CHAPTER 370: CHAPTER 147 BARILA [THANKS TO RAVENDE111 FOR THE ALLIANCE LEADER, EXTRA UPDATE]

"Don’t cry, Palmer, this happens all the time, doesn’t it?"

Bologue and Aimou hadn’t arrived yet, so Serey and Palmer started drinking first. Palmer was visibly distressed, while Serey kept trying to console him.

"No, I’m not crying, it’s just the drink. I just... I just never thought that an Alchemy Puppet would take everything away from me."

By the end, Palmer’s voice was trembling, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Palmer could understand why Bologue was attracted to Aimou; after all, his partner was quite a weirdo. He wouldn’t be surprised by any eccentricities, but he never expected Serey to be swayed too.

Looking up at the welcome banner was utterly humiliating for Palmer.

He’d only stayed at the Border Sanatorium for a few days, and everything changed upon his return.

"Serey, what’s wrong with you!"

Palmer’s anger rose in his chest, but halfway through, he gave up. After all, the drinks were Serey’s private stash, and the Undying Club was Serey’s territory.

Most importantly, Serey is a Night Race Lord. Who knows how powerful he is? As a mere Condenser, there’s no way Palmer could take him on, not even in a drinking match against this undead boozehound.

The more Palmer thought about it, the worse he felt. His chest tightened, and he clutched his heart as he collapsed.

"Hey, hey! Don’t die here!" Serey slapped Palmer’s face repeatedly. "This is the Undying Club, you know what ’undying’ means, right?"

Palmer twitched a couple of times, but hearing Serey’s bizarre joke made him laugh uncontrollably.

Wei’Er watched Palmer as he cried and laughed, "This guy must be crazy, huh?"

"Or maybe he’s just plain dumb," Bode commented from the side.

The protagonist hadn’t even made an entrance yet, but Palmer was already too drunk. He had hoped to return to the Order Bureau and have a binge with Serey, but ended up with this outcome.

Palmer felt bitter inside, lying next to the bar as his snores gradually began.

"You two really get along," Wei’Er jumped onto the bar, her cat-like eyes roaming between Serey and Palmer, "I haven’t seen you play so joyfully with someone in a long time."

"Hmm? Don’t you find this guy interesting?"

Serey pulled out a Polaroid camera, put one foot on the bar, and crouched beside Palmer, striking a thumbs-up pose.

The shutter closed, and a photo popped out. Serey shook it vigorously, and it looked pretty good. He immediately pinned it to the wall.

"I’ve lived so long, yet I’ve never seen anyone quite like Palmer," Serey leaned against Palmer, "this guy lives... rather purely."

"Purely?"

Wei’Er walked over to Palmer. His face was soaked, as if he would drown in alcohol; he didn’t look anything close to pure.

"Yes, forget the Undead, even for ordinary people, what do you think can make them happy?" Serey pondered. "It should be something complex, but for Palmer, having a drink and working a few days less makes him incredibly happy."

"This guy’s happiness is ridiculously cheap, even his troubles are," Serey laughed constantly, pointing at the banner overhead, "he’s actually troubled by something like this, my goodness."

"More like idiocy than purity," Wei’Er commented.

Serey thought of Wei’Er’s past, curiously asking, "Wei’Er, if it were you back then, how would you seduce Palmer?"

Few knew of Wei’Er’s past, but Serey was one among them. This seductive witch manipulated many men and toyed with power.

"I don’t seduce idiots," Wei’Er replied bluntly.

"Palmer, you’re just awesome!"

Serey vigorously slapped Palmer’s back, but Palmer was completely drunk, only managing to grunt.

At this moment, a knock sounded at the door; Serey turned his head and called out to Bode, "They’re here!"

Bode nodded. They had glorious or painful experiences, but since entering the Undying Club, it was all in the past. Now they’re just ordinary members, enjoying drinks and awaiting the arrival of fate’s end.

The door opened; as the visitors entered, confetti burst, streamers cascaded, clothing was adorned, balloons were pushed aside, and the welcome banner hung high.

The dome jukebox began running, its mechanical arm grasping a record, slowly turning as the song played.

"September’s joyous dance~ The golden, radiant dreamscapes~"

This was Serey’s favorite song.

"Ba-li-la~ Ba-li-la~"

Suddenly, the bar lights dimmed, colorful disco balls spun endlessly overhead, and with dynamic dance tunes, Serey effortlessly leaped out from behind the bar.

Though he looked robust, his steps were surprisingly nimble. He grabbed the pole, swinging effortlessly in the air.

He gracefully spun several times, skillfully took off his shirt, and flirtatiously winked at the incoming guests. Bologue stood at the door, expressionless.

After spinning several times, Serey soared again, landing on a chair, then bounced several times before scooping up Wei’Er.

This time, Wei’Er surprisingly didn’t resist, allowing Serey to toss her like a ball to Bode, who caught her and turned her over to Bologue.

After a few graceful passes, Bologue steadily caught Wei’Er, who nestled comfortably in his arms, purring contentedly.

Serey then jumped off the bar, landing in a flourish, followed by exaggerated gestures. Bode also hurried over, standing behind Serey with hands raised high.

And that wasn’t the end; Sai Zong crawled swiftly on the ground, sliding to position under Serey as the lights came on.

Like a concert’s ensemble entrance, they had rehearsed all morning to perfect such movements.

"Welcome!"

"New friends!"

"Bow-wow-wow!"

As expected... Bologue sighed, knowing he shouldn’t have expected anything from this group.

With the welcome show over, Serey grabbed the banner overhead and walked directly towards the woman near Bologue.

Serey had initially thought Aimou would be a tin can, but didn’t expect her to resemble a human, almost indistinguishable.

She was tall, her hair tied up high, and somewhat dazed by Serey’s performance. Before she could speak, Serey draped the banner over her.

"Welcome! Welcome!" Serey’s eyes sparkled, "You must be Aimou!"

Serey thought to himself, no wonder Bologue ignored Palmer; how could Palmer ever compete with such a lady?

Just like Bologue, she seemed to have arrived straight from work without even changing clothes, still in her Order Bureau uniform. Yet this did not obscure her beauty; on the contrary, the normal attire accentuated it, even Serey had to admit, she was stunning.

Beautiful people look stunning in anything; a ragged dog remains a ragged dog no matter what it wears.

"You... Hello, I am Aimou."

Another voice spoke, and only then did Serey realize someone else had been there, hiding behind Bologue, finally peeking out.

"Oh, oh, you’re Aimou then."

Serey chuckled as he was about to hang the banner on Aimou, but as soon as he stepped forward, he suddenly realized something.

This lady was Aimou, so who was the previous one?

Serey turned abruptly, seeing the woman—unlike many first-time visitors who were shocked and confused—after a brief surprise, she smiled and started curiously observing everyone present.

As a former Night Race Lord, now an Undying Club bartender, Serey had lived for unknown ages, but when this gaze swept over him, he felt a pricking sensation as if he was being stabbed by needles.

"This is Aimou’s senior..." Bologue began introducing, but halfway through, Belli interrupted.

Belli extended her hand to Serey, completely unfazed by Serey’s odd appearance, and spoke.

"Hello, Belli Yiyeta, position: Sublimation Furnace Core Minister."

A silence washed over the room, leaving only the jukebox’s song playing on.

"Ba-li-la~ Ba-li-la~"