The operation began faster than Belogo expected. The day after Belogo informed Palmer that he would join the suicide squad, Jeffrey's phone call woke Belogo up. There was an emergency. At dawn that day, Belogo had already taken the subway with Palmer in full arms.

In the armed subway exclusive to the Order Bureau, in the shaking carriage, there were only Bologo and Palmer. The atmosphere was a little quiet. Both of them were checking their weapons to ensure that they were at their peak.

Palmer first wiped his Storm Feather. This alchemy armed force from Von is currently Palmer's main weapon. The second is the revolver named Guanlei that has been following Palmer for a long time. In conjunction with this revolver, there are also expensive alchemy warheads.

In the past, in order to save money, Palmer would only bring a small amount of alchemy warheads on his body, but this time he seemed to empty his homeland, and the ammunition he carried was a deadly alchemy warhead.

In addition to these two conventional weapons, Palmer also had a new thing, a tourniquet that was placed on his wrist, but the tourniquet looked a little old and emitting an indelible smell, like blood mixed with disinfectant.

There is a dice pendant tied to the tourniquet.

Since his trip to Happy Park, Bologo has resisted things like dice, but Palmer doesn't like it.

"What punk decoration?" asked Bologo, knowing that Palmer likes such niche things.

"No, it's a contract," Palmer understates.

Bologordo took a look at Palmer.

"It was assigned by the Order Bureau. I saw this thing on the list very early, but I didn't have enough achievements to apply for it at that time. Later... I felt that there was no need to apply for it anymore, until now."

“What is its power?”

"It's very simple. Rolling dice will distort the reality based on the value you shake. The larger the value, the luckier it is, and the smaller the value, the more unlucky it is."

Palmer raised his hand and shook the dice in front of Bologo's eyes, "This thing is very suitable for my gift."

"Now you have become a complete gambler." Bologo did not express too much about Palmer and the contract, but simply said.

"We are all gamblers, gamblers who keep their heads on their waists, but no one admits it," Palmer whispered, "for the sake of so-called decency... as in the gangster movie, killing is killing people, pretending to be elegant, just a hypocritical tone."

Bologo felt that after experiencing this, Palmer grew a lot.

He whispered, “Either win or lose.”

"I will keep winning." Palmer said stubbornly.

"You will always lose all your money."

"The day I lost was my death period. I know very well... Everyone has a death period," Palmer covered his sleeves with a tourniquet and covered the dice. "But you, you won't die. Even if you lose, it's only temporary. You will always win back."

"But it's not a good feeling to lose," said Bologo nodded, "I wish we will keep winning."

The tremor in the car stopped, and the two arrived at their destination. The leisurely atmosphere completely disappeared, and they became completely tense.

Palmer unconsciously pressed his hand on the gun handle at his waist, keeping his spirits highly concentrated so that when an emergency occurs, he can pull out the revolver in time or pull out the flying knife.

The same is true for Bologo, pressing one hand on the hilt of the sword on his waist, and the other hand gently resting on the axe handle that poked out from behind.

The cold metal chill came from the resentment bite, and the strange warmth came from the wooden handle of the hand axe, as if a ball of fire was burning quietly, waiting for the blood to pour out.

The turbid air from the large fissures poured into the nose, and Bologo thought that thick blood would soon be added here.

A few minutes later, Bologo and Palmer arrived at the location of Huihe.

Bologo suspected that he had gone wrong.

The surroundings were filled with mist, and the rusty aerial corridor was looming. This place was a rotten and silent atmosphere, but a red carpet was actually laid on this desolate and muddy land.

One round table after another covered with white cloth was placed on the red carpet, with desserts, wine, and burning candlesticks on it.

Bologo suspected that he was not here to participate in the war, but to attend an open-air cocktail party.

Looking around, the others had already arrived here first, and Bologo and Palmer looked like they were late.

At the side of the open-air cocktail party, there were people who were out of place and ready to go. Bologo first saw Lebius and Jeffrey, and then Bologo saw a man wearing a thin red armor, smiling on his face, and holding a goblet in his hand.

Everyone looked like they were ready to fight, but he was obviously wearing armor and frivolous expression, but he seemed to be drunk. This was the banquet that belonged to him alone. This was also the first time Bologo saw this stranger, but the moment he saw the other person's back, Bologo knew the other person's identity.

The sixth seat red dog.

The red dog seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head and saw Bologo and Palmer. After looking at it, he raised his glass happily, "I remember these two faces. He is your team member, right?"

Lebius refused to respond.

Bologo knew the grudges between Lebius and the red dog. He did not expect Lebius to be able to maintain such a calm posture. But when he thought of Lebius's appearance when talking on the street, Bologo felt that the calmness of Lebius was a sign before the storm came.

The red dog had a disgusting smile on his face. He always looked like a rampant look, "Lebius, why are you so silent? Wouldn't you introduce me to me?"

"Red Dog, I don't want to smash your face here." Lebius said coldly.

"oh?"

The red dog held his hands in his chest, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, "I'm looking forward to it."

After saying that, he walked towards Bologo and Palmer, holding a wine glass with one hand and hanging in the air with the other, as if preparing to shake hands with the two.

His eyes swept across both faces, and soon he recognized their identities.

"You are Mr. Bologo Lazarus." The red dog reached out to Bologo to show his gratitude. "I heard that you will be the leader of the team after that. I hope we can cooperate happily."

Bologo did not reach out and looked at the red dog's eyes without any emotion. He knew that this would be a tricky opponent.

"Well, it seems that you are indeed a member of Lebius's team, and even have the same temperament."

The red dog looked at Palmer again. Instead of continuing to ask for trouble, he waved his arm and his voice rose and shouted to the people around him.

"Everyone, let's have a drink!"

The Red Dog walked on the red carpet. Bologo thought that the Red Dog was a person with an over-performing personality. The two of them imagined this, but Bologo's performance personality only appeared when executing the enemy.

Under the instruction of the Red Dog, the King Secret Sword held such a simple open-air cocktail party here to see off the next action, like the ritual before the battle of the knights in the old era.

The red dog stepped on the round table with one foot, and he maintained his balance, and the round table did not shake at all.

"Today we will kill those stupid traitors. Their fate is destined to be crushed by me!"

The Red Dog said as he pulled out the secret sword at his waist. His weapon attracted Bologo's attention more than the Red Dog.

It was a flame-shaped sword, the cold and hard metal had a dynamic feeling, like a flying flame.

But as if it was cursed, its original metal texture was dull, as if it had been stained with blood. The runes on the sword also lost their former glory and turned into gloomy and terrifying forms.

When Lebius saw the sword, his eyes trembled. He remembered the sword, the blade that cut his friend's throat.

The sword blade emits a cold anger, which makes people feel an ominous premonition in their hearts. Its patterns seem like endless blood vessels, suppressing the power of the curse in the sword body, emitting gloomy light at all times.

Bologo suspected that it was also a contract object. Compared with alchemy arms, although the contract object had a terrible price, it would also give it extremely strong power.

This flame-shaped sword was once a treasure that everyone admired, but now it has become a representative of malice and curse, and has become the fear in the hearts of righteous people and brave people.

The Red Dog continued his pre-war declaration, every voice was so harsh.

“Their betrayal has caused our anger and they will pay for what they have done.

They will be destroyed by our own hands, and like all betrayers, no one can escape judgment. Evil thoughts and dark forces form an inescapable net of hell, and they are firmly locked up!

Destroyed from ashes! Become a slave!

Spend the rest of your life in screaming and pain, be a warning to all traitors, crucified in the tower!”

The red dog's shout was deafening, and the other secret swords responded to him, drawing out the sword blades and lifted them up towards the sky.

In contrast, the field staff of the Order Bureau stood in place with a cold face, not infected by the atmosphere of the King's Secret Sword.

Bologo felt this difference, and he knew that this was the difference between the Order Bureau and the King's Secret Sword. The Order Bureau was more like a modern military company, while the King's Secret Sword still maintained the traditional knight culture, which can be seen from their outfits and weapons.

The sacred declaration was spread into the sea of ​​fog, and Palmer whispered, "Will this alert the snake?"

"The big rift has been completely blocked. If Shadow King was not a fool, he would definitely know what would happen," said Bologo. "This is not actually a raid, but a full-scale war... You understand now, why do I call us suicide squads?"

Palmer understood, but he was not afraid at all. He just touched the dice on his wrist and felt the coldness of the metal and the ups and downs of the patterns, as if this could make him feel at ease.

The red dog walked down the round table, and the other secret swords had already started drinking. They drank only half a cup, and then sprinkled the remaining half on the blade.

In the old days, the knights of the Kogadr Empire would sprinkle the remaining half glass of wine at the feet of the war horses. Now the sword blade has replaced the war horses and has become their indispensable companions.

As every field staff knows, the blade is not only their weapon, but also a symbol of identity.

"A very good declaration is enough to make everyone lose their minds and die for you." Lebius commented indifferently.

The red dog leaned aside and looked at the crowd preparing for the battle in front of him, he seemed to be enjoying the noise.

The eyes became blurred, and the red dog's expression was very indifferent, as if he saw everything around him, but it seemed that he didn't see anything.

"Honor, status, will bound by sad etiquette," the Red Dog replied, "I like these things, and just say some beautiful words can deceive people to death."

"But I like you more than these, the magic of your order," said the Red Dog in confusion. "You don't need any pre-war declarations, nor any honors or status, and promises of noble status to deceive these people to die... I'm curious why."

“Because it’s a job, a responsibility,” Lebius said, “you won’t understand.”

The red dog raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Lebius, you have changed a lot. I still remember how you roared at me. At that time, you were like a lion, but look at you now, is it time that erased your hatred? You are too calm, like a sinister poisonous snake."

"Some things are simpler and more complicated, and some people are more calm and more hidden." The red dog said proudly, as if showing off their wisdom.

He continued, "The people who are really dangerous are not those who pretend to be evil, but those who are silent."

Lebius said calmly, "Are you talking about me?"

The red dog still smiled faintly and said, "It's not that you are talking about you, it's just saying some truths."

"Then are you the one who pretends to be a ghost?" Lebius asked back.

"Maybe."
To be continued...