Endless Debt

"Wei'Er! Have you been thinking about traveling lately? Just like before, find a place to wander about. You've been cooped up in this hellhole for almost a few years now, don't you plan to move somewhere?"

Serey started rambling nonsensically like he was having an episode.

"Though we've traveled through all the countries, what about the southern archipelago? The northern Icefield? And the other side of the sea... There are so many unresolved mysteries waiting for us to explore in this world! What are we waiting for!"

Serey didn't answer Bologue's question. He picked up Wei'Er and excitedly painted a picture of that bizarre future.

Wei'Er was obviously not going to indulge Serey, and she slapped him directly on the face.

"My face!"

Serey wailed, clutching his face as he rolled around on the ground for several laps.

"Together with you? Traveling? That's impossible, Serey, ever since you left me in the sea, I never want to go out with you again."

Wei'Er licked the bloodstains on her claws; even now, she still harbored resentment toward that terrible underwater journey.

"I'd even go alone!"

Serey shrieked ghost-like as he quickly picked himself up and dashed off into the upstairs bedroom. After a series of clanging noises, this guy emerged with a packed bag.

"Wei'Er, please help me notify the others that I'm going out traveling, roughly... roughly within a hundred years I'll definitely be back!"

Serey finished instructing Wei'Er and was ready to leave without looking back, but then cyan light tracks swept across, and the swirling group of snakes sealed the door layer upon layer.

Bologue raised his hand, the glow of ether shining in his palm. The feeling of wielding ether was really nice; if possible, Bologue never wanted to experience an ether vacuum again.

"Bologue... we're good brothers, aren't we?"

Serey slowly turned his head, his tone heartfelt and moving, playing the emotion card.

"What's really going on?"

Bologue asked again, "That person named Olivia Villeries."

"Olivia?"

Wei'Er's eyes lit up. She seemed to know this name too, about to say something, but was interrupted by Serey's scream.

"Wei'Er!"

The voice was so shrill it moved those who heard.

Wei'Er hesitated a bit. She was not on good terms with Serey, but considering past sentiments, things should be kept separate; she still decided to keep his dark past a secret.

Bologue sighed helplessly, "Then let me ask in another way, do you have any grudges with her?"

"A big grudge."

Serey thought for a moment and added, "One that's unending."

"Great, she's definitely coming out to kill me, the Undead are really annoying like that; everyone has endless years, so people are unexpectedly stubborn about certain things."

Serey muttered to himself, his eyes trembling endlessly.

For ordinary people, matters of hatred and enmity usually end after a hundred years or so, but not for the Undead. They have endless time to figure all things out.

Bologue rarely saw Serey like this. The last time he saw such an expression was when several women he was dating simultaneously gathered together.

Serey is a powerful Undead, but when faced with the wrath of women, even he found it hard to stand against, and his face was marked with several slap prints.

Bologue wanted to keep asking something, but Serey wouldn't reveal any information. He just drank by himself, mobilizing what little brain matter he had to think about how to handle this.

"For you all, the Undying Club is akin to a sanctuary."

Bologue mumbled.

Bologue didn't continue to pursue further; everyone has their own secrets, and one should respect Serey's privacy.

Only unexpected, Serey's grudges are so many; it's best to keep distance from Serey when going out in the future.

"I need to take a bath."

Bologue suddenly said, not sure how many baths it would take to wash away Serey's blood aura.

Can't figure out anything from Serey. More importantly, Olivia's issue is currently not of importance; in her eyes, I'm probably already dead at the venue.

Bologue suddenly stopped, looked at Wei'Er, then at Serey, and thought of the others in the Undying Club.

These guys have gone through long ages, have experienced the shifting of times, and have witnessed many things firsthand; each one is a living witness to history.

Perhaps I can pry out past secrets from their lips; for instance, about the Fall of the Holy City...

Bologue shook his head, dispelling these thoughts from his mind. Things needed to be done one step at a time; the most important now was to review his files and recover the Immortal Heart, and capture Teda.

As long as Teda roamed free, Bologue couldn't feel at ease. The ultimate target of this guy was Aimou, and no one knew what kind of outcome this insane desire would eventually lead to.

No longer paying attention to Serey, Wei'Er led the way in front, guiding Bologue into the interior of the Undying Club.

Bologue had been a member for some time now, but he had always stayed within the bar, rarely venturing deep into the Undying Club.

He maintained a suitable distance from these lunatics.

The dim yellow lights illuminated the brown floor, and various luxurious paintings hung in the hallway, evoking a sense of time passing by. Bologue recalled what Serey had said before.

Compared to the Undying Club, these undead were all young. The Undying Club had existed many, many years ago, and the ancient Void Realm shrouded within the building was also born since then.

Currently, Serey managed the Undying Club, but in his own words, he was really just a bartender, at most a storekeeper.

The most important member list was not in Serey's hands. He wasn't even sure if such a list existed. He didn't know much about how many members there were in the Undying Club either.

Aside from these, what surprised Bologue the most was that Serey didn't know who founded the Undying Club. The only one with more seniority than Serey, Sai Zong, was now obsessed with being a dog, answering any question with "woof woof woof".

In playing the part of a dog, Sai Zong was particularly dedicated.

The spiral staircase extended upward without end, with corridors arranged in order, and doors standing on both sides.

"Has anyone ever tried to invade the Undying Club?" Bologue asked.

"Yes, but not often. We're very concealed. Even if some unlucky ones strayed in, Bode and the others would take care of it," Wei'Er replied, wagging her tail.

"You are a member of the Undying Club, so there's no hostility here towards you. If an unwelcome person came, they would only be lost within."

Wei'Er said this and stopped, looking at the corridor beside the stairs that stretched infinitely until it narrowed into a pitch-black point in view.

"Just pick a room, infuse your Ether into the nameplate on the door, and then the room will be 'fixed'."

Listening to Wei'Er, Bologue stood in front of a door. He had stayed here before, but those rooms were always arranged by Serey for him.

This place was like a hotel. For the first time, Bologue opened a room himself, and after infusing Ether into the nameplate, his name, Bologue Lazarus, appeared, and then the doorknob twisted, and the door opened automatically.

Bologue was about to walk in, but then he noticed something, took a few steps towards the other side, and looked up at the nameplate above.

"Palmer... Clarks?"

Bologue read the name on the nameplate and then suspiciously looked at Wei'Er.

"You've let that guy stay here?"

Wei'Er licked her paws and replied, "Serey and Palmer surprisingly hit it off. Although Palmer isn't an undead, he was given 'good friend' privileges."

Bologue still remembered this damned "good friend." These bored undead even collected mementos for these short-lived good friends—those variously styled drinking glasses.

Recollecting in his mind what Palmer had told him, compared to himself, Palmer seemed more like a member, spending his days in the Undying Club, bonding with these lunatics.

Especially with Serey, the relationship between Palmer and Serey was as if they hit it off at first sight. If Palmer had been born earlier, he might have been turned by Serey into an inside mole in the Clarks family.

Hmm... perhaps it could have been Serey being turned, becoming an inside mole for the Villeries family.

"You can press the call bell if you need anything, and Serey will respond immediately," Wei'Er continued, whispering, "Take this opportunity to give him a hard time."

"Because of that Olivia?"

Bologue understood Wei'Er's meaning; as long as he didn't continue to press further, Serey would be very willing to do many things for him.

"Of course, Serey is truly unlucky. So much time has passed, yet someone was still able to dig up this black history," muttered Wei'Er, "What's even more unfortunate is that you're undead, and a member of the Undying Club, our good brother, so Serey can't do anything to you."

Bologue caught the hinted meaning in Wei'Er's words and asked, "What about the others who knew these things?"

"All dead."

The cat's eyes watched Bologue, "Beheaded, hanged, burned at the stake... even related books weren't spared, utterly erasing that segment of history."

"Serey thought that by wiping out everyone in the know, he could keep these secrets. But we all know it's just self-deception; some things he'll eventually have to face."

Bologue pondered, "But as long as you stay in the Undying Club, no one can influence you."

"It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy... One day, we will step out of the Undying Club for some strange reason."

Realizing she was saying too much, Wei'Er advised afterward.

"Anyway, just pretend you don't know about these things. The Night Race's situation is too complicated, and undead are complicated enough, let alone an undead family. Just thinking about it gives you a headache."

Bologue nodded, thanked Wei'Er, and closed the door, darkness enveloping him.