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In short, as long as sothing contains a "story," Bologue likes it. He believes these things extend human life to so extent, allowing people to see more beautiful things and experience what they haven’t in their limited lifespan.
Thinking of this, Bologue can feel himself slowly reintegrating into the world, from listening to noisy rock music to now watching stage plays.
Bologue picked up the keys and walked out the door. He decided that if he ever had to move in the future, he’d try to get a TV or sothing.
Leaving the building, the gray and dim light fell, and the sky was still familiarly gloomy.
"Speaking of which, how is Geoffrey’s progress? Did Norm finally speak?"
Bologue muttered to himself, feeling that the Order Bureau was really too far from his ho, a four-hour round trip at tis. Without necessity, he was really too lazy to go there.
"Yo! Bologue!"
A shout rang out, and Bologue suspiciously turned toward the sound. He had almost no friends and couldn’t figure out who was calling him.
The iron fence at the street corner was pulled open, and an old face poked out from the shadow of a small window, waving at Bologue.
"Bologue, is it your day off today? It’s rare to see you during the dayti."
The old man looked surprised, in his mory, Bologue appeared very rarely during the day.
"Yeah, you could say it’s a day off."
Bologue walked to the railing and struck up a conversation with Vincent.
The friendship between Bologue and Vincent was rather peculiar. During his one-year internship, Bologue spent most of his ti tracking and hunting Demons, sothing that was obviously not smooth during the day. So Bologue usually worked at night and slept during the day.
He often worked late into the night, and when he stayed at Adelle’s house, she would prepare so late-night snacks for him on the table. But after he moved out of her house, no one cooked for him anymore, and Bologue didn’t have the energy to cook for himself, making it difficult to find food late at night until he discovered Vincent’s shop that operated until late.
As the visits added up, Bologue and Vincent beca familiar, and Vincent could be considered an old custor.
"You seem to be in a good mood. So, has sothing good happened?"
Vincent looked at Bologue, clearly sensing that his ntal state had improved a lot.
"Probably... I found a job, stable and long-term employnt, and the salary and benefits are quite good," Bologue replied.
Compared to the many companies in Opus, the treatnt at the Order Bureau was indeed good, not only providing als but also covering funerals, which sounded very thoughtful.
"Oh? That’s not bad. In this damn Opus, there’s wealth everywhere, but the foreigners who co here to strike it rich are endless. Those who can earn money and live a stable life are still the minority, not to ntion those who can buy a house in the city center and have a place of their own; they are very few."
Vincent rambled on. This old guy seed to have experienced a lot in his youth, with a murky gaze flickering with past mories, and then he suddenly rembered sothing.
"Wait, you’re not working in the Great Rift, are you?"
The old man’s cloudy eyes suddenly beca clear, staring intently at Bologue.
"No, no, I can’t stand that place."
Bologue lied, though he didn’t consider it a lie. He worked for the Order Bureau, only occasionally needing to go on business trips to the Great Rift.
"That’s good."
Hearing Bologue’s answer, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, then coughed forcefully, warning Bologue.
"My lungs were damaged from working in the Great Rift. I was lucky to resign early. They say the old guys of my generation all ended up dying in hospitals... Dying of respiratory failure."
Vincent’s voice gradually lost emotion, becoming monotonous and indifferent.
"They say it feels like you’re drowning, unable to breathe, suffocating to death."
Taking another glance at Bologue, Vincent smiled and then said.
"Don’t worry too much. Rember to work hard. Although this place is terrible, you have to strive to live well."
"Yeah, bye, Vincent, see you tomorrow."
Bologue nodded, thanked Vincent for his concern, then waved and left.
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