In that transaction, Bologue lost part of his soul and became the debtor he is today.
To this day, he still doesn't understand what kind of price he paid. Was it really only that part of his soul? Or are there more costs that he has forgotten?
Bologue shivered, the feeling was really terrible. He didn't even know what kind of "debt" he bore, only that his soul was missing.
As for why he came into this world, that was an even more unreachable mystery.
"So what is the result?"
Bologue picked up the folding knife and began to play with it casually.
This weapon is interesting. When not unfolded, it's a long metal handle. With the rotation of the mechanical structure, the metal cover on one side pops up, followed by the second section of the "blade" springing out like a switchblade, the first section's cover resets to become the "handle," and then the third section of the sharp "blade" slides out from the second section of the "blade".
The cold metal extended section by section, placed in front, carrying a heavy intent to kill.
Bologue sighed; waiting is always nerve-racking.
...
As night fell, Geoffrey stood on the rooftop, from where he could see the building next door, which was where Bologue lived.
The ruined building, with moss and vines growing on the outer walls, mostly crumbled and broken, revealing the red bricks beneath.
"Whether Bologue Lazarus will be employed depends on the result of tonight's assessment."
A voice came from behind Geoffrey, as a tall, thin man walked up slowly and stood with Geoffrey, looking at the solitary building under the night.
"I don't think he'll pass the assessment, Geoffrey," the man said.
"Why? Just because he's a debtor? Yas," Geoffrey looked at Yas and asked puzzledly, "I remember I mentioned to you over the phone how exceptional he is."
"I know, but being exceptional is one thing, and his status is another... I've never agreed with the idea of hiring a debtor," Yas said unhappily.
Geoffrey said nothing. As old colleagues, he could understand Yas's aversion to debtors, or rather, to anything related to the devil.
"But we indeed need such people, people who defy common sense," Geoffrey said earnestly.
Yas did not argue further, or rather, having come this far, arguing was pointless, it was only necessary to wait for the outcome.
"The 'Cultivation Room' has completely covered it, and now the building is part of the 'Cultivation Room.' Next, we'll see what Lebius wants to test... Honestly, I dislike Lebius more than I dislike debtors," Yas said.
"Damn Lebius."
Geoffrey cursed as well, but that's all he could do, for if all this was done by that "Lebius," he had no power to interfere.
"Alright, let's quietly watch the performance together."
Yas said while putting an arm around Geoffrey's shoulder, speaking casually.
"I bet three hundred Weng Coins that he'll die in this assessment, that strange self-healing ability won't save him."
Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Geoffrey's eyes. He raised his head slowly, the pressure on his face vanished into thin air.
"I'll bet with you, but I bet he'll kill all the obstructing guys and pass the assessment."
"Hmm? Why are you so confident in that guy?"
Why so confident?
A smile appeared on Geoffrey's face, and he asked back.
"Do you know what Bologue's 'Blessing' is?"
"Self-healing..."
Halfway through Yas's words, he stopped, realizing the problem.
He never knew what Bologue's 'Blessing' was, he only assumed it was "self-healing" from the report.
Seeing his reaction, Geoffrey was very satisfied, "Also, for us, 'intelligence' is the most important thing. Even you don't have the authority to view Bologue's files, do you?"
"What is his 'Blessing'?" Yas seemed somewhat anxious.
Geoffrey remained silent, revealing a playful look in his eyes.
"However, even without the so-called 'Blessing,' I still think he can pass the assessment," Geoffrey said, recalling a scene from not long ago in his mind.
It was something that happened shortly after Adelle's death.
Geoffrey suddenly received notification that the debtor under his supervision had gone out of control.
At that time, Geoffrey was already prepared to incapacitate Bologue and take him back to the Black Prison, but when he arrived at the scene of the outburst, it was all over.
The large warehouse was filled with shattered corpses, and a few unfortunate ones were hanged from the beams, their deaths tragic, apparently having suffered greatly before dying.
Geoffrey found Bologue in the corner of the warehouse. He was already a man of blood. Nobody knew what kind of battle he had experienced, but you could tell he was very tired, even his self-healing speed had slowed, as if he truly was going to die.
"Here."
Seeing Geoffrey, Bologue looked very happy. His white teeth paired with his blood-stained face gave an indescribable comical impression.
He raised his hand and handed Geoffrey a piece of paper.
The text on the list was crooked, filled with pain and despair, the bloodstains soaked into the black words, light yet heavy.
The list, the demons' list.
Bologue used knife and blood to pry out the list from the mouths of these villains, each name was a potential Demon, they were involved in the smuggling of Philosopher's Stone.