"How did you come?"

Palmer heard from the doctor that Bologo was suffering from severe ether depletion and that he should sleep for a while.

Boluogo said, "I came as soon as I woke up. Is there any problem?"

"Is this a sign of resistance?"

Palmer never lacks for nonsense, "Well, you're just in time, the meeting is about to begin."

"Quiet."

Another voice came, it was Jeffrey. In the absence of Lebius, he took on all the responsibilities of the action team. Thanks to the fact that this team did not have many members, otherwise Jeffrey could not imagine how busy it would be.

Thinking of this, Jeffrey looked at Yas with some pity. His sixth group had quite a lot of people, and then there was the person who just walked in from the door and stood behind the podium.

Gold, one of the existing defenders of the Order Bureau and the leader of the tenth group.

At this moment, at least half of the field staff present in the stepped conference room were from Gauld's tenth group. It was hard to imagine how he managed this group of people.

Gold coughed a few times and told the report about yesterday's attack.

With the Order Bureau's work efficiency, it was not difficult to retrieve all the intelligence in this short period of time. After all, the attack itself was not that complicated.

The Army of the Speechless suddenly arrived, hindering the first negotiation, and a battle broke out. The Bureau of Order fought against the enemy with all its strength. In the end, all the Army of the Speechless were killed, and this extraordinary conflict came to an end.

The conflict ended well. When the fighting broke out, neither negotiating team entered the closed building. Red Dog was very restrained and did not make any extraordinary moves.

It can be said that this extraordinary conflict ended with minimal losses.

Gold's speech was very fast, and towards the end of the incident, Borogo realized that Gold had not mentioned Nathaniel.

Nathaniel also appeared in the closed building. He was the one who killed the Silent One at the Fortress level, but he did not appear in the report at all...

Bologg was about to raise his question, but as soon as the idea rose, Bologg suppressed it himself.

Could it be that Nathaniel has hidden his whereabouts? What is he going to do? And who is the person who controls the broken alchemy body?

Just as Bologg was immersed in a new round of thinking, Gold called out Bologg's name, and his voice lingered in the room and entered Bologg's mind.

Under Gold's shout, Boluogo stood up blankly, and at the same time many eyes fell on him.

"I didn't expect you to arrive. I thought you would stay in the border sanatorium for a few more days."

Gauld took a look at Boluogo. Apart from the work relationship, the two also had a good personal relationship due to the midnight journey, at least in Gold's view. As for Boluogo,

Since the reality-shattering incident was completely resolved, he has had almost no contact with Gold.

Sometimes Gold wonders if he is being too sentimental.

"Bologo Lazarus!"

Gold spread his hands and cheered, "The biggest hero in this extraordinary conflict!"

Bologna didn't understand what he was saying.

"Bologo single-handedly eliminated all the speechless people in the closed building, which to a great extent prevented the situation from developing into a worse direction."

Boluogo was completely stunned. He had indeed eliminated most of the Silent Ones, but that was not a real threat at all. On the contrary, their power was perfected only when there was only one person left in the Silent Legion.

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No...it's not perfect. Who knows how many speechless people there are in this world, and who knows what kind of power the only speechless person will gain when there is only one of them left in the true sense.

This is not Bolog's merit, but Nathaniel's.

"You need merit and glory to let others recognize you."

Bologo suddenly remembered what Nathaniel had said. He not only hid his whereabouts, but also put the credit on himself.

Just as he was about to explain, Bologo realized that he could not directly expose Nathaniel. Who knew what he was planning. During Bologg's hesitation, warm applause rang out and filled the conference room.

"That's awesome, partner."

Palmer tugged at Burlogo's tattered trousers, looking very happy.

The others kept cheering, but Bologg was livid at the awkward atmosphere. What was worse was that everyone was used to Bologg's indifferent look, and no one noticed anything unusual about him.

Boluogo's mind is very confused. It has been very confusing since he left the border sanatorium. His anxiety and many complicated events overlapped together. An ordinary person would probably be on the verge of madness.

After the cheers, Gold talked a lot about the upcoming arrangements. The meeting ended and the field staff dispersed on the spot.

Boluogo sat in his seat and took a long breath. He enjoyed the rare peace, but then the greetings dragged him back to the world.

"well done."

A field clerk passed by Bologo, greeted him in a friendly manner, and then tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Amazing!"

"I've heard about his name for a long time."

"He is worthy of being the Rookie of the Year!"

Say hello one after another, familiar or unfamiliar guys one after another.

Boluogo is not good at words, and he is not good at socializing. After being alone for a long time, he has some resistance to close physical contact. But these people have stupid faces and stupid smiles, as if they have not seen each other for a long time.

Like a friend, he praised Boluogo.

With his chest heaving, Bologo forced himself to smile reluctantly to cope with this unexpected social interaction.

Burlogo wanted to say that this was like a weird celebrity meeting, but when he thought about it, it was more like a ticket checkpoint. He was the unlucky ticket seller, reviewing these people's tickets and letting them leave them on his shoulders.

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This is too bad.

Fortunately, there were not many field staff present, and the uneasy forced social interaction was quickly over.

Boluogo could finally breathe a sigh of relief this time and had time to sort out his messy thoughts.

Another figure stood beside Boluogo. Boluogo became agitated, but he still forced himself to be friendly and raised his head. It was a familiar figure.

"How's your recovery going? Bologna."

Unlike many field staff who came to praise him, this visitor showed concern for Boluogo, which surprised him.

"Kan...Kamp?" Boluogo recognized this acquaintance and nodded, "I'm okay, nothing happened."

Boluogo looked down and saw that his feet had turned black due to stepping on them, "I'm just a little embarrassed."

Kemp smiled at this, said hello to Bologo, and left, but on the way away from Bologo, the thunderous applause just now sounded repeatedly in his mind, and every beat was like

It was like it was touching his heart, causing waves of pain.

"No, you shouldn't think that way, Kemp."

Kemp took a deep breath to correct his mentality, but he still couldn't help but clenched his fists, hoping that the name people just called was his.

The gap between the two is getting wider and wider until it is no longer possible.
Chapter completed!