Chapter 910 Extraordinary Class

"Come to think of it, this is why I don't like living in the reclamation room."

Palmer looked at the staff coming and going in the court room. Everyone was vigorous and serious, as if they were carrying some important mission. He looked up and saw that it was one o'clock in the morning.

"Does it feel like sleeping in the company?" asked Blogo on the side.

"Almost. To put it more bluntly, it's like sleeping under the workstation. If someone calls you, you have to get up immediately." Palmer was full of complaints.

"It wasn't so busy before, but now it's an extraordinary period. There's nothing we can do about it if we have more work."

The voice came from behind the two of them. Blogo turned around and saw Hart in pajamas. He was holding a bucket of French fries in his hand and eating while walking.

Palmer asked, "Midnight snack?"

"Want some?"

Palmer was not polite. He reached out and grabbed a handful, then leaned against the wall, snapping and watching the busy staff in the court room.

"Wait a minute, Hart."

Palmer suddenly realized something and turned his head to look at Hart again, "Why are you wearing pajamas?"

"Why can't I wear pajamas?"

Palmer thought for a while, "Don't you already have a layer of fur? Then aren't you wearing pajamas on pajamas now?"

"Huh? What are you thinking about?" Hart retorted, "Then if I don't wear pajamas, won't I be naked?"

"But you have a layer of fur?"

"Huh?"

Berogo listened to the boring and somewhat stupid argument between the two, and for a moment he felt an inexplicable feeling of tiredness, and didn't know whether to sigh at their naivety or to remember their original intentions.

"Extraordinary period? Has the Order Bureau declared a state of emergency?" Berogo interrupted.

"Almost, but it has not been officially released yet." Hart swallowed the fries at the corner of his mouth and became serious. "All strongholds and outposts in the Rhine Alliance have entered a state of martial law. The extraordinary families closely connected with the Order Bureau are also cooperating with the Order Bureau's actions. The loose alliance is being pieced together again." "The Night Clan roaming in the country are being wiped out little by little, but no matter how hard we try, there is always a small part that cannot be eradicated." Bolog noticed this and asked, "Did you find anything?" "Well...how should I put it, although the Order Bureau has now united the extraordinary forces in the country, there is a part that does not belong to us and does not obey our orders." Hart's expression became serious, "This is a historical legacy of ours. It has not been fully resolved since the Scorched Earth Rage, and it has been delayed until now." As the heir of the Clerks family, Palmer asked sharply, "The Secret Group?" Hart nodded affirmatively, "Yes." The Secret Group. For Blogo, this is a force that is both strange and familiar. He often learns about their existence from other people's conversations, but in his daily work, Blogo has never had any contact with the Secret Group.

The existence of the Secret Group can be traced back to the Scorched Earth Rage period. In order to fight against the pressing Kogadel Empire, the countries in the north united together to form the closely connected Rhine Alliance. Together with them, the extraordinary forces in the country also united, and everyone formed the prototype of the Order Bureau.

But not everyone will choose to unite. Some of the extraordinary forces refused to join the Order Bureau, and the Order Bureau did not force them to intervene by force. After a long negotiation, they were allowed to have a high degree of autonomy in their own territory.

In the days that followed, the outline of the Order Bureau gradually became clear, and it became a huge thing that could fight against the King's Secret Sword. Perhaps because they felt that their own existence was dangerous, these independent forces came together to form the Secret Group hidden in the world, which was also the only extraordinary force in the Rhine Alliance that was not controlled by the Order Bureau.

"They are a true hermit clan. No matter how the world changes, they choose to stay in their own little world, motionless, like spectators of the world, and participants like us."

Palmer talked about his concerns, "If they continue to remain silent and live in peace, that's fine, but I'm afraid they have other ideas."

Berogo didn't answer immediately, "What do you mean?"

"We suspect that the activeness of the Night Clan in the country may be related to the Secret Group," Hart confessed, "Otherwise, under our strict control, where can these endless Night Clan come from and who will protect them?"

Berogo realized the seriousness of the situation, "This is a very serious accusation."

"So before we get decisive evidence, we still remain restrained." Hart said.

Berogo thought, "The Secret Group is colluding with the Night Clan? Do you think this is possible?"

Hart did not answer, but looked at Palmer and asked him to explain the problem.

Palmer coughed twice and said seriously, "Berogo, in your opinion, are the condensers different from mortals?"

Berogo shook his head at this sudden question, "In my opinion, the condensers are just a special type of soldiers evolved from mortals, a handy tool."

"Very good, everyone in the Order Bureau basically thinks so. We are human beings, not some kind of noble existence above humans. In other words, everyone is equal."

Palmer stuffed another French fry into his mouth. He was like a hyperactive person and couldn't stop at all.

"I have dealt with the Secrets several times. They are a group of extremely arrogant guys. They are proud of being condensers and think they are more noble than humans."

"Like another form of the Night Clan?" Blog quickly realized the key.

"Almost. They are radicals among the condensers. They believe that condensers should not hide under the mortal world, but stand in the sun openly. Relying on extraordinary power, condensers can create a greater new era."

Palmer's voice sank, "But we all know that resources are limited. Not everyone can become a condenser. So what about ordinary people?"

"This is the contradiction between the Order Bureau and the Secrets. Everyone has different basic concepts, but they are all in the Rhine Alliance, which puts them together abruptly," Hart added, "We have disliked each other for many years, but have always been at peace. However, with the recent developments, many hidden contradictions have emerged and become more acute."

Blog did not speak. He recalled the various plans he had thought of before.

Close the Gate of Origin, prevent the etheric world from merging with the material world, and completely exile the devil.

This is indeed a good plan, but the resistance to implementing this plan will be much greater than Blogo imagined, which means completely cutting off the extraordinary.

Once this plan has any possibility, once it is known by others, all the condensers who rely on the ether will regard Blogo as an undying enemy.

The devil only plunders souls and brings continuous turmoil to this world, but cutting off the extraordinary means returning these existences that are high above and beyond mortals to ordinary people.

No one can tolerate the possibility of cutting off the extraordinary... Not even Blogo himself.

Everyone in the Undead Club, himself, and Amy.

Everyone is a vested interest group that relies on the ether, and cutting off the extraordinary is tantamount to killing everyone.

"Do you think the Secret Group will be our enemy?" Palmer asked.

"I don't know," Blog shook his head and added, "but I know that if we want to unite all the forces, we must first quiet down those opposing voices."

"Don't worry, this is not something we should worry about. Let the guys above worry about it slowly." Hart comforted.

Blog took a long breath. This was indeed not something he should worry about. He was good at swords, not strategies.

Palmer grabbed another handful of fries from Hart's bucket, and then shouted to the two, "Good night!"

"Good night."

"Good night."

After saying goodbye to each other, Palmer disappeared at the end of the corridor. Blog glanced at Hart and saw that he had no intention of going back to sleep, so he asked.

"Are you on duty tonight? Why don't you go back?"

"I'm going to Freya's place," Hart spread his hands helplessly, "It feels like taking care of a child."

"Is it overtime?"

"It is overtime."

"That's not bad."

The two smiled at each other, Hart waved to Bologo, and disappeared through the courtyard. Bologo stood there for a while, turned his head and walked towards his room.

Due to the ductility of the reclamation room, the staff dormitory is not as closed as imagined, but very spacious. They arranged a standard single room for Bologo, with all the daily necessities needed, even Bologo's uniforms were prepared, opened the refrigerator, and even reserved a bottle of orange juice for Bologo.

Bologo's hobbies are not complicated, and it is easy to please him with a little effort.

Seeing this, Bologo couldn't help but smile, and then fell on the bed. Usually Bologo could fall asleep easily, but this time, no matter how he closed his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep completely.

Maybe it was because of the change of sleeping environment, or maybe it was because too many things happened today, one after another, making people completely numb.

Or maybe it was...

"The Secret Group."

Berogo whispered a slightly unfamiliar word. After the explanation of others, Berogo had a general understanding of this mysterious existence.

What the Secret Group wanted was a brand new class, beyond power and wealth, beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

An extraordinary class.

If the Night Clan wanted to create an eternal and immortal Evernight Empire without sunrise, then these radical Secret Groups, what they desire is the gap between gods and humans.

"Like a hateful reincarnation, the Condensers defeated the Night Clan, but after the victory, the Condensers became the new Night Clan."

Berogo thought and fell asleep drowsily.