Endless Debt Chapter 737 - 217 Dawn

Ewen’s mood at the moment was somewhat subtle, no... subtle was no longer enough to describe it.

To pursue knowledge of the Extraordinary World, Ewen had spent decades and paid a huge price, hovering between life and death countless times, before he touched these secret and bloody pieces of knowledge.

In Ewen’s view, the Extraordinary World should be cruel and bloody, where everyone is a cold and efficient expert, deciding the fate of demons with a swift stroke, and fighting against hostile Condensers until the end of the world.

Order and chaos intertwined continuously, with eternal conflicts.

The more he understood all this, the more Ewen felt awe for it all. He did everything he could to keep a safe distance from these dangerous matters, but in the end, Ewen still failed and got caught up in the turmoil on the Paradise, an experience that was unforgettable. Just thinking about how such incidents were a commonplace in the Extraordinary World made Ewen lament even more about the madness of this world.

After finally ushering in a short-lived tranquility, Ewen did a lot of psychological construction for himself. He stumbled into this crazy world by accident, so he must take on the corresponding responsibility and price. Perhaps this was the last peaceful time in Ewen’s life.

Ewen was like a resolute man marching towards his death. When his emotions brewed to their peak, suddenly this sadness and realization were crushed into powder by his own fans.

These were extraordinary fans from the Extraordinary World, possessing the power to bend reality.

Palmer sat beside Ewen, teasingly said, "Can you understand my feelings now?"

Ewen’s mood at this moment was not hard to guess, Palmer continued, "You wouldn’t think that we’re all a bunch of deep-seated resenters, would you? Well... if the hunters’ archetypes were Condensers, based on your descriptions in the book, indeed, there’s a lot of deep-seated hatred."

As Palmer said this, he vigorously patted Ewen on the shoulder, explaining some knowledge to him, mainly related to the Order Bureau.

"Friend! This isn’t the era from hundreds of years ago anymore!"

Palmer exclaimed, "Everyone isn’t gathered around the campfire planning things; we have dedicated offices and a very efficient modern administrative system... we even have insurance, pensions, and annual leave!"

With every sentence Palmer spoke, Ewen’s expression turned a little more crestfallen, until finally his face turned completely pale.

Ewen shattered Palmer’s fantasies, and now Palmer shattered them back.

Hart, sitting opposite, urged, "Stop talking about that, hurry up!"

Palmer deftly opened the box of "Journey of the Night," with game maps and pieces spread all over the table. Palmer skillfully set up the game environment, spreading the game map on the table, something he had done countless times. After getting off work, Palmer would always play a game with others at the Undying Club, and outside the table were waiting players.

Even though the armored car’s space was much larger than a regular carriage, when people formed a circle, the space still became cramped.

To Ewen’s right was Palmer by the window, to Palmer’s left was Cinderella, opposite was the tall Hart. Everyone had tried to squeeze into place, but Hart alone still took up a lot of space.

Beside Hart was Aimou, followed by Bologue. Bologue originally didn’t want to participate in this board game, but couldn’t resist Palmer’s endless nagging. The return journey was a bit boring, so playing a board game to pass the time wasn’t a bad idea.

Lebius also allowed the few of them to play, and now two fully armed action teams were on this train. Most importantly, they also had a group of Origin School Condensers.

This was practically an Extraordinary Legion; even if the Defenders came to intercept, they would have the power to fight. Not to mention, it wasn’t common to see forces that could deploy Defender forces.

Ewen picked up a card from the deck and flipped it over. It was an Identity Card, with the identity of a Hunter and some ability values written on it.

Hmm... the derivative of his own work was right in front of him, but Ewen felt entirely unfamiliar with it. This could be considered a strange experience.

Ewen wasn’t good at many things, so he left the derivative part of his work entirely to his editor, without caring much about what they did.

After all, too many secrets were buried underground at Daisy Castle, enough to occupy Ewen’s time.

Canary dragged a chair, sat down in the aisle, her face maintaining a smile. The laugh of several people cooled down as this stranger arrived, plus with her being a Poet from the Unfettered Poetry Society, the unfamiliarity became even more cautious.

"Can I join?"

After a few seconds of silence, Palmer excitedly agreed, "Sure, the more people, the more fun it is."

Then it got noisy again. Overall, it was only Palmer and Hart making noise, while Cinderella fanned the flames from the side. This girl was always easy to blend into the atmosphere.

Aimou actually wanted to play too, which Bologue could tell from the quickly changing expressions in Aimou’s eyes. He felt it was fine; after experiencing life-and-death actions, people should relax a bit, especially a child like Aimou.

Just unlike before, Aimou didn’t fully reveal his intentions. He appeared to be restrained, like trying to act mature.

In the end, only Bologue and Ewen were left gazing at each other deeply, exchanging countless words through eye contact in an instant.

Ewen was very curious about Bologue, and Bologue was also very curious about Ewen, but the two had never had a good chance to chat.

"Hello, Ewen Flesher."

Suddenly, Canary extended her hand to Ewen, who was momentarily stunned but responded politely with his hand.

"You can call me Canary."

Ewen nodded. He remembered this woman; she had contributed a lot in the battles on the Paradise, and Ewen also remembered that Canary referred to that terrible enemy as "Bai Ou."

Interesting, all three had bird-related names.

"Speaking of which, I didn’t expect to see you here," Canary said. "Fate is truly amazing."

Ewen asked, "Why do you say that?"

"How should I put it? I’m a poet, and well, he used to be too."

As Canary spoke, she lifted a head wrapped tightly in black cloth. To maintain the Tooth of Deathly Silence’s suppression on Bai Ou, the two had never separated.

Hart sniffed the air, keenly detecting the faint scent of blood, then his gaze fell on Canary’s hand. He bristled instantly, glaring sharply at Canary.

Palmer timely reassured, "Don’t worry, it’s fine."

"Poet?"

Ewen became interested in Canary’s words. Few people read poetry these days, not to mention anyone calling themselves a poet.

"We were young when we became poets. You know, we needed a pen name back then."

Canary smiled at Ewen again, "It’s a pleasure to meet you."

The cause for everything went unspoken, and Ewen was stunned. A wave of disbelief hit him. He blinked, as if not trusting Canary’s words, but thinking about Palmer and Hart, it didn’t seem so impossible. It was quite wondrous.

"It’s a pleasure for me too."

Ewen said sincerely, "If my writing can inspire others, that’s wonderful."

"What are you two talking about?"

Palmer obviously couldn’t understand the literary conversation between the two and just wanted to quickly start the game.

Shuffle the cards, deal them out, and each person now had three Identity Cards in front of them, from which they had to choose one to play during the game.

Palmer picked up a white mask, with black lines outlining lush leaves. He would be the game master, guiding the players through the game.

"Has everyone chosen their identity?"

As Palmer asked, he picked up a delicate locomotive piece and placed it on the departure station of the game map’s railway.

"The Dawn is about to set off!"