Endless Debt.

Chapter 914 The Product of Romance and Happiness

The biggest disadvantage that Boluogo has felt since moving into the Bureau of Order is that there are fewer entertainment items. In that serious atmosphere, not everyone can put down their responsibilities and laugh heartlessly.

This is true even for people like Boluogo who don't have much desire for entertainment.

For this reason, when night fell and Boluogo pushed open the door of the Undead Club, he discovered that many familiar faces appeared in front of him, and everyone came here at the same time.

"Yo! Bologo."

"Good evening, Bologo."

The greetings came one after another, and Bologg greeted old friends, including Hart, Kemp, Shelley and Palmer. Except for Aimu and Bailey, everyone was basically here.Recently, Aimu and the others have been unable to get away due to garden work.

But among these people, what surprised Boluogo the most was a figure he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Oh, Church is here too?"

Boluogo sat opposite Church, with unstoppable surprise on his face.

Since the Decay Epidemic incident, Borogo hasn't seen Church for a while. He is either busy with infiltration work or at Afia's flower shop. Although he can't see other people, he has heard that Church is good. The current situation is quite gratifying.

"Bologo."

Church nodded to Boluogo, "Long time no see."

"It's been a while since we've seen each other," Boluogo asked, "How have you been lately?"

With the expansion of his social circle, Boluogo is no longer the taciturn and cold-looking guy before. He will also chat with his friends about his current situation and complain about the various difficulties in life.

"It's not bad, um... I should say it's very good."

Church restrained himself, but there was still an unstoppable smile on his face.

Borrogo asked, "Oh, what happened?"

"I plan to get engaged to Afia."

"Uh-huh?"

Boluogo listened with a smile at first, and then froze in place as if he had heard some shocking news.

At the same time, the entire club fell silent. Everyone looked at Church. After a crackling sound, the tables, chairs and benches were moved away. Everyone surrounded Church, as if he was interrogating a prisoner or watching. A rare species.

Among them, Palmer was the most egregious. He put his arm around Church's neck, seemingly intimate, but in fact he was ready to strangle Church's neck at any time.

"How can you live so well? I don't understand!" Palmer muttered in Church's ear.

"What does this mean? Weren't you engaged many years ago?" Church asked in a vague voice.

Palmer was stunned for a moment, then emphasized, "This is different!"

"How is this different?"

"Anyway, it's different!"

People often become too crazy when they see their brothers doing better than themselves.

"what happened?"

Weier jumped on the table and looked at Qiu Qi with cat eyes. Even though she didn't have much contact with Qiu Qi, after so many years, Weier and Qiu Qi were familiar with each other. Naturally, she also knew Qiu Qi's special ability to walk in narrow spaces.

What's more, Weier seems to be very curious about everyone's emotional problems.

"It literally means we are engaged. There are no plot twists or emotional entanglements," Church said. "Afia and I have known each other for a long time, right?"

We have known each other for a long time...

This sentence made Bologg sound unreal and trance-like. It seemed to him that time had not passed very long, as if he had just been released from prison yesterday.

No, this is not short, this has been an extremely long time.

Church met Afia when Bologo was still an intern. Several years have passed, and everyone has moved forward with the passage of time, but Bologo still has a unique sense of time for the undead. I felt like I was treading water.

"It's a matter of course."

Church continued to share his happiness, "It happened just a few days ago. I just finished an operation, went to visit Afia in the flower shop, chatted with her, and we talked about marriage. We discussed Possible life after that, what to do, where to settle..."

His eyes were a little wandering, as if he was back in that scene again.

"She and I had a very happy discussion, and even simulated a good life... I suddenly thought it was a good time, so I broke off a flower and gave it to her."

"Wow……"

Everyone let out lingering sounds of envy and longing for beauty.

"She agreed as soon as her head got hot?" Palmer made a discordant voice, "Did she say afterward that you bought the flower you broke off?"

Palmer shatters the atmosphere simply and bluntly, and then Church adds the finishing touch.

"some."

Church smiled helplessly, "It's just a joke. I made a specimen of that flower and put it in her flower shop."

"It's so good..." Hart sighed, and then asked Palmer, "Why are other people's pictures so beautiful and yours so weird?"

"Think about it carefully, are you sure Church's emotional experience is not weird?" Palmer asked.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that Church is indeed not normal either. His memories are constantly being purged, but falling in love with the same person again and again sounds both romantic and rough.

Shelley asked in a low voice, "Don't you have a normal emotional experience?"

You look at me, I look at you, everyone turns their attention to Burlogo. Apart from Palmer and Church, Burlogo is the only person present who has an emotional connection.

After sizing up Boluogo for a few times, everyone looked away. After all, Boluogo was nowhere to be seen.

"Feeling and emotion, from the beginning, there is no normal development, it seems that no matter who it is, it has to go through some storms." Palmer analyzed.

Just as a few people were chatting endlessly, talking about the emotions that make people love and hate, a low sound of footsteps sounded from the stairwell.

Everyone turned their attention to the stairs and saw a drunk and extremely embarrassed figure crawling out.

Her long blond hair was spread out in random directions, hanging from the wine and sticking to her wet body. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept for several days and nights.

Today, Serei looks so downcast. Although he has some brain problems, he still maintains his dignity even when he is pole dancing.

But now he looked like a homeless man, even wearing only underwear.

After glancing at everyone, Serei turned around and got into the bar, opened the bottle cap, took the bottle and started drinking.

The alcohol poured into his throat continuously, accumulated in his intestines and stomach, and after a violent squirming, he spit it out in one breath.

Listening to the vivid sound of vomiting, everyone couldn't help but frown.

"what happened to him?"

Boluoge felt something was wrong with Sere's state and whispered to Weier.

"He's been like this for a while. He must have been dreaming about the bad things he did. He couldn't sleep or eat well, so he had to use alcohol to numb himself."

Wei'er obviously wanted to know a lot about Sere's past.

"What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? Does he really care about what's wrong with him?" Palmer whispered.

In everyone's eyes, Serei has always been a representative of heartlessness. There seems to be no worries in his life, there are just banquets waiting for him to attend.

Cerley crawled out of the vomit, and opened another bottle of wine. He seemed to be drinking himself vigorously, and seemed to be washing his face with wine, and threw the bottle aside. He lay half dead on the bar counter, barely raised his head and said .

"What were you talking about just now?"

Palmer secretly said in his heart, "It's over, he heard it."

"What marriage?"

Sere's next words dispelled Palmer's worries.

"Is someone getting married?"

Sere stood up straight and leaned against the wall. His eyes swept over the faces. When he fell on Bologe, he just ignored them. Sere didn't think that Bologe could get married. thing, not to mention that he is an immortal like himself.

"Well...this is not a good thing."

Serley came out from behind the bar while muttering, "You will no longer be free, your destiny is completely bound by another person, you have to share everything with each other, even if the other party passes away, this shackle will not dissipate until it Follow you to death."

"It sounds like you feel like marriage is some kind of curse," Bologeau said.

"To be precise, it's a gift."

Sere showed a playful smile to Boluogo, "Whatever you gain, you lose."

"Then you should have gained a lot, and lost a lot," Boluogo added, "After all, you have so many wives."

"It's all right," Thurley said.

"That's true," Boluogo nodded and confirmed, "Anyway, it's just a formal marriage. You don't love them."

Since Olivia's incident, the relationship between Bologg and Sere has become acute. Bologg hopes that the Night Clan lord can stand up, make up for the mistakes he made back then, and take responsibility. But Sere only wanted to die in the Undead Club and was not interested in anything else.

"You can't speak so absolutely, Boluogo," Sere explained without being angry, "There is one person to whom I have given my sincerity." "Then what?"

"Then she betrayed me and chose to walk out into the sunshine and turn into ashes, leaving me alone to enjoy eternal loneliness."

Sere rarely revealed his emotions. Maybe the alcohol had really paralyzed his mind, or maybe his sanity was really in jeopardy.

Burrogo commented coldly, "Good revenge, for you."

Serei was still not angry, but smiled and nodded, asking himself and answering, "That's right. I have done so many evil things, and I'd be damned if I could be rewarded with good."

"Who!"

Serei suddenly said loudly.

After hesitating for a moment, Church slowly raised his hand, pulling Palmer along with him.

Sere raised his glass to the two of them, "Congratulations to you two!"

"Did he understand correctly?"

"I guess not."

Church and Palmer were whispering, while Burrowgo walked to the bar and sat next to the drunk Serre.

"What's wrong? Boluogo, are you going to ridicule me again? You know it's useless." Sere lay on the bar and said without raising his head.

"Of course I know that words are useless to a person like you who has no shame." Boluogo sat upright, completely different from Sere who was like mud. "I just want to tell you that I am ready to be promoted to defense." That’s it.”

"Oh? Not bad."

"Then I will step into the battlefield to deal with the Night Clan's affairs, drag them out of the shadows, expose them to the sun, and burn them all to ashes." Boluogo said expressionlessly.

"Yeah, yeah, it's best to execute at noon. The sun at noon is the hottest. Some Night Clan with low bloodline will be burned to ashes in a few seconds." Sere is an expert in executing Night Clan.

This time Boluogo was silent for a while, and after a long time he spoke again, "Sere, what's wrong with you?"

"Me? I'm very good."

Threi squeezed out an ugly smile, "It's just periodic anxiety. It will be fine in a few days. This is a common problem of the undead. After all, we have to live for so long."

Boluogo asked in an extremely serious tone, "No, you know that's not what I want to ask."

This time it was Serley who was silent, his eyes were clear at a speed visible to the naked eye. For a night clan lord, it was an easy thing to break free from the shackles of alcohol.

"I'm just bearing the price, Boluogo. Immortality is not a gift, but a curse. A long life will wipe out all your emotions. Nothing is precious anymore, and nothing can touch your heartstrings anymore." .”

Sere said what he had said to Boluogo before, "I envy you, you are still young."

Obviously, this conversation ended on bad terms again.

Sere was slumped on the bar, as if he had died of sleep. Bode stood aside, cleaning up the water stains and vomit on the ground. Weier chatted with the others, tortured Church, and questioned him and Affi Ya's story, and then they lamented that Church, who seemed the least likely to connect with others, would go faster than everyone else.

Near midnight, everyone left the Immortal Club. It was an extraordinary period recently. Everyone had work to do, and no one could indulge wantonly.

Before leaving, Boluogo took a look at Sere's desolate back and left without saying a word.

"What do you think happened to Sere?" Palmer and Bologo walked side by side.

"It's nothing, it's just that his nature is hard to change," Bologo said.

"What's your nature? A swinger?"

"No, you're a coward."

Boluogo's voice was stern, "A coward who dares not face his own destiny."

The carnival dispersed, and the Undead Club became quiet again. Sere stood up unsteadily. As the Night Clan became active again, many bad memories were recalled by Sere, but what was worse than these was, Memories of Elsa.

Every night when Sere closes his eyes, he can see Aisha's figure, see her smiling at him, reaching out to him...

Memories tormented Thurley, tormenting him.

In pain, he remembered what someone who once loved him said, "Time will make our relationship deteriorate, love will turn into hatred, and we will hate each other."

For a moment, Selei felt that he hated Aisha, hated why he fell in love with her, why he loved her so much, and even more hated why she had to die alone, so that Selei would be left alone in the pain of memories.

After the hatred, there was a huge fear. Serei couldn't believe that he would actually hate the only person in his life who had given his sincerity.

Sere's stomach churns, like a strange habit. He likes to vomit, as if it can vomit out his rotten inside. But this time, as soon as he bent down, Bode stopped him.

"Get out and spit."

Bode had had enough of cleaning up Thurley's vomit.

Sere was kicked out of the Undead Club. He sat on the steps and looked at the deserted street. He pondered for a while, but found that he couldn't spit it out at all.

The cool evening wind woke Seri a little bit, he leaned back on the steps, trying to think about something, but in the end it was a waste of time.

As soon as Thrai thought of the rest of his long life, he would have to maintain this kind of immortal pale thinking, he felt a burst of despair, and then this despair was replaced by nothingness.

The sound of weak footsteps interrupted Sere's thoughts. He turned his head and saw the figure in the shadow of the alley.

"long time no see."

Serei glanced at the shadow, said something lightly, and then moved his gaze back to the night sky, looking up at the bright moonlight.

Suddenly, Sere smiled.

"what are you laughing at?"

Olivia stepped out of the shadows. She still couldn't understand her moody father, just like she couldn't understand why he would destroy the Night Clan.

"I'm laughing. I've lived for so long, but I don't seem to have raised my head to look up at the moon many times."

Serei said slowly, "I'm laughing again. Everything from that year has disappeared, but the moon is still there. It still remembers me and the person who looked at the moon with me."

His voice deepened, and his eyes flashed with scarlet color, "You have been wandering around the Undead Club for a while. What are you going to do? Are you disobeying the royal court?"

Olivia stopped in her tracks, and it was no longer a drunk who appeared in front of her in an instant, but a night clan lord hiding in the night. The coercion from the blood suppressed her from all aspects, bringing To feel pure oppression.

"Do not."

Olivia denied, "That was the trouble I caused, and I won't involve you."

As she spoke, she glanced at the Undead Club again, she knew the rules of masquerade here.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I just want to see you, so as not to lose sight of you again and feel regretful," Olivia said.

"What's so good about me," Sere said nonchalantly, "You never liked me as a father. Why, these years of experience have made you change your opinion of me?"

"How is that possible, Sere, you are a complete bastard, this is an indisputable fact."

Olivia looked up at the moon and murmured, "But you are like the moon, the moon is an unchanging bond that reminds you of your mother, and you are also a bond to me, making I thought of her again."

"link……"

The bright moonlight filled Sere's eyes, and he felt an inexplicable peace in his heart.

"Oh……"

Sere wanted to say something more, but when he looked into the shadows, he found that Olivia had disappeared.

She left.

Sere could feel that the blood connection was getting thinner and thinner, until she completely disappeared from his perception, leaving Sere alone again.

"I've always felt that you should be more cheerful." The shadow behind him began to squirm, and a black cat came out.

"Am I still not cheerful?" Sere asked, "A famous pole dancer from Oath City Opos."

Wei'er tried hard to forget Sere's terrible name, "I mean the inner part."

"..."

"Don't you even have the courage to confess your heart to your daughter?" Weier couldn't believe it and could only sigh, "The Villeless family are really a bunch of cowards, and your daughter is not as brave as your child. .”

Sere's voice was hesitant, "I'm just not ready yet...I haven't even thought about what to say."

"Weier, actually I never thought that I would have descendants. In other words, in my original destiny, Olivia should not exist."

Maybe it was because the mood was just right, or maybe Sere had a little courage, and he continued, "But one day, Elsa suddenly said that she wanted to have a child with me. You know, it was difficult for me to refuse her request, so O Livia was born.

In my mind, Olivia was just the product of a happy romance in Elsa and I's life. "

"You don't love your child?"

"I don't know, maybe," Sere said quietly, "Aisha said that Olivia was the link she gave me, connecting me to the whole world."

"At that time I didn't understand what she meant."

Sere laughed at himself, "I can't understand it now."