"I’ll accept this gift, Balder."
Bologue removed his mask, the ominous aura dissipated, and everything returned to normal.
He liked this gift, using fear as a ans of negotiation; this is the stance that should be taken to punish evil.
"Alright, it’s a good start for us."
Under Balder’s protective clothing ca laughter, just as they had expected, Bologue liked this contract object. Although he was full of words of disdain, few could refuse all this in front of true power.
No, to be precise, few were as obsessed with such sinister things as Bologue.
Aside from Balder, Geoffrey was also quite pleased, and he spoke softly to Balder.
"So about the list of materials..."
"We are part of the Order Bureau, colleagues should help each other; isn’t that only natural?" Balder said with pleasantries.
Geoffrey, the old fox, received Balder’s affirmation, his face brimming with an uncontrollable smile.
Although all departnts serve the Field Operations Departnt, many collaborations occur within regulations, much like Geoffrey cannot request those over-specification equipnt from the Sublimation Furnace Core. Even if he applied, it would require heavy approval.
But after partnering nefariously with Belli, everything beca easier. As long as it was within a tolerable range, the Sublimation Furnace Core didn’t mind offering so out-of-regulations help to its friendly friends.
Looking at the two with their arms around each other’s shoulders, Bologue sighed, since accepting this gift, he also implicitly approved of these. Rembering Belli, that terrible woman, gave him a headache, but after witnessing the power of the Sublimation Furnace Core, Bologue couldn’t resist collaborating.
It’s just the beginning; Bologue wanted to know what other treasures Belli was hiding to tempt him.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Yas was confused, he had co looking for Geoffrey, only to hurry in after sensing that frightening fear outside the practice room.
What followed was everything that had just happened. With the silence of the ether, the terrifying mist dissipated, followed by the few shoulder-to-shoulder, conspiratorial partnerships, changes happening so fast, it was astonishing.
"Nothing, nothing, just celebrating our profound friendship with the Sublimation Furnace Core." Geoffrey said animatedly, forming good relations with these lunatics wasn’t easy.
A hint of disgust flashed across Yas’s face; he knew well what the Sublimation Furnace Core was like. When Teda was in office, it was barely tolerable. Since that Belli took over, this departnt had beco increasingly annoying.
"Then I’ll go report this joyous news. As for the specific collaborations, soone will co to handle them later."
Balder bid farewell to the few and left the practice room.
"So what happened?"
Palr was also confused; he hadn’t participated in Bologue’s implant ceremony, entirely unaware of the relationship between Bologue and the Sublimation Furnace Core over these days, much less of Belli’s covetousness for Bologue.
"Nothing, just that Belli really likes Bologue, wants to invite him to spend a few days at the Sublimation Furnace Core, and this thing is rely a eting gift to assure Bologue." Geoffrey said, patting Bologue’s shoulder vigorously.
Palr looked at Bologue and Geoffrey, then glanced at the mask in Bologue’s hand; he seed to understand sothing.
"By the way, small gifts like this, will there be more in the future?" he asked.
"They should keep coming."
Palr took a deep breath, trying to control his expression, but couldn’t help laughing.
Although Geoffrey had been chatting in implicit dark language, everyone wasn’t a fool; by now, more or less, they understood the aning.
"So you exploited Bologue’s charm to secure strong support from the Sublimation Furnace Core?"
Palr was almost laughing tears, then suddenly stood up.
"Just re looks, nothing much, right, Bologue."
Palr suddenly approached Bologue, whispering in his ear, "I rember Belli also doesn’t have a boyfriend; if you put in so effort and managed to win her over... we’d be the wealthiest operations group in the Field Operations Departnt."
While speaking, Palr’s hand restlessly caressed Bologue’s back.
"Think about it, there’s no reason to refuse, right? She’s the most striking Winter Flower in the volcanic cluster!"
Palr recalled things related to Belli, although he hadn’t interacted much with her, but just like Bologue’s feelings then, just a few etings left a substantial impression of Belli in Palr’s mind.
Everyone wore tight-fitting protective clothing, only she in cool sumr attire, her fair thighs condensing with the residue of hot air steam, snow-white feet in sandals, stepping briskly, her white lab coat gently floating, outlining a graceful figure.
Palr rembered his mood at the ti, for that instant he felt he fell in love, until Belli’s absurd laughter and the acts of a madwoman, like a hydraulic press, crushed Palr’s mood to dust.
Ah... this won’t do, this bad woman is too malicious, pushing a good brother into the fire pit.
Rarely did Palr experience a mont of conscience. Regretfully, this conscience lasted only a few seconds, he clenched his fists encouraging Bologue, his expression twisted with excitent, continuously whispering the Devil’s temptations.
"Expensive Alchemy Armant, precious contract object, control her, we control the Sublimation Furnace Core!"
"You..."
Bologue’s face was dark. He really wanted to kick Palr right now.
From the looks of it, Belli was the person he least wanted to deal with, without a doubt.
In this mad woman’s eyes, Bologue seed to have turned into a maiden in a boudoir, while she was a burly brute with a wicked grin, ready to lay hands on him.
Obviously, such a description wasn’t entirely accurate. The proper way to view it would be the relationship between a scientist and a lab rat; Belli was the mad scientist, and Bologue the indestructible lab rat.
"Such a relationship can be broken at any ti," said Bologue. "Anyway, I’ve got the mask."
Emptying his mind, Bologue tried hard not to think about Belli. He had already obtained the contract object, and as for future cooperation, he would just find a way to shirk it.
"Is that so? You’re really unlucky then, Bologue."
On the side, Yas understood the ins and outs of the matter and surprisingly wore a sympathetic look for Bologue. As for why he was sympathetic, no one knew.
He didn’t continue speaking and instead turned to Geoffrey.
"Co with , Geoffrey, things have gotten a bit troubleso."
"What’s wrong?"
Geoffrey, who had been all smiles, suddenly turned serious. Such words from Yas had to be taken seriously.
"Anyway, let’s go see Lebius first," Yas hurriedly said. He was originally looking for Geoffrey but had been delayed by these trivial matters. "Oh yes, Bologue, you co too."
"Has sothing happened?" Bologue asked.
"It has nothing to do with you... it’s a different matter. You’ll find out soon." Yas said mysteriously.
"And ? I’m part of the Special Operations Group too, don’t exclude !" Palr shouted, feeling left out.
"You..." Yas frowned, thought for a mont, then said, "Fine, you co along too. You’ll need to be in contact anyway."
Thus, Palr joined them, and they followed Yas to Lebius’s office.
Through the coordination of the "Cultivation Room," this area had beco their base, whether it was an office, activity room, or warehouse, they were all moved here, greatly saving ti and making the Special Operations Group more cohesive.
Such bases existed throughout the Field Operations Departnt, but outside of collective action, interaction between the groups was rare. To this day, Bologue only knew about Yas’s Sixth Group.
Aside from the Special Operations Group, the other groups seed busy and out of sight, but this leisure was soon coming to an end, as the Special Operations Group would quickly beco busy.
"Speaking of, what exactly is the matter?" Palr curiously asked along the way.
"Taking Bologue to see the world."
Yas said vaguely, Geoffrey seed to recall sothing, appearing both excited and cautious.
Pushing open the office door, after glancing at Lebius, Yas directly asked, "I’ve brought them over, so who will take Bologue next?"
"Not , those people never liked ." Lebius coldly said, speaking of things Bologue didn’t understand.
"I don’t think I’m suitable either. I hate those people, besides this is your Special Operations Group’s matter."
Yas said, casting his gaze on Geoffrey, as did Lebius. Only when encountering negotiation issues were people aware of Geoffrey’s strength. He seed capable of chatting with anyone, even strange and crazy beings.
"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?"
Again with the inexplicable jargon, Bologue interjected, hoping soone would explain it to him.
"Don’t worry, Bologue, it’s just so fixed procedures." Geoffrey understood what needed to be done, his voice sounding sowhat expectant.
"What procedures?"
Bologue was confused. Was there sothing he hadn’t done as a Condenser?
"This has nothing to do with being a Condenser," said Lebius, opening a drawer and rummaging for sothing. "Rember what we said before? Undead are powerful, but not particularly rare."
Lebius took out a "Key of the Crooked Path," which appeared different from the one Bologue had seen before, looking more ancient and distinct in form from the ones from the Order Bureau.
Placed on the desktop, the handle bore faint markings, indicating that this key had so history.
"It’s ti to introduce you to others, Bologue."
"Who?"
"Other undead," Lebius said.
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