I wonder what the people of the Clarks thought when they first saw Palmer.
"I want to bring her here, do you think that’s okay?" Bologue asked tentatively.
"Hmm? What made you think of this?" Serey asked curiously.
"She’s too special; she might be the first Alchemy Puppet with self-awareness in history," Bologue pondered, "She’s got a lot of unsolved mysteries about her; maybe you old monsters can figure something out."
"Most importantly, don’t you want to see?"
"See what?" Serey retorted.
"Didn’t you understand? The first Alchemy Puppet with self-awareness, even though you’ve lived for so long, you haven’t seen anything , have you?" Bologue felt that Serey was drunk, not even clear-minded.
Serey’s gaze was somewhat dazed, and after a moment of being stunned, his expression twisted.
"With self-awareness?"
Serey suddenly sat up from the bar, his expression twisted, "These Alchemists have really created new life!"
After a few seconds of being stunned, Serey grabbed Bologue and loudly asked, "Wait, isn’t that Aimou an Alchemy Puppet?"
"Didn’t you hear Palmer mention her?" Bologue shouted back.
"Palmer didn’t mention anything about the Alchemy Puppet part!"
Palmer only mentioned Aimou’s existence but didn’t touch upon her nature, which made Bologue’s view of Palmer ease a bit; this guy doesn’t blurt out everything.
"Palmer only said that Bologue, the bastard, actually got involved with the mission target, completely disregarding his good brother," Serey recalled the scene of being hungover with Palmer, "The guy was drinking and complaining about being kicked out by an Alchemy Puppet."
"God, Bologue hasn’t gone out for midnight snacks with me for a week, all because of this damn Alchemy Puppet!" Serey mimicked Palmer’s tone, repeating the words from back then.
This time it was Bologue’s turn to be stunned, but upon careful reflection, it seemed to be true.
Usually, after work, Bologue and Palmer would have cheerful midnight snack times, but ever since he moved into the Alchemy Workshop, this matter had been forgotten.
Serey’s expression froze, and he suddenly realized he had said something he shouldn’t have; as a drunkard, the biggest taboo is not to repeat the nonsense spoken while hungover.
"Alright, I’m very interested. Do you want to come at night? We can have a party."
Serey crawled up from behind the bar, changing the topic, while Bologue looked at him expressionlessly.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, ending with Serey’s defeat.
"Alright, alright, bring her over then. We have so many Undead here, we’ve seen a lot, there shouldn’t be any problem that can stump us," Serey said.
"Then it’s settled, I’ll bring her over tonight." Bologue nodded.
He greeted Bode, who was mopping the floor, and pushed the door to leave. Living at the Undying Club these days, he fully understood what it meant to "live close to the company."
Previously, he could use the Key of the Crooked Path to take shortcuts to the Undying Club, but the nausea brought by crossing the crooked path was genuinely discomforting; now this point of influence no longer exists, coupled with Aimou’s awakening, Bologue’s mood was unexpectedly good.
Now there was only one thing left to solve.
Bologue stopped on the street, the winter ice and snow cloaking the city, and he recalled that name in his mind.