Endless Debt Chapter 368 - 145: Misfortune in the Sect3

I wonder what the people of the Clarks thought when they first saw Palr.

"I want to bring her here, do you think that’s okay?" Bologue asked tentatively.

"Hmm? What made you think of this?" Serey asked curiously.

"She’s too special; she might be the first Alchemy Puppet with self-awareness in history," Bologue pondered, "She’s got a lot of unsolved mysteries about her; maybe you old monsters can figure sothing out."

"Most importantly, don’t you want to see?"

"See what?" Serey retorted.

"Didn’t you understand? The first Alchemy Puppet with self-awareness, even though you’ve lived for so long, you haven’t seen anything like this, have you?" Bologue felt that Serey was drunk, not even clear-minded.

Serey’s gaze was sowhat dazed, and after a mont of being stunned, his expression twisted.

"Alchemy Puppet?"

"Yes!"

"With self-awareness?"

"Yes!"

Serey suddenly sat up from the bar, his expression twisted, "These Alchemists have really created new life!"

After a few seconds of being stunned, Serey grabbed Bologue and loudly asked, "Wait, isn’t that Aimou an Alchemy Puppet?"

"Didn’t you hear Palr ntion her?" Bologue shouted back.

"Palr didn’t ntion anything about the Alchemy Puppet part!"

Palr only ntioned Aimou’s existence but didn’t touch upon her nature, which made Bologue’s view of Palr ease a bit; this guy doesn’t blurt out everything.

"Palr only said that Bologue, the bastard, actually got involved with the mission target, completely disregarding his good brother," Serey recalled the scene of being hungover with Palr, "The guy was drinking and complaining about being kicked out by an Alchemy Puppet."

"God, Bologue hasn’t gone out for midnight snacks with for a week, all because of this damn Alchemy Puppet!" Serey mimicked Palr’s tone, repeating the words from back then.

"What?"

This ti it was Bologue’s turn to be stunned, but upon careful reflection, it seed to be true.

Usually, after work, Bologue and Palr would have cheerful midnight snack tis, but ever since he moved into the Alchemy Workshop, this matter had been forgotten.

Serey’s expression froze, and he suddenly realized he had said sothing he shouldn’t have; as a drunkard, the biggest taboo is not to repeat the nonsense spoken while hungover.

"Alright, I’m very interested. Do you want to co at night? We can have a party."

Serey crawled up from behind the bar, changing the topic, while Bologue looked at him expressionlessly.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, ending with Serey’s defeat.

"Alright, alright, bring her over then. We have so many Undead here, we’ve seen a lot, there shouldn’t be any problem that can stump us," Serey said.

"Then it’s settled, I’ll bring her over tonight." Bologue nodded.

He greeted Bode, who was mopping the floor, and pushed the door to leave. Living at the Undying Club these days, he fully understood what it ant to "live close to the company."

Previously, he could use the Key of the Crooked Path to take shortcuts to the Undying Club, but the nausea brought by crossing the crooked path was genuinely discomforting; now this point of influence no longer exists, coupled with Aimou’s awakening, Bologue’s mood was unexpectedly good.

Now there was only one thing left to solve.

Bologue stopped on the street, the winter ice and snow cloaking the city, and he recalled that na in his mind.

Teda Yazhede.