Endless Debt Chapter 891 - 32: The Assembly2

Bologue guessed that the mobilized forces were far more than these, after all, there were too many secrets hidden in Oubos, and maybe the fourth group had also been mobilized.

If the King’s Shield Guard wants to completely ignite the chaos, the calamity sleeping in the Abandoned Land is definitely a terrifying support.

Bologue walked out of the activity room, the situation as complex as a ball of yarn had been analyzed by him thoroughly, next it would be like checking off a task list, completing them step by step.

The first item among them is the Decision Room.

Bologue knew that he was always an unruly black sheep, he could fully trust his teammates, but the premise was that the teammates had to fully trust him too.

The Decision Room felt too strange to him, like a fish bone stabbing in the heart, Bologue clearly knew that he must understand this matter, otherwise the rift of suspicion between him and the Order Bureau would beco larger and larger.

Not only to know the truth and satisfy his curiosity but also to better complete his work.

That’s what Bologue thought.

Opening the door of the activity room, an unexpected figure was standing outside the door, as if waiting for Bologue for a long ti.

"Got ti, Bologue?"

Nesanel blocked Bologue’s path, he always appeared like a ghost, lingering like a shadow.

"Deputy Director?"

Bologue was about to say that you ca just in ti, when Nesanel interrupted him.

"I heard from Geoffrey that you have a lot of opinions about the Decision Room, these opinions have accumulated deeply and may affect your upcoming work and your loyalty to the Order Bureau."

Nesanel said what Bologue wanted to say, but this did not affect Bologue, he wasn’t even surprised by it.

"Let guess, this isn’t Geoffrey speaking, is it," Bologue said, "At least he wouldn’t ntion it so clearly."

Geoffrey is busy like a ghost, how could he possibly have ti to care about himself, especially with such inexplicable issues.

"It’s the Decision Room, right?"

Bologue said, "The Decision Room anticipated my doubts and then called you here."

Nesanel smiled, "I knew this wouldn’t fool you."

Bologue’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly, at this mont the Decision Room seed to be omniscient, even detecting his suspicion.

This fact made Bologue extrely uneasy.

"So what are you going to do?" Bologue asked, "Training like the one during induction? Or so loyalty exercise?"

Bologue encountered this when he was in the army, to make timid new soldiers dare to charge and kill the enemy, officers would let them realize things far more cruel than death.

"No, how could it be? What do you think we are."

Nesanel waved his hand, then placed both hands on Bologue’s shoulders.

"Since you’re so curious, let take you to see for yourself."

Bologue froze, Nesanel continued, "You should also et him...or them."

Around them, the bricks and stones began to twist and alternate, they rose up, enveloping Bologue and Nesanel, as if they were swallowed by the Cultivation Room, after a brief distortion, the two disappeared into the blank hallway.

A few seconds later, Geoffrey pushed open the office door in confusion, he noticed sothing peculiar, but the hallway was calm.

...

When his vision cleared again, Bologue found himself surrounded by endless golden globes of light, the splendid golden hall entered his eyes, the dazzling luxurious light pricked Bologue’s eyes like morning light, when he was finally able to see the environnt around him, Bologue realized this was a building of such grandeur.

The do overhead was filled with inverted figures in angelic postures, as if descended from the Celestial Kingdom, gazing down sentintally at the people on the ground.

In the areas around the building, golden light stretched into the invisible darkness, Bologue could see many blurred figures standing among them, working chanically, the crisp sound of tal keys constantly ringing out, machines spewing out paper, nurous pneumatic flow pipes neatly arranged, extending outward, dull transporting sounds echoed, delicate capsules swiftly traversing through the pipes.

The pipes expand outward until disappearing from Bologue’s sight, they cover every inch of the twisted space of the Cultivation Room like veins.

The knocking sounds from the darkness maintain a certain frequency, never changing from beginning to end, Bologue can’t hear any breathing nor detect anyone’s presence, like a sophisticated automated factory, laboring tirelessly regardless of day and night.

Looking around, it’s so pristine here, every inch of tal is shiny like a mirror, reflecting Bologue’s image, pure gold covered everything, as if everything Bologue saw was cast from gold.

"Is this... the Decision Room?"

Bologue took a deep breath, the opulent scene made him feel alert.

"That’s right, the Decision Room," Nesanel nodded, adding, "But it’s also just a departntal na within the Order Bureau, this golden building has another na, it’s called the Inverted Hall."

Inverted Hall.

Bologue silently recited this na, he didn’t yet understand its significance, but soon Nesanel would reveal everything here to him.

"This is sowhat different from what I was expecting."

Bologue withdrew his gaze, then said, "I thought this would carry the Order Bureau’s usual style, minimal, cold, efficient."

"You thought this would be a plain office, with grids separating the workstations, at each spot sits an employee looking ready to drop dead... hmm, maybe they even have IV lines plugged in, or so maintenance equipnt, ensuring they can continue producing work, while also preventing them from dying at their desks.