Chapter 876 Ordinary People's Troubles

"So... is that the end of the matter?"

"No, not yet. In terms of priority, opening the secret passage to the Holy City is the most important thing. As for the Forge Volcano and the like, there will be plenty of time to recover them later."

"In other words, you have to go to that damn place again in a while?"

"Almost. According to the information, the Void Realm of the Holy City is much more terrifying than the ruins."

"Of course, this is King Solomon's palace... Is it his tomb now? Tomb robbers are not a good name."

Berogo picked up the fries and dipped them in ketchup, leaned to one side, "Let's not talk about my future work, let's talk about you."

"Me? What can I talk about?"

Palmer gulped down a bellyful of wine, flipping through the comic book with a slightly blurred look.

"How are your preparations for the promotion ceremony?"

"Almost everything is complete. As long as I drink alchemical potions for a few more days, my body will be in perfect condition."

When mentioning this, Palmer closed the comic book and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Blogo asked, "Are there any difficulties in the promotion ceremony? Do you need my help?"

Since Blogo successfully explored the etheric world, Mamo built a "garden" with huge equipment. In Mamo's words, Blogo can be promoted a limited number of times in his life, but there will always be condensers who will be promoted.

Mamo has been trying to let Blogo participate in the promotion ceremony of the condenser, trying to synchronize Blogo's will with the promoted. When he completes the sublimation of his soul, Blogo borrows his credentials and sneaks into the etheric world.

"Me? I don't want to be your experimental subject."

Palmer shook his head vigorously, and then said with a depressed look, "I just suddenly feel like I've grown up."

Berogo said, "Grown up? I thought you were used to this kind of growing up after you completely accepted Woxilin."

"No, no, no, there are many kinds of feelings of 'growing up'. Woxilin is like a kind of... a kind of... an emotional growth for me. I am no longer a twisted child, but I am responsible for another person's life."

Palmer took another big sip and burped loudly.

"And the growth brought by the promotion ceremony is another feeling."

"For example?"

"For example... For example, what was our previous job? Just maintaining law and order, beating up hooligans, or more seriously, dealing with some extraordinary conflicts."

Palmer paused and continued, "As our power grows, we will also face more and more critical events, and these events will involve many things."

Berogo asked, "From an unknown kid, to a big man who is above the city and even the world?"

"Almost, but I'm not so arrogant that I think I will be a big man if I become a person with power," Palmer sighed, "I just suddenly feel very tired. With the promotion of the rank, the events we have to face are no longer as simple as endangering a street or a city.

This will involve regional, national, and even world-class crises."

Palmer said as he completely lay on the bar, grabbed his hands into his hair, and messed up his hairstyle into a mess.

"My every move will determine the life and death of many people. I don't even know those people. Just thinking about it makes me tired. I miss the days of just maintaining law and order."

"Responsibility, Palmer, this is... um? Social responsibility." Blogo patted Palmer on the shoulder.

"Probably," Palmer turned his head, "What about you? Blogo, don't you have any pressure?"

In Palmer's eyes, Blogo is like an iron man. He almost never shows his vulnerable side and always has a tough and iron-blooded attitude. Many times, Palmer almost forgets that this guy is also made of soft flesh and blood.

"Of course I have pressure too."

Berogo nodded, "But I know that no one can help me except myself to overcome this kind of thing."

"So you like to keep silent and hide all your troubles," Palmer smiled, "Berogo, you are a bit like... a bit, oh! I remember!"

Palmer concluded, "Sultry, right?"

Berogo said helplessly, "I would rather you describe me as reserved."

"Reserved, reserved, won't you get sick from holding it in?"

"A little bit, so I will vent stress at work."

"No wonder you are a violent maniac."

There were only two of them in the Undead Club, and the conversation gradually became low, and the atmosphere seemed particularly lonely.

"How is his work these days when I'm away?" Berogo tried to find some topics.

"Who?"

Alcohol poisoned Palmer's nerves. Without a clear name, Palmer didn't know who Berogo was talking about.

"York, the priest, the intern we left in Graystone Town, is he okay?" Berogo explained patiently.

After the Greystone Town incident, after careful consideration, Blog finally chose to let York join the special operations team as an intern.

However, due to the busy work, after Blog explained these things, he participated in the infiltration operation in the ruins area, and he had no time to understand the follow-up of the matter.

"Oh, York."

Palmer raised his head from the bar. He blinked hard and tried to remember. After about half a minute, he slowly spoke.

"York's identity is somewhat special, not to mention that in this time period with the rise of the Night Clan, his identity has become more sensitive."

Boluogo knew what Palmer was referring to. York was a Night Clan, and it was very likely that he received the blood of the Regent.

For the Night Clan, blood has many strange abilities.

Due to York's identity, the Bureau of Order is very worried that he will be influenced by the Regent and become an unstable factor that will explode one day in the future.

For this reason, York could only exist as an intern for a long time, and his understanding of the Bureau of Order was also strictly controlled.

On the one hand, the Order Bureau is afraid that York will be used by the Regent. On the other hand, the Order Bureau also wants to use York to see if it can detect traces of the Regent.

After all, the regent appeared directly in Oath City Opos last time and fought with Boluogo.

"But all that aside, he's doing a pretty good job."

In the days when Boluogo was away, Palmer was responsible for the affairs related to York. "With his prestige, it is not difficult to manage Greystone Town, and what he has to do is the same as usual, to be wary of all unscrupulous people." Well-intentioned stranger.”

Palmer thought for a moment and said, "The only thing that bothers me is the chain."

"Bound by thorns and bound by pain?"

"Well, after some research, Sublimation Core returned the contract object to York. Although it is York's weapon, I always feel uneasy," Palmer added, "At least There’s no trouble now.”

The Night Clan and the Orang Rot Sect have become more and more active around the Oath City of Opos. For this reason, the gray stone rift valley that can lead directly to the abandoned land has become a key artery.

On the surface, York is relying on its own influence to build it into a fortress bit by bit. Secretly, the Bureau of Order is also sending a steady stream of forces to reinforce the abandoned place from within.

But all this must be based on ideal conditions.

With Boluogo bringing back Freya and the others, the ruined area returned to the sight of the Bureau of Order. Suddenly, the manpower shortage of the Bureau of Order became more serious. On one side, it was to regain the lost ground, and on the other side, it was to strengthen the defense line. Both It's so important that it makes the staff exhausted.

Fortunately, these have nothing to do with Boluogo and others.

"Any news on Olivia?"

Bologg asked again. While asking, he also glanced at the stairwell. Bologg always felt that as soon as he talked about Olivia, Sere would jump out of the shadows.

"No."

Palmer shook his head, "We conducted several searches but could not find any trace of her."

"She should still be in this city. Now that the Night Clan has risen and the regent has the supreme power, this is the only place that can protect her," Boluogo said and glanced at the stairwell again, "Only here, there is Someone who is willing to protect her.”

Palmer knew that Bologo meant something, but when he thought about the guy who had high hopes for him, it was difficult for Palmer to have high hopes for him.

"Oh, by the way, one more thing, Boluogo."

Palmer remembered a big thing, but it was so unimportant compared to many other things at the moment that he almost forgot about it.

Under Boluogo's doubtful gaze, Palmer said, "Shortly after you sneaked into the ruins area, news came from the Crow's Nest that a rebellion occurred in the Kogadel Empire."

"Rebellion?"

Boluogo didn't think this matter was serious. During the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the Kogadel Empire forcefully integrated the broken territories and ruled the scattered forces with absolute force, although they had a high degree of concentration. Will, but the internal power is full of differences.

Rebellion is not a rare thing in the Kogadel Empire. It will happen almost every once in a while, and will be suppressed by the King's Secret Sword.

On the contrary, there is the Rhine League. This has been a slightly loose alliance from the beginning. Only excessive external pressure will unite them. Even after the Bureau of Order was born, within the Rhine League, there are still There are many external forces, such as the secret organizations formed by these independent forces.

Although it does not have as high a concentration of power as the Kogadel Empire, at least the territory of the Rhine League is very stable, and all parties maintain a certain tacit understanding.

"This rebellion is different from the previous rebellions," Palmer said. "In this rebellion, the Crow's Nest discovered traces of the King's Shieldguard."

Boluogo's eyes immediately became serious, "Has Xilin finally lost his patience?"

"Crow's Nest speculates that this is just the beginning."

Palmer felt a headache when he thought about the chaotic future, "Remember those Silver Knights?"

Boluogo nodded. Those knight puppets had caused Boluogo a lot of trouble.

"During the rebellion, the figures of these Silver Knights appeared again," Palmer continued. "That is to say, the third seat who disappeared during the Decay Plague incident was not dead. He joined Xilin."

"It sounds like these things are good for us," Bologo said. "Silin has returned to the Kogardel Empire and launched a struggle against the corrupt royal power."

"Yes, at least for a period of time, the Kogadel Empire will not hinder us. We will have time and energy to deal with the rise of the Night Tribe."

Palmer sighed and said, "The turbulent years are coming, Blog, aren't you afraid?"

"No, have you forgotten? I have experienced such a turbulent year once."

Blog smiled and replied, "No matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than the scorched earth wrath, right?"

"That's not necessarily true," Palmer said, "Now the alchemical matrix has iterated so many times, the intensity of the war is no longer comparable to that of decades ago."

"It's the same for me," Blog said optimistically, "I was just a mortal at that time, and now I am an immortal and a bearer, and there are so many things I can do."

Palmer didn't know how to answer Blog's words for a while, and finally he said a little listlessly, "Alas, I am different from people like you. I have no ambitions and no strong desires. If I have to say that I have any strong desires, I just want to live a stable life."

"I don't even understand what the meaning of gaining such a powerful power is." Palmer was confused.

"You need to change your mindset to understand all this, Palmer," Blogo leaned over gently and put his arm around Palmer's shoulders. "The years of turmoil are inevitable, which means that you won't be able to live a stable life in the short term."

"But as long as you have enough power."

Blogo clenched his fist in front of Palmer's eyes, "As long as you have power, you can end the years of turmoil as soon as possible and live the life you want."

"My thoughts are a bit extreme. I think that whether it is a lofty ideal or a mediocre wish, the premise of everything is that you have the force, absolute force to defend it all."

Blogo said, "As long as you have enough force, you will be like a powerful force, covering the heads of the world, like a sword hanging over the skull, judging disputes. If you are still an immortal, under your rule, the world may be used to eternal peace."

Palmer's eyes were a little dull, and then his body shook violently as if he had caught a cold.

"Wow, Blogo, your speech is really villainous." Palmer said, opening the comic book and revealing the villain's page.

Blogo said nonchalantly, "We are all debtors now. I never thought I would be a decent person."

"Don't think about that. If such lofty ideas as 'for all mankind' don't motivate you, then lower your mind."

Blogo whispered, "For Woxilin, how about it?"

Palmer lay down again. After a long time, he sighed helplessly.

Blogo just sat aside and smiled. He knew that there were not many paranoid guys like him. The real people who made up this world were people like Palmer, ordinary people with no lofty ambitions and no strong desires.