When Palmer opened his eyes again, his consciousness had returned to the material world from the etheric realm and merged into the body again. It was like having a long nightmare. Palmer stood there stunned for a long time.

It took half a minute for his eyes to gradually turn from cloudy to clear.

"Ha ha……"

As if his body had finally caught up with the delay in consciousness, Palmer knelt down with all his strength and put his hands on the ground. As if he was suffocating due to lack of oxygen, his neck turned red, he gasped for breath, and his chest heaved violently.

The promotion ceremony is not a comfortable thing. Most of the time, it is accompanied by extremely high risks. But today, Palmer's luck was pretty good. Apart from some conventional negative reactions, his entire promotion ceremony was very

It went smoothly, without any accidents.

"OMG……"

While Palmer complained in a low voice, his stomach was churning with sour water, and his throat was a little out of control. Then, with a throbbing pain in his stomach, he vomited up the mixed liquid all over the floor.

Obviously Mamo had told Palmer not to eat or drink anything for six hours before the promotion ceremony, but Palmer felt that this was just a promotion ceremony and not a colonoscopy, so he still ate secretly because he was hungry.

Had a sandwich.

The undigested sandwich residue is now mixed with his gastric juices and some alchemical liquid that has also not been fully absorbed, forming a disgusting mixture on the metal floor. Some of the substances and metals reacted violently.

Corrosion reaction, the corrosion sound is endless.

Palmer fell sideways, wiped the wet corners of his mouth briefly, and slumped to the ground in a big pose.

"To be honest, if it is not to collect necessary information, I really don't want to talk to you."

Mamo came over in a wheelchair. He looked down at Palmer with a look of disgust.

Palmer is indeed a lucky guy. The ceremony of being promoted to a baseman actually allowed him to pass smoothly. But for some reason, like the conservation of luck, even if Palmer ends successfully, he will still put himself

It was so embarrassing.

Mamo asked, "Let me ask briefly first, what did you see?"

"I...I saw the etheric realm, and the shining secret source, and the endless light covered me...No more, I just saw these, and then I opened my eyes and returned to reality."

As Palmer spoke, he suppressed the discomfort in his body. He guessed that this should be the tingling sensation reflected on his body due to the growth of the alchemy matrix after the promotion ceremony, as if he had grown hundreds of pounds overnight.

Jin, the skin was forcibly pulled out into red growth lines... Palmer knew that this description was not right, but these were the only appropriate explanations he could think of subconsciously.

"that's all?"

"Otherwise? What else do you want," Palmer reprimanded loudly, "like Boluogo did, first have a close contact with the secret source, and then encounter something fatal in the etheric realm? Please, I

It’s not like I’m an undead person. Any incident like this will kill me!”

Mamo fell silent. He and Palmer had known each other for some time. Mamo knew that Palmer had a very strange duality. On the one hand, you can indeed trust his ability to work, but

On the other hand, trust is trust, and Palmer was filled with an absurd sense of unreliability.

In Bologna's words, Palmer was born to be a comedic character.

Do you think you can trust a comedy character?

As a debtor, Palmer's soul was incomplete. In order to be promoted smoothly, before the ceremony began, Mamo first poured a lot of silver soul into him, and then prepared a large amount of alchemical liquid, which could be taken orally or

All was injected into Palmer's body.

In terms of the scale of the ceremony, Palmer's treatment was much more luxurious than that of Burlogo. Anyway, Burlogo would not die. If the ceremony failed, it would fail. But Palmer only had one life.

But such a serious promotion ceremony, thanks to Palmer's outrageous talent for humor, was made like a ridiculous colonoscopy.

Finally, Mamo sighed quietly, "You are really a damn lucky guy."

While sighing, Mamo was also grateful for the changes in the times. As early as the era when Mamo was active, due to the limited alchemy matrix technology, not much understanding of the secret source, and the poor ether concentration of the environment, the promotion ceremony was real.

Dangerous trial.

But things are different now. As the concentration of ether continues to rise, the alchemy matrix technology has made breakthrough progress. At the same time, scholars have become more and more in-depth in their research on the secret source, and they even say that they can easily glimpse the existence of the ether world.

The once mysterious promotion ceremony has long since faded away, and now it is more like an extraordinary implant surgery, getting rid of the unpredictable mystery and becoming more rational and technical.

Palmer didn't notice Mamo's emotion at all. He just wanted to leave this ghost place quickly, lest Mamo catch him for any research again.

After jumping off the high platform, Palmer put on his coat. As time went by, the discomfort receded little by little. At the same time, a full sense of strength surged in Palmer's body. This is the belt of the basekeeper.

The overall gains are coming, and Palmer is gradually forming his own field.

So fast...

Palmer sighed in his heart, remembering that a few years ago, his father Vonn was also a base keeper, and he actually caught up with him so quickly. Then Palmer looked back on the first few years of his work.

A rough calculation shows that Palmer and Burlogo have been working together for five or six years, as if time is just an illusion caused by errors in human cognition.

"I'm leaving first. If you need anything, let's talk about it later!"

Palmer greeted Mamo. He looked anxious, as if he was in a hurry to go to a date.

Leaving the garden, Palmer walked in a hurry through the dark corridors. Rather than the promotion ceremony, what really made Palmer feel tired was the various changes of authority and the division of blame after being promoted to the defender.

Looking at the workload that Bologna can put down a workaholic, you can imagine what kind of torture Palmer will endure, not to mention... not to mention the difficulties that Palmer will face next, which will be far away.

More than ever.

"Korgadir Empire, Beelzebub."

Just thinking of these ominous titles makes Palmer feel a splitting headache. In fact, over the years, Palmer has not had many face-to-face confrontations with the devil, but his partner, Boluogo, is almost inseparable from the devil.

As time passed, Palmer seemed to have developed a desensitization reaction to the devil. He felt that these abominations were no big deal. However, when Beelzebub came in person and extended his hand to Palmer, Palmer finally sobered up.

Realize that this doesn't feel the same at all.

After becoming a debtor, Palmer experienced a long period of peace. Now the peace is over, and the devil who stole his soul has come to visit.

Even without Bologg's privileges or the demands of various tasks, Palmer himself was pursuing power unknowingly.

The power to change one's own destiny.

Palmer's footsteps paused, and at the same time, the messy thoughts in his mind also came to an abrupt end. At some point, he had arrived in the logistics department and stood in front of the door of an office.

Looking around, if you forget the special nature of the Order Bureau, you will find that this place is no different from an ordinary company. Employees sit in separate workstations. There is a landline phone on everyone's desk, and they ring one after another.

The bells kept ringing, and the logistics staff held microphones and wrote down important messages on the pages.

In order to maintain close contact with many forces at all times, there are quite a few operators in the logistics department. In addition to the indispensable landline telephones, there are pipe openings under each work station for storing capsule cans.

The pneumatic logistics system conveys massive amounts of information to the decision-making room.

Due to the different levels of negotiating forces, the operators also have different levels. Some operators contact forces that are too special, and the Order Bureau has also equipped them with separate offices, such as the King's Secret Sword.

Although the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword have always been in a state of hostility, neither party has completely severed contact. They are still exchanging information, negotiating with each other, and exchanging interests to a certain extent.

Today's matter has nothing to do with the King's Secret Sword.

Palmer took a deep breath, moved his facial muscles so that he could show a perfect smile, firmly grasped the door handle, opened the door, and stepped inside.

The space in the office is not large, and the layout is very simple. There is a desk, a standard landline phone, transportation pipes... and a small cabinet filled with various exquisite dolls. Judging from their consistent shapes,

Due to the slight difference in color, Palmer concluded that this should be the newest collection series in the world.

"Yo! Vosilin!"

Palmer raised his hands and cheered, beaming with joy.

The promotion ceremony went smoothly, just like going out for a minimally invasive surgery. Although there was no real and tangible feeling of becoming a base defender, Palmer still wanted to share this joy with Vosilin first.

"Oh! Palmer!"

Just like the subtle tacit understanding between the two, Vosilin responded to Palmer with the same exaggerated tone.

After the cheers, Palmer stood there blankly, and Wosselin frowned, "What's wrong?"

"No...nothing."

There was an inexplicable feeling of embarrassment on Palmer's face.

Wosillin raised her hand and patted the table. Under the intimidation of her eyes, Palmer sat down opposite Wosillin obediently.

"What's going on with that look in your eyes?" Wosilin asked without raising her head.

"Uh... how should I put it? Previously, you and I greeted each other like this on the phone," Palmer scratched his head in embarrassment, "now it's a bit awkward to say hello face to face..."

"Are you a little shy?" Vosilin answered for Palmer first, "It's nothing. You just need to shout a few more times to get used to it."

As soon as she met Palmer, Wosselin seemed particularly strong. In a few words, she arranged everything for Palmer.

The office was quiet for a few seconds. Palmer looked at the busy Wo Xilin. The joy he felt before entering the door gradually dissipated. Sometimes Wo Xilin's strong sense of herself would give him a head-on blow.

.

Just as Palmer was gradually starting to think wildly, Vosilin suddenly stopped writing, raised her hands high, stretched her body backwards, then she opened the drawer, took out a gift box, and put it on the table.

"This is?"

"A gift for you," Vosilin smiled sweetly, "Congratulations on your promotion to Basekeeper. Why, isn't this why you came to me?"

Palmer took the gift box with both hands, looked at the gift box, and then at Woxi Lin. He blinked and the messy thoughts in his mind disappeared. His emotions first fell into a trough, and then were ignited and burned.

Lin controlled her emotions very skillfully, just like an outstanding film director, knowing what kind of emotions the audience should have in this clip.

Ruined.

Looking at Woxilin's smile, a sense of crisis so strong that it exploded ran rampant in Palmer's mind. He knew that it would be difficult for him to play with Woxilin in his life.
To be continued...