Boluogo has killed many people in his life, but rarely loves anyone. The word love is as foreign to Boluogo as the other side of the distant world, something he has never thought of or expected.

He was like a rebellious child in adolescence. He felt that he was the savior chosen by heaven, the retribution for punishing the wicked, and the evil spirit pursuing blood revenge, but he had never thought about this thing that was close to reality and close to him.

When something like this happened, Boluogo only felt a sense of panic and surprise, followed by a little fear.

Boluogo has become accustomed to this kind of life, putting knives into other people's bodies, or having other people's knives pierce their chests. He is accustomed to such cruel days. Even if he endures them for ten years in one breath, it will not be enough for him.

Just a short gap.

But this thing is different, it's so different.

This reminded Bologg of the story Cinderella once told.

Boluogo is like the whale living in the deep sea. He has been drifting in the cold and deep ocean all his life. The so-called land is just an elusive and forbidden land for him. As for the high mountains, it is even more...

It's unimaginable.

Now, Boluogo, the whale, was thrown into the mountains by Aimu. Facing the strange scene around him, Boluogo's heart was filled with strange emotions.

Bologg was horrified by this terrible change, but he was also happy... It was unbelievable that Bologg thought that he would be insulated from it for the rest of his life...

"Huh?" Aimu looked at Boluogo's completely stunned expression and asked, "Do you want to say something?"

"I……"

Boluogo couldn't say a complete sentence. His appearance made Aimu laugh, and Aimu almost leaned back with laughter.

"You're so stupid."

Aimu covered her mouth and smiled. This was the first time she had seen Boluogo like this. His expression was completely frozen and his eyes were dull.

Boluogo wanted to defend something, "No, I... I just..."

"It's not what?" Aimu suddenly approached again, "Huh? Tell me."

Boluogo's words were stuck in his throat, and Aimu took advantage of the victory. At this moment, Aimu regained the feeling of teasing Boluogo. It felt good to regain the initiative, which made Aimu feel a sense of full control and desire.

Desire to win.

"You want to defend yourself but you can't, and you refuse to accept this reality... Boluogo, you are so stubborn."

Aimu raised his hand and put it on Boluogo's shoulder, and said softly, "Are you not shy anymore?"

Bologo struggled to control his facial expression.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen you shy before," Aimu became curious, "Are you really shy?"

Boluogo had a straight face and stiffly shook his head.

Seeing Boluogo's appearance, Aimu suddenly had an inexplicable impulse. She wanted to rub Boluogo's face hard, make his hair into a chicken nest, and break Boluogo's inexplicable...

reserved.

"It's really not easy. You would actually talk to me about this kind of thing. I thought a strong man like you wouldn't have any worries or internal conflicts."

The topic finally came back under control. Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am not a pure iron man, at least my heart is still soft."

"Then why don't you talk to Palmer about this? Is his condition also very bad? What about Sere? He knows a lot, has experienced a lot, and is an immortal like you.

"

Aimu shot back, "Why not tell them, but me?"

"Am I different?"

The finishing move appears.

Bologg felt like he was suffocating. Aimu was like a deer, jumping around the beached whale, and occasionally nudged him twice with his horns. Bologg had nowhere to escape.

"you……"

Bologg thought about how to explain the specialness of Aimu, and then he suddenly realized that Aimu was special... Bologg had never thought of such a thing before, it was like acting close to instinct, and

Never thought about why this happens.

He was so focused on his work that Bologg neglected many things, many good things.

"Bologo?"

Aimu called Bolog's name again, and Bolog looked at him instinctively and responded, "What's wrong?"

A little warmth came from Boluogo's forehead, and then Boluogo realized that Aimu had raised her hand and pressed it on her forehead. She looked at him with a smile, as if she was trying to play a prank.

"Bologo, are you cold?"

"ah?"

Aimu narrowed his eyes, and a glimmer of light floated in his eyes, "During the time we were talking, your heart rate increased a lot, as did your breathing frequency, and so did your body temperature. If you didn't have cold hands and a cold, you would be...

…”

"Okay, okay, stop for a moment."

Boluogo couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he kept a straight face and pretended to be calm, Aimu could still analyze his various performances, and even said that she could activate secret powers to peer into his heart.

Too bad, Bologg once again felt the powerlessness from Aimu. She was like a cunning wild cat. Sometimes she would nuzzle you affectionately, and sometimes she would bite you hard and then run away.

.

"What are you stopping for?" Aimu looked harmless, "Are we doing anything?"

Boluogo turned his head away and rubbed his face vigorously, as if he was trying to break a thin layer of ice that had solidified on his face.

After all, this kind of thing is still too unfamiliar to him. Boluogo is not good at it at all, so he was tricked by Amu.

When Boluogo gathered his mood and prepared himself to fight Aimu for three hundred rounds, showing off his heroic demeanor as a professional, Aimu suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to ask for something from Boluogo.

"Um?"

"What are you talking about? Where are the things?"

"what?"

"Weapons that were lost."

"Oh oh oh."

At this time, Boluogo remembered that his main goal in finding Aimu was to entrust Aimu to repair the alchemical weapons affected by the plague of decay. If possible, Boluogo also hoped that Aimu could use this to strengthen them.

But now it seems that such a request is a bit forced on Aimu. Her work is so busy now, and if I add more workload to her, it will only tire her out.

"Why did it get so bad again? Didn't I just repair it?"

Aimu took over the Phantom Dagger. In the battle of Mist Abyss Fortress, it was the most severely damaged alchemical weapon.

Boluogo whispered, "I'm sorry."

Aimu played with the phantom dagger and looked at Boluogo with a bit of disgust. For an alchemist, alchemy weapons are pieces of art that need careful maintenance. But in Boluogo's hands, they are as good as

Consumables are just as cheap.

Boluogo's newly surged momentum slumped again when Aimu changed the topic. After all, he was indeed in the wrong on this point, and at this time Boluogo had not realized that Aimu used this method to once again

Suppressed myself.

"Where's the reward?"

"remuneration?"

Aimu put away the phantom dagger and said, "I can't keep working for you for free. This is the first time."

"I thought……"

"What do you think? You think I can work for free?"

Aimu covered his mouth slightly, looking surprised and sad, "Oh my god, what am I in your eyes? Free labor?"

This time Aimu pretended to be too fake, maybe she did it on purpose to lure the enemy deeper.

Boluogo was almost knocked unconscious and said loudly, "Be normal!"

"Alright alright."

Aimu put away her expression and waved her hands, but from the bottom of her eyes, Boluogo could still see a bit of disdain, as if she was too weak and could not resist so easily.

Boluogo had a headache.

"What about the remuneration?" Aimu insisted, "I charge a lot of money."

"How much do you need?" Bologo added, "I have a lot of savings."

Boluogo's daily expenses are very small. He has three daily meals in the cafeteria of the Bureau of Order. The only entertainment activities are also held in the Undead Club, and as a member, he naturally does not have to pay for it.

His only big expenses were rent and the purchase of DVDs, but even so, Palmer shared part of it for him.

So in his third year of work, Boluogo accumulated a considerable fortune.

"You have enough money to pay the down payment," Palmer said after knowing it. "As for the loan, it is even easier. You are an immortal anyway, so you can pay it back slowly."

Boluogo has no intention of buying a house. Let’s not talk about the nature of his profession and whether it will lead to enemies knocking on the door. The terrible situation in Oath City Opos alone is not suitable for any investment action.

Anyway, there are beds in the Immortal Club, so if you can’t afford it, just stay there.

"Um……"
To be continued...