Chapter 914 The Product of Romantic Happiness

Since moving into the Order Bureau, the biggest disadvantage that Blogo felt was that there were fewer entertainment programs. In that serious atmosphere, not everyone could put down their duties and laugh heartlessly.

This was true even for people like Blogo who didn't have much desire for entertainment.

For this reason, when night fell and Blogo opened the door of the Undead Club, he found that many familiar faces appeared in front of him, and everyone came here without any prior agreement.

"Hey! Blogo."

"Good evening, Blogo."

Greetings came one after another, and Blogo greeted old friends one by one, including Hart, Kemp, Shelley, and Palmer. Except for Amy and Bailey, everyone was basically here. Recently, due to the work in the garden, Amy and the others could not get away.

However, among these people, the one who surprised Blogo the most was a figure he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Oh, Church is here too?"

Blogo sat opposite Church, with an unstoppable surprise on his face.

Since the Decline and Fall, Blogo hadn't seen Church for a while. He was either busy with infiltration work or in Afia's flower shop. Although he couldn't see him, it was gratifying to hear that Church was doing well recently.

"Blogo."

Church nodded to Blogo, "Long time no see."

"It's been a while," Blogo asked, "How are you doing recently?"

With the expansion of his social circle, Blogo is no longer the taciturn and cold guy he used to be. He would chat with his friends about his recent situation and complain about all the troubles in life.

"Not bad, um... I should say it's very good."

Church restrained himself for a while, but his face still overflowed with an unstoppable smile.

Blogo asked, "Oh, what happened?"

"I plan to get engaged to Afia."

"Um... um?"

Blogo listened with a smile at first, and then the whole person seemed to have heard some shocking news, and he was directly stagnant in place.

At the same time, the whole club fell silent. Everyone turned their eyes to Church. After a crackling sound, they moved the tables and chairs away and surrounded Church, like interrogating a prisoner or watching some rare species.

Among them, Palmer was the most excessive. He put one hand around Church's neck, seemingly intimate, but actually ready to strangle Church's neck at any time.

"How can you live so well? I don't understand!" Palmer muttered in Church's ear.

"What's the matter? Didn't you get engaged many years ago?" Church asked vaguely.

Palmer was stunned for a moment, then emphasized, "This is different!"

"How is this different!"

"In short, it's different!"

When seeing that brothers are living better than themselves, people often become too crazy.

"What's going on?"

Wei'er jumped onto the table and looked at Church with cat's eyes. Even though she didn't have much contact with Church, Wei'er and Church were familiar with each other over the years, and naturally knew Church's special ability to walk in narrow spaces.

What's more, Wei'er seems to be very curious about everyone's emotional problems.

"It's literally, we're engaged, there's no twists and turns in the plot, and there's no emotional dispute," Church said, "Afia and I have known each other for a long time, right?"

Knowing each other for a long time...

This sentence sounded unreal and trance-like to Bologo. It seemed to him that time had not passed for a long time, as if he had just been released from prison yesterday.

No, it's not short, it's been a very long time.

When Bologo was still an intern, Church knew Afia. Several years have passed, and everyone has moved forward with the passage of time, but Bologo still feels that he is standing still because of the unique sense of time of the undead.

"It's a natural thing."

Church continued to share his happiness, "It happened a few days ago. I just finished an operation and went to visit Afia in the flower shop. While chatting with her, we talked about marriage. We discussed possible life in the future, what to do, where to settle down..."

His eyes were a little wandering, as if he had returned to that scene again.

"I was very happy discussing with her, and even simulated a wonderful life... I suddenly felt that it was a good time, so I picked a flower and gave it to her."

"Wow..."

Everyone expressed envy and the lingering sound of beautiful visions.

"She agreed on a whim?" Palmer said in a discordant voice, "Did she say afterwards that the flower she picked was considered as your purchase?"

Palmer shattered the beautiful atmosphere in a simple and straightforward way, and then Church added the final blow.

"Yes."

Church smiled helplessly, "It's just a joke, I made the flower into a specimen and put it in her flower shop."

"It's great..." Hart sighed, and then asked Palmer, "Why is hers so beautiful, and yours is so weird."

"Think about it carefully, are you sure Church's emotional experience is not weird?" Palmer asked back.

After thinking about it, Church didn't seem to be very normal. His memory was constantly being cleaned, but he fell in love with the same person again and again, which sounded both romantic and bumpy.

Shelley asked quietly, "Don't you have a normal emotional experience?"

You look at me, I look at you, everyone turns their attention to Burlogo. Apart from Palmer and Church, Burlogo is the only person present who has an emotional connection.

After sizing up Boluogo for a few times, everyone looked away. After all, Boluogo was nowhere to be seen.

"There is no ordinary and normal development of feelings and emotions from the beginning. It seems that no matter who you are, you have to go through some storms." Palmer analyzed.

Just as a few people were chatting endlessly, talking about the emotions that make people love and hate, a low sound of footsteps sounded from the stairwell.

Everyone turned their attention to the stairs and saw a drunk and extremely embarrassed figure crawling out.

Her long blond hair was spread out in random directions, hanging from the wine and sticking to her wet body. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept for several days and nights.

Today, Serei looks so downcast. Although he has some brain problems, he still maintains his dignity even when he is pole dancing.

But now he looked like a homeless man, even wearing only underwear.

After glancing at everyone, Serei turned around and got into the bar, opened the bottle cap, took the bottle and started drinking.

The alcohol poured into his throat continuously, accumulated in his intestines and stomach, and after a violent squirming, he spit it out in one breath.

Listening to the vivid sound of vomiting, everyone couldn't help but frown.

"what happened to him?"

Boluoge felt something was wrong with Sere's state and whispered to Weier.

"He's been like this for a while. He must have been dreaming about the bad things he did. He couldn't sleep or eat well, so he had to use alcohol to numb himself."

Wei'er obviously wanted to know a lot about Sere's past.

"What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? Does he really care about what's wrong with him?" Palmer whispered.

In everyone's eyes, Serei has always been a representative of heartlessness. There seems to be no worries in his life, there are just banquets waiting for him to attend.

Sere crawled out of the vomit and opened another bottle of wine. He seemed to be drinking heavily, or washing his face with wine. He threw the bottle aside. He lay half-dead on the bar and barely raised his head. .

"What were you talking about just now?"

Palmer secretly said in his heart, "It's over, he heard it."

"What marriage?"

Sere's next words dispelled Palmer's worries.

"Is someone getting married?"

Sere stood up straight and leaned against the wall. His eyes swept over the faces. When he fell on Bologe, he just ignored them. Sere didn't think that Bologe could get married. thing, not to mention that he is an immortal like himself.

"Well...this is not a good thing."

Sere muttered as he walked out from behind the bar, "You will no longer be free. Your destiny is completely bound by another person. You have to share everything with each other. Even if the other person passes away, this shackles will not dissipate until it is over." Follow you to death."

"It sounds like you feel like marriage is some kind of curse," Bologeau said.

"To be precise, it's a gift."

Sere showed a playful smile to Boluogo, "Whatever you gain, you lose."

"Then you should have gained a lot, and lost a lot," Boluogo added, "After all, you have so many wives."

Sere said, "It's okay."

"That's right," Boluogo nodded and confirmed, "Anyway, it's just a formal marriage. You don't love them."

Since Olivia's incident, the relationship between Bologg and Sere has become acute. Bologg hopes that the Night Clan lord can stand up, make up for the mistakes he made back then, and take responsibility. But Sere only wanted to die in the Undead Club and was not interested in anything else.

"You can't speak so absolutely, Boluogo," Sere explained without being angry, "There is one person to whom I have given my sincerity."

"Then what?"

"Then she betrayed me and chose to walk out into the sunshine and turn into ashes, leaving me alone to enjoy eternal loneliness."

Sere rarely revealed his emotions. Maybe the alcohol really paralyzed his mind, or maybe his sanity was really in danger.

Boluogo commented coldly, "Not bad revenge, for you."

Serei was still not angry, but smiled and nodded, asking himself and answering, "That's right. I have done so many evil things, and I'd be damned if I could be rewarded with good."

"Who!"

Serei suddenly said loudly.

After hesitating for a moment, Church slowly raised his hand, pulling Palmer along with him.

Sere raised his glass to the two of them, "Congratulations to you two!"

"Did he understand correctly?"

"I guess not."

Church and Palmer were whispering, while Burlogo walked to the bar and sat next to the drunk Serre.

"What's wrong? Boluogo, are you going to ridicule me again? You know it's useless." Sere lay on the bar and said without raising his head.

"Of course I know that words are useless for people like you who have no shame." Boluogo sat up straight, completely different from Sere who was like mud. "I just want to tell you that I am ready to be promoted to defense." ”

"Oh? Not bad."

"Then I will step into the battlefield to deal with the Night Clan's affairs, drag them out of the shadows, expose them to the sun, and burn them all to ashes." Boluogo said expressionlessly.

"Yeah, yeah, it's best to execute at noon. The sun at noon is the hottest. Some Night Clan with low bloodline will be burned to ashes in a few seconds." Sere is an expert in executing Night Clan.

This time Boluogo was silent for a while, and after a long time he spoke again, "Sere, what's wrong with you?"

"Me? I'm very good."

Sere forced an ugly smile, "It's just periodic anxiety. It will be gone in a few days. This is a common problem among the undead. After all, we have to live for so long."

Boluogo asked in an extremely serious tone, "No, you know that's not what I want to ask."

This time, Serei was silent. His eyes became clear as fast as the naked eye could see. For a Night Tribe lord, it was extremely easy to break free from the shackles of alcohol.

"I'm just bearing the price, Boluogo. Immortality is not a gift, but a curse. A long life will wipe out all your emotions. Nothing is precious anymore, and nothing can touch your heartstrings anymore." ”

Sere said what he had said to Boluogo before, "I envy you, you are still young."

Obviously, this conversation ended on bad terms again.

Sere was slumped on the bar, as if he had died of sleep. Bode stood aside, cleaning up the water stains and vomit on the ground. Weier chatted with the others, tortured Church, and questioned him and Affi. Ya's story, and then they sighed, never expecting that Church, who seemed the least likely to connect with other people, would walk faster than everyone else.

Near midnight, everyone left the Immortal Club. It was an extraordinary period recently. Everyone had work to do, and no one could indulge wantonly.

Before leaving, Boluogo took a look at Sere's desolate back and left without saying a word.

"What do you think happened to Sere?" Palmer and Bologo walked side by side.

"It's nothing, it's just that his nature is hard to change," Bologo said.

"What's your nature? A swinger brother?"

"No, you're a coward."

Boluogo's voice was stern, "A coward who dares not face his own destiny."

The carnival dispersed, and the Undead Club became quiet again. Sere stood up unsteadily. As the Night Clan became active again, many bad memories were recalled by Sere, but what was worse than these was, Memories of Elsa.

Every night when Sere closes his eyes, he can see Aisha's figure, see her smiling at him, reaching out to him...

The memories tortured Sere and made him suffer.

In pain, he remembered what someone who once loved him said, "Time will make our relationship deteriorate, love will turn into hatred, and we will hate each other."

For a moment, Sere felt that he hated Elsa, hated why he fell in love with her, why he loved her so much, and even more hated why she had to die alone, leaving Sere alone to suffer the pain of memories.

After the hatred, there was a huge fear. Serei couldn't believe that he would actually hate the only person in his life who had given his sincerity.

Sere's stomach churns, like a strange habit. He likes to vomit, as if it can vomit out his rotten inside. But this time, as soon as he bent down, Bode stopped him.

"Go out and throw up."

Bode had had enough of cleaning up Sere's vomit.

Sere was kicked out of the Undead Club. He sat on the steps and looked at the deserted street. He pondered for a while, but found that he couldn't spit it out at all.

The cool evening breeze made Serei wake up a little. He leaned back and leaned on the steps, trying to think about something, but in the end it was a waste of time.

When Sere thought about having to maintain this pale thought of immortality for the rest of his long life, he felt a burst of despair, and then this despair was replaced by nothingness.

The sound of weak footsteps interrupted Sere's thoughts. He turned his head and saw the figure in the shadow of the alley.

"long time no see."

Serei glanced at the shadow, said something lightly, and then moved his gaze back to the night sky, looking up at the bright moonlight.

Suddenly, Sere smiled.

"what are you laughing at?"

Olivia stepped out of the shadows. She still couldn't understand her moody father, just like she couldn't understand why he would destroy the Night Clan.

"I'm laughing. I've obviously lived for so long, but I don't seem to have raised my head and looked up at the moon that many times."

Serei said slowly, "I'm laughing again. Everything from that year has disappeared, but the moon is still there. It still remembers me and the person who looked at the moon with me."

His voice deepened, and his eyes flashed with scarlet color, "You have been wandering around the Undead Club for a while. What are you going to do? Are you disobeying the royal court?"

Olivia stopped, and what appeared in front of her in an instant was no longer a drunkard, but a night clan lord hiding in the night. The pressure from her bloodline suppressed her from all aspects, leading her to To feel pure oppression.

"No."

Olivia denied, "That was the trouble I caused, and I won't involve you."

She said and glanced at the Undead Club again. She knew the rules of escape here.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I just want to see you, so as not to lose sight of you again and feel regretful," Olivia said.

"What's so good about me," Sere said nonchalantly, "You never liked me as a father. Why, these years of experience have made you change your opinion of me?"

"How is that possible, Sere, you are a complete bastard, this is an indisputable fact."

Olivia said, looking up at the moon, and murmured, "But you are just like the moon. The moon is an unchanging bond that reminds you of your mother, and you are also a bond to me. I thought of her again."

"link……"

The bright moonlight filled Sere's eyes, and he felt an inexplicable peace in his heart.

"profound……"

Sere wanted to say something more, but when he looked into the shadows, he found that Olivia had disappeared.

She left.

Sere could feel that the blood connection was getting thinner and thinner, until she completely disappeared from his perception, leaving Sere alone again.

"I've always felt that you should be more cheerful." The shadow behind him began to squirm, and a black cat came out.

"Am I still not cheerful?" Sere asked, "A famous pole dancer from Oath City Opos."

Wei'er tried hard to forget Sere's terrible name, "I mean the inner part."

"..."

"Don't you even have the courage to confess your heart to your daughter?" Weier couldn't believe it and could only sigh, "The Villeless family are really a bunch of cowards, and your daughter is not as brave as your child. ”

Sere's voice was hesitant, "I'm just not ready yet...I haven't even thought about what to say."

"Weier, actually I never thought that I would have descendants. In other words, in my original destiny, Olivia should not exist."

Maybe it was because the mood was just right, or maybe Sere had a little courage, and he continued, "But one day, Elsa suddenly said that she wanted to have a child with me. You know, it was difficult for me to refuse her request, so O Livia was born.

In my mind, Olivia was just the product of a happy romance in Elsa and I's life. "

"You don't love your child?"

"I don't know, maybe," Sere said quietly, "Aisha said that Olivia was the link she gave me, connecting me to the whole world."

"At that time I didn't understand what she meant."

Sere laughed at himself, "I can't understand it now."