Endless Debt

Chapter 1428 - 25: Business Trip (2)

Hmm... The two don’t seem to conflict, at least with the current scale, it can make the reaction of the All Secrets Order less intense.Holt and his adjutant Evan arrived, but their expressions seemed somewhat grim, especially Holt, who kept a somber face, with an iron ring around his neck resembling shackles.

Bologue didn’t linger on them for long, and he had heard about Holt’s suppressed expression in the discussions among the staff.

As the Order Bureau’s most promising, youngest Defender, Holt always held some pride in his heart, until that pride was utterly crushed by the Regent King.

Although they have a disparity in rank, winning and losing are evident, Holt’s self-esteem was too strong to be convinced by such explanations.

Besides the fourth group, Bologue also met the envoys of the All Secrets Order, Ossana gazing at the surrounding darkness, and the countless portals standing in the dim light, curious about the Bureau’s Ether technology.

On her sides were two young men, Bologue remembered their names, the taller one was Rorford, and the other was Soti, following Ossana around like guards.

The staff disliked Rorford and Soti, calling them authentic Extraordinary nobles, but of course, this was mostly sarcastic. Everyone disliked these high-and-mighty people.

Not long after waiting, Nesanel arrived.

The tall figure emerged from the darkness, Nesanel was wearing a standard Order Bureau uniform, his bulging muscles highlighted delicate lines through the fabric, his appearance was less casual than before, he had specially combed his hair, arranging the lion’s mane-like strands behind his head.

Nesanel’s arrival drew everyone’s attention; they all looked at him, waiting for further instructions.

Nesanel remained silent, but the Transfer Station already understood his intent, countless doors in the darkness began to flutter up and down like massive snowflakes. Bologue vaguely heard a crisp sound from the dark, like keys colliding.

Amidst the overlapping chaos of the doors, finally, one door was selected, emerging from the darkness and landing before the crowd.

The symbol of a sword and chains was engraved on the door, with the number forty-six below the emblem.

"Forty-Sixth Outpost, the closest to the Land of Secrets."

Nesanel said, pulling the door open.

When Bologue passed through the Curved Path Gate and his vision cleared, the effects of long-distance Curved Path Shuttling surged along with the recovery of his senses.

Bologue only felt a twist in his stomach, as if his intestines were knotted, the continuous nausea pressed through his throat.

Before, Bologue would definitely struggle for a while, but after many uses of Void Shedding Sword Oil, he had gradually gotten used to the effects of the path, this time he recovered in less than a minute.

A familiar wail sounded beside Bologue.

"Excuse me, please move."

Palmer mumbled, covering his mouth; he didn’t have time to observe the surroundings, only wanting to find a bathroom to vomit.

Several unfamiliar staff came forward, having received news ahead of time; the Deputy Director had arrived at the outpost early in the morning, waiting here. They also anticipated various reactions after long-distance Curved Path Shuttling and skillfully handed a plastic bag to Palmer.

Unconcealed vomiting sounds arose.

Bologue’s expression was somewhat awkward, and he soon detected a strange smell, it smelled like barbecue sauce.

Many people had nausea reactions, but all of them recovered after feeling uncomfortable for a while, rarely did anyone have a severe reaction like Palmer, after another bout of vomiting, everyone could roughly guess what Palmer had eaten for breakfast from the pervasive smell in the air.

Holt, who had maintained a serious expression, finally showed a relaxed expression, patting Palmer’s shoulder with humor, "You should’ve had a lighter breakfast."

Evan followed closely behind Holt, like a medicine vendor, took out an injector from his pocket, "Need some potion?"

Palmer waved his hand repeatedly to decline their kind offer, picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, then tied the bag shut.

"I really can’t imagine you as the Patriarch of the Clarks." Bologue whispered.

"It’s a normal physiological reaction!" Palmer protested.

The episode ended, people looked around; this was a chamber resembling the setup of the Pillar Courtyard, only much smaller in size than the Order Bureau.

Ahead of the mission, the outpost director had been waiting here for a long time, Bologue scrutinized the person, a middle-aged man seemingly in his forties or fifties, with a lean face, sharp features, wearing round-framed glasses on his nose, with slicked-back hair neatly arranged.

At first glance, Bologue felt the person was a scholarly administrative staff, yet the next second, Bologue keenly detected the Ether intensity emanating from the man.

Defender.

Not just that, the staff following behind the man also revealed varying intensities of Ether reactions, most being Negative Power Users, with almost no First Stage Condensers present.

Bologue’s expression gradually turned serious.

Seekers of Glory wield the supreme power of the Path of Transcendence; they remain human, but in many people’s eyes, Seekers of Glory are somewhat transcended, devout individuals worship them as Celestial Gods, rational ones view them as human-shaped strategic weapons.