Bologue felt that his mind was in a ss, even though he had sorted out his thoughts, he still felt exhausted. As night fell, he returned ho, carrying infinitely complex thoughts, ignored Palr’s greeting, and lay directly on his bed, closing his eyes in contemplation, until he drifted into dreams amidst endless thoughts.
For several days in a row, Bologue passed his ti in such a muddled state. Fortunately, as ti went by, his weary mind revived again, and his chaotic thoughts beca orderly.
Bologue rarely confides his troubles to others. Even if you ask him to chat with soone, when the words are at the tip of his tongue, Bologue would feel a sense of aninglessness and fatigue, thus refusing to talk.
Through prolonged self-digestion, Bologue beca increasingly adept at this and grew more silent. Few could understand what he was thinking. And when he had sorted out his emotions and woke with the descending night, the house was empty; Palr wasn’t ho, likely gone to the Undying Club.
The feeling of waking up alone wasn’t pleasant, which reminded Bologue of his days living alone in Shenbei District.
Bologue got up in the dim light, opened the fridge, poured himself a glass of orange juice, and stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the brightly lit bustling city.
In his first year of work, Bologue often stood by the window like this, peeping at the city. At that ti, Bologue’s heart was full of detachnt and loneliness. Back then, for this city, he was like a marginal figure in society, with no friends, no family, and nothing worthy of connection.
The only difference between him and the holess on the street was that Bologue had a place that could shelter him from the elents.
Now in his third year, Bologue welcod a distinctly different mindset. He had friends, though not many, they were vital connections. He also held a decent job, having carved out his own niche in this city.
Bologue was no longer the marginal person he was three years ago. More and more people saw him, witnessing his existence.
Putting on his clothes, Bologue pushed the door open and left, strolling alone on the street. Many pedestrians brushed past him, vehicles ca and went, and signboards flickered with bright, shimring lights.
Bologue thought he might be walking alone on such a road for the first ti; usually, Palr would drive, or he’d directly use the Key of the Crooked Path. Now that the Key of the Crooked Path was broken, who knows when Serey would get him a new one.
Sotis Bologue felt he was a lonely person, but upon careful recall, there were few occasions when he was alone in his mories.
"There’s a cinema nearby, huh..."
Bologue surveyed his surroundings and softly sighed, having been too focused on external matters and overlooked the happenings around him until this mont.
He walked for a while, as if strolling, leisurely arriving at the Undying Club, pushed open the door, and the familiar festive atmosphere greeted him.
Palr, Hart, Serey, they were gathered around the table, excitedly rolling dice, then moving pieces, slaying monsters in the fantasy stories.
"Yo, you’re here."
Serey looked up and greeted Bologue.
Bologue went behind the bar, poured himself a glass of water, "Just the few of you tonight?"
Palr replied, "It seems so. Kemp said he has training and won’t be coming over for a while, and Shelley as well."
"Kemp seems a bit off lately, surprisingly diligent. Apart from work and rest, he basically stays in the practice room," Hart said, "He’s also been asking many about Extre Techniques and such. At his pace, he should soon master all Ethereal Skill techniques."
Talking about this, Hart’s tone contained a few extra notes of admiration and envy. Except for those restricted by Tier which can’t be mastered, following Kemp’s pace, he would soon beco a generalist.
Hart had also tried once, but due to differences in style and talent among individuals, the difficulty of learning various Ethereal Skills varied. He didn’t have Kemp’s perseverance, and gave up soon after, choosing to master one field instead.
"Is that so?"
Bologue didn’t pay much attention to this matter. To him, Kemp was just like himself, both were extrely dedicated Field Staff, and working hard was normal.
Just as Bologue was about to blend into this relaxed atmosphere, the doors were pushed open, ringing the bell above with a crisp sound, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared at the door.
Bologue looked at him, and for a mont he couldn’t rember who this person was, nor could the others, except Palr.
Palr looked at the man, first stunned, then excitedly exclaid.
"Church?"
With Palr’s shout, it was as if a shackle in people’s minds had shattered, and information related to the newcor flooded out.
Bologue rembered who it was; surprisingly, it was Church. They hadn’t seen each other for a while.
"Ha, you actually rembered ."
Church smiled, which to others seed like a common greeting but held a deeper aning for Church.
"I thought you were missing!"
Palr stood up, opened his arms, and rushed towards Church. Since their farewell at Wind Source Highlands, it had been too long since they last t.
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