Chapter 368 - Misfortune in the Sect
Chapter 368 of "Endless Debt" kicks off with: I wonder what the people of the Clarks thought when they first saw Palmer."I want... Continue reading!
I wonder what the people of the Clarks thought when they first saw Palmer."I want to bring her here, do you think thatâs okay?" Bologue asked tentatively.
"Hmm? What made you think of this?" Serey asked curiously.
"Sheâs too special; she might be the first Alchemy Puppet with self-awareness in history," Bologue pondered, "Sheâs got a lot of unsolved mysteries about her; maybe you old monsters can figure something out."
"Most importantly, donât you want to see?"
"See what?" Serey retorted.
"Didnât you understand? The first Alchemy Puppet with self-awareness, even though youâve lived for so long, you havenât seen anything like this, have you?" Bologue felt that Serey was drunk, not even clear-minded.
Sereyâs gaze was somewhat dazed, and after a moment 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, isnât that Aimou an Alchemy Puppet?"
"Didnât you hear Palmer mention her?" Bologue shouted back.
"Palmer didnât mention anything about the Alchemy Puppet part!"
Palmer only mentioned Aimouâs existence but didnât touch upon her nature, which made Bologueâs view of Palmer ease a bit; this guy doesnât blurt out everything.
"Palmer 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 Palmer, "The guy was drinking and complaining about being kicked out by an Alchemy Puppet."
"God, Bologue hasnât gone out for midnight snacks with me for a week, all because of this damn Alchemy Puppet!" Serey mimicked Palmerâs tone, repeating the words from back then.
"What?"
This time it was Bologueâs turn to be stunned, but upon careful reflection, it seemed to be true.
Usually, after work, Bologue and Palmer would have cheerful midnight snack times, but ever since he moved into the Alchemy Workshop, this matter had been forgotten.
Sereyâs expression froze, and he suddenly realized he had said something he shouldnât have; as a drunkard, the biggest taboo is not to repeat the nonsense spoken while hungover.
"Alright, Iâm very interested. Do you want to come 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 Sereyâs defeat.
"Alright, alright, bring her over then. We have so many Undead here, weâve seen a lot, there shouldnât be any problem that can stump us," Serey said.
"Then itâs settled, Iâll 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 meant 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 Aimouâs awakening, Bologueâs 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 name in his mind.
Teda Yazhede.