Endless Debt Chapter 1467 - 51: Fantasy Tree

The disaster caused by Bologue continues to impact the Land of Secrets. In the past, during such supernatural disasters, the Aurora Path would self-repair just like the Cultivation Room by infusing Ether into the structures, thereby under its protection, few attacks could cause such significant damage to the towering High Tower.

Unfortunately, most of the Aurora Path’s power is now bestowed upon the Defenders, Seekers of Glory, and a significant portion aimed at Nesanel, near the overlapping point with the Ethereal Realm.

Under a series of impacts, this gave Bologue the opportunity for wanton destruction, but under the watchful eyes of the Seekers of Glory, Bologue’s rampage couldn’t reach its full extent. He could only flee like a rat under the deadly thunder and fire.

"You sure made a big commotion."

"Couldn’t help it, to survive under the targeting of Seekers of Glory, some methods had to be used."

In the dark alley, Olivia, cloaked in a grayish garment, tossed two cloaks to Bologue during their conversation, signaling for them to wear them.

"But your methods are destroying the Land of Secrets, my homeland." There was a hint of anger in Olivia’s tone.

"I just toppled a few towers, in the future you can build something grander," Bologue responded indifferently, then he took the cloak and asked, "What is this?"

Grasping the cloak, Bologue could clearly feel the unusual material, likely some kind of special alchemical material. In material science, the All Secrets Order has significant research.

"Cloak of Concealment, interwoven with special Shielding Fabric, it can somewhat avoid the Aurora Path’s surveillance," Olivia explained.

"Surveillance by the Aurora Path? I knew it offered more than just power."

Swiftly, Bologue donned the cloak and hood, noticeably sensing his perception of the surrounding Ether was limited, and the Ether outside couldn’t easily probe him.

Palmer, ever cautious, was initially reluctant to wear the cloak, but a tremorous roar came from afar, with the blaring siren once again echoing throughout the city, as if an aerial squad was launching an air raid on the Land of Secrets.

Palmer hesitated for a few seconds, then compliantly wore the cloak, hoping that an air raid would indeed come and reduce this place to ruins.

Never mind, there is currently a Pure-blood Night Race hidden in Bologue’s shadow, and having another mole from the All Secrets Order isn’t surprising.

Palmer consoled himself, but shortly after finding some inner peace, he couldn’t hold back and muttered softly.

"Mad Duke? Olivia?" He pointed at the woman in front of him, then at Bologue, "She certainly is a mole planted by the Order Bureau!"

According to Palmer’s understanding of the rules, Bologue’s recent assault was no different than that of a terrorist. This renowned Mad Duke didn’t first chop off their heads to brag and request rewards, but instead helped them cover their actions... Palmer’s poor logic could only arrive at the conclusion of a mole.

"A mole? I’m not a mole."

Although they had different ideologies, Olivia strongly identified with the All Secrets Order and protested against this term.

"I just have a different ideology from that group," she said, glancing at the direction of the rising smoke, "so I chose to cooperate with the Order Bureau."

The rolling smoke continuously rose, resembling a towering pillar, almost splitting the city in two. The Aurora Path couldn’t handle these disasters for now, but the Condensers should be in position, and just as Olivia expected, before she could look away, the spread of the smoke was controlled, as if a gust of wind swept through, dissipating everything.

The advantage of having all members as Condensers is this: no matter what unexpected event occurs, there are always plenty of Condensers ready to take action immediately.

"What exactly is going on?"

Bologue asked his question once more, and it was apparent that his patience had hit rock bottom. Clenching his Wrathful Fang, with transparent fluid dripping from the unsheathed blade, no one knew if Bologue’s next strike would split the path or slice through flesh.

"I don’t know," Olivia candidly shook her head, "I’m just as clueless as you."

Bologue was silent for a moment, then said, "Continue."

"Last night, the Ancestral Council suddenly issued instructions to me and my father, Order Officer Fabien, ordering us to hand over our work to the other three Dukes," Olivia guided Bologue through the alley, saying, "From tomorrow, all diplomatic work will be handled by them."

"This is too sudden," Bologue said.

"Yes, too sudden, removing me and my father clearly aims to eliminate our faction’s power to prevent interference in their upcoming actions," Olivia added, "I’ve told you before, the Truth Faction we belong to is not welcomed."

"So, they decided last night to act against us today," Bologue murmured, "they could have done it more perfectly; something must have happened that changed their minds, forcing them to decide."

"Night Race."

Olivia’s voice echoed in Bologue’s mind.

"You are the public enemies of the whole city now; you can’t stay at the High Tower. I’ll take you to the Wasteland District, where The Imperfect will protect you. As for subsequent actions, do as you please."