Boluogo picked up the key and walked out of the room. He decided that if he wanted to move in the future, he would find a way to get a TV or something.

After leaving the building, the gray and dim light fell, and the sky was still familiarly gloomy.

"Speaking of which, how is Jeffrey's progress? Has Norm spoken?"

Boluogo said to himself that the Bureau of Order was really far away from his home. It often took four hours to go back and forth. If there was no need, he really didn't bother to go there.

"Yo! Bologo!"

The shouting sounded, and Boluogo looked in the direction of the sound suspiciously. He had few friends and couldn't figure out who was calling him.

The iron fence at the street corner was pulled open, and an old face poked out from the shadow behind the small window, waving to Bologg.

"Boluogo, is it a day off today? It's rare to see you during the day."

The old man looked surprised. In his memory, Boluogo appeared only a few times during the day.

"Yeah, it's a rest."

Boluogo walked to the iron fence and chatted with Vincent.

The friendship between Boluogo and Vincent is also wonderful. During the one-year internship, Boluogo spent most of his time tracking and hunting demons. This kind of thing obviously cannot be carried out smoothly during the day, so Boluogo

Ge usually sleeps during the day and goes out to work at night.

He often worked until late at night. When he stayed at Adele's house, Adele would prepare some midnight snacks for him and put them on the table. But after moving out of her house, no one cooked for Boluogo, and Boluogo himself also

Without the energy to do it, it became difficult to find food late at night, until he discovered Vincent, a small shop that was open late at night.

After many visits, Boluogo and Vincent became familiar with each other and could be considered old customers.

"You seem to be in a good mood. What, did something good happen?"

Vincent looked at Boluogo and could clearly feel that Boluogo's mental state had improved a lot.

"Probably... I have found a job, a stable and long-term job, and the salary is not bad." Boluogo answered.

Compared with many companies in Opos, the treatment of the Order Bureau is really good. It not only takes care of food, but also takes care of funerals. This sounds very considerate.

"Oh? That's not bad. Although Opos is a ghost place full of wealth, there are also an endless stream of foreigners who come here to prospect for gold. There are still only a few who can make money and live a stable life. As for being able to work in the city

There are very few people who have such a place in buying a house in the center.”

Vincent rambled on. This old guy seemed to have experienced a lot when he was young. Memories of the past flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a minute, you're not going to work in the Great Rift, are you?"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear, and he stared at Boluogo.

"No, no, I can't stand that place."

Boluogo lied, but actually he didn't think it was a lie. He worked for the Bureau of Order and just needed to go to the Great Rift for business trips from time to time.

"That's good."

Hearing Boluogo's answer, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, then coughed hard and warned Boluogo.

"My lungs were injured while working in the Great Rift. I resigned early. It is said that all the old guys who were my contemporaries eventually died in the hospital... from respiratory failure.

"

Vincent's voice gradually lost all emotion, becoming monotonous and indifferent.

"They said it felt like drowning until they couldn't breathe and suffocated to death."

Looking at Boluogo again, Vincent laughed and said.

"Don't take it too seriously, remember to work hard. Even though this place is terrible, you still have to work hard to live."

"Well, bye, Vincent, see you tomorrow."
Chapter completed!