He started laughing, "We have a very long lifespan, so stories should be told slowly. Otherwise, if we spill everything in one breath, what are we going to do for the next few hundred years, lie on the bar table watching each other froth at the mouth?"
Bologue gulped down the orange juice, then stood up and prepared to leave.
"Don't worry, I won't report my conjectures here to the Order Bureau."
Hearing Bologue's reply, Serey sighed in relief. Over the years, Bologue was undoubtedly the most troublesome guy he had encountered, impossible to kill, and hard to persuade. If Bologue was convinced of something, Serey truly had no means to deal with him.
"Moreover..." Bologue glanced around the familiar bar once more, "I also think the Order Bureau has already guessed, guessed the nature of the Undying Club."
Serey's expression became tense.
"Otherwise, why would they allow you lunatics to stay in this city, which already has more than enough demons and monsters."
