with the King's Secret Sword. Perhaps because they felt that their own existence was in danger, these independent independent forces came together to form a bureau hidden in the world.
The Secret Group is also the only extraordinary force within the Rhine League that is not under the control of the Bureau of Order.
"They are a people who escape the world in the true sense. No matter what changes occur in the world, they choose to stay in their own one-third of an acre of land, motionless, like spectators of the world, and we are participants like us."
Palmer talked about his worries, "If they continue to remain silent and live in peace, that's fine, I'm afraid they have other thoughts."
Boluogo did not immediately say the answer, "What do you mean?"
"We suspect that the activity of the Night Clan in the territory may be related to the secret groups," Hart confessed. "Otherwise, under our strict control, where could these endless Night Clan come from and who would protect them?
?”
Burlogo realized the seriousness of the situation, "This is a very serious accusation."
"So we are still exercising restraint until we get conclusive evidence," Hart said.
Boluogo thought about it, "The Secret Group is colluding with the Night Clan? Do you think this is possible?"
Hart did not answer, but looked at Palmer, asking him to explain the question.
Palmer coughed twice and said seriously, "Bolog, in your opinion, is there any difference between the Sublime Ones and mortals?"
In response to this sudden question, Boluogo shook his head, "In my opinion, the Sublime Soldiers are just a special type of military force that evolved from mortals, a handy tool."
"Very well, everyone in the Bureau of Order basically thinks so. We are human beings, not some noble existence above human beings. In other words, everyone is equal."
"Very good, everyone in the Bureau of Order basically thinks so. We are human beings, not some kind of noble existence above human beings. In other words, everyone is equal."
Palmer stuffed another French fries into his mouth. He was like ADHD and couldn't stop.
"I have dealt with the Secret Group several times. They are a group of extremely arrogant people. They are proud of themselves as condensers and think that they are a nobler existence than human beings."
"Like another form of Night Clan?" Bologger quickly realized the key.
"More or less, they are the radicals among the Sublime People. They believe that the Sublime People should not hide in the world, but stand openly and openly in the sun. Relying on extraordinary power, the Sublime People can create a greater one.
of a new era.”
Palmer's voice dropped, "But we all know that resources are limited, and not everyone can become a Sublime One. What about ordinary people?"
"This is the contradiction between the Bureau of Order and the Secret Group. They have different basic concepts. It's just that they are in the Rhine Alliance and they are put together forcefully," Hart added, "
We have disliked each other for many years, but we have always been harmonious. However, with the recent development of events, many hidden conflicts have come to the fore and become more acute."
Boluogo didn't speak. He recalled all the plans he had thought of before.
Close the door of origin and prevent the etheric world from reuniting with the material world, thereby completely banishing the devil.
This is indeed a good plan, but the resistance to implementing the plan will be much greater than Boluogo imagined, which means completely cutting off the extraordinary.
Once there is any possibility of this plan, once it is known to others, all the Sublime forces that rely on the ether will regard Boluogo as an unyielding enemy.
The devil only plunders souls and brings continuous turmoil to this world, but cutting off the extraordinary means that these existences that are above and beyond mortals must be returned to the ordinary.
No one can bear to cut off the possibility of transcendence...not even Bologg himself.
Everyone in the Immortal Club, myself, and Aimu.
Everyone has a vested interest in relying on the ether, and cutting off the transcendent is tantamount to killing everyone.
"Do you think the Mysteries will be our enemies?" Palmer asked.
"I don't know," Bologo shook his head, and then added, "But I know that if you want to unite all forces, you must first silence the opposing voices."
"Don't worry, this is not something worth worrying about. Let the guys above have a headache slowly." Hart comforted.
Boluogo took a long breath. This was really not something he should worry about. He was good at swordsmanship, not strategy.
Palmer grabbed another handful of chips from Hart's bucket and shouted to the pair, "Good night!"
"Good night."
"Good night."
After saying goodbye to each other, Palmer disappeared at the end of the corridor. Bologg glanced at Hart and saw that he had no intention of going back to sleep, so he asked.
"Are you going to be on duty tonight? You're not going back yet."
"I'm going to Freya's place," Hart spread his hands helplessly, "This feels like taking care of a child."
"Does it count as overtime?"
"It counts as overtime."
"That's not bad."
The two looked at each other and smiled. Hart waved to Bologg and disappeared from sight across the courtyard. Bologg stood there for a while, then turned and walked towards his room.
Due to the malleability of the dormitory, the staff dormitory was not as closed as imagined, but very spacious. They arranged a standard single room for Bologg, with all the necessary daily necessities, including Bologg's uniform.
He put on his clothes, opened the refrigerator, and even reserved a bottle of orange juice for Bologna.
Boluogo's interests and hobbies are not complicated, and it is easy to please him with a little effort.
Seeing this, Boluogo couldn't help but smile, and then lay down on the bed. Normally Boluogo could fall asleep easily, but this time, no matter how hard he closed his eyes, he could never fall asleep completely.
Maybe it's because of the change of sleeping environment, or maybe it's because too many things happened today, one after another, which makes me completely numb.
It could also be...
"The group of secrets."
Bologe whispered this slightly unfamiliar vocabulary. After others' explanations, Bologe already had a general understanding of this mysterious existence.
What the Secret Order wants is a new class, beyond power and wealth, beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
Extraordinary class.
If the Night Clan once wanted to create an eternal night empire where the sun would never rise again, then what these radical secret groups longed for was the gap between gods and humans.
"Like an abominable reincarnation, the Sublime Ones defeated the Night Clan, but after victory, the Sublime Ones became a new Night Clan."