Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 135 Translation
Ever since the Red Witch mentioned the so-called "hounds," Milo has been subconsciously listening for barking sounds all around him, no matter when or where.

But Nanwei City is a city that doesn't particularly favor dogs; the people here prefer cats.

In the city at night, you can always see a few light and elegant little shadows on the high walls of the alleys. They come and go silently, shuttling between the buildings.

As is well known, the traditional culture of Nanwei City contains a special understanding of death, a way of understanding it with a carefree spirit. Cats also hold a very important place in Nanwei's local culture, and people believe that cats are powerful creatures that can travel between day and night.

This is why many young girls are keen to dress up as catwomen during the Day of the Dead parade, because the meaning of the Day of the Dead night parade is "walking in the underworld".

But in reality, Milo doesn't really like the cats that come out to cause trouble at night.

In particular, the eerie cries they make at night are quite torturous for Milo, a former insomniac, and even more aggressive than Kang's snoring.

……

So compared to cats, Milo thinks the scantily clad catwomen on the streets on the eve of the Day of the Dead are cuter, after all, they don't necessarily make strange noises in the middle of the night...

Milo's thinking is quite jumpy; his initial concern about the "hunting dogs" inexplicably shifts to the girls playing the cats.

So much so that when he saw Enid the next day, he couldn't help but imagine the image of her with a cat tail hanging from her butt.

They met at the main gate of Nanwei Academy.

Milo rushed to the law enforcement office early in the morning to report for duty and collect his personal weapon, and then went straight to Nanwei Academy.

Although Enid didn't have classes today, she still wore her schoolgirl uniform as usual.

A few strands of light brown hair clung to her face, paired with her little tiger teeth that peeked out when she grinned, and her deliberately mischievous expression, giving the impression that she might pounce on you and bite you at any moment.

In contrast, Milo's long black trench coat made him stand out starkly from his surroundings as he stood on the dozens of steps in front of the Nanwei Academy gate.

After all, all those around were young people wearing college uniforms and holding books.

Standing in front of Enid, who was half a head shorter than him, Milo gave the impression of an elderly father visiting his daughter at school.

Although their actual biological ages are actually a few years older than Milo's...

The two of them stood there, attracting the attention of everyone passing by.

……

Enid blinked her bright, large eyes and asked curiously:
"How did you know I needed to talk to you? You're so sweet, you even came to my door on your own initiative."

"No, no, I have something to discuss with you," Milo corrected, shaking his head.

“Then you go first.” Enid sensed that Milo was about to say something serious.

Have you heard of the Fenich Manuscript?

“That name sounds familiar… Come with me to the library, I should be able to remember it soon.” Enid beckoned Milo to join her in entering the academy.

"Are you sure this won't cause you any unnecessary trouble?" Milo glanced at the unfamiliar students around him who were occasionally casting their gazes at him.

“No, no, quite the opposite. Your clothes will save me a lot of trouble.” Enid gently tugged at Milo’s trench coat twice, signaling him to follow.

And so, this scene unfolded in the square of Nanwei Academy.

A pretty and cute young girl led a man in a black trench coat through the crowd of students.

Everyone passing by instinctively made way for them.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed, leading directly to the college library.

This is the second largest library in Nanwei City, second only to the city center library.

The novel circular atrium building maximizes the ceiling height, providing users with an absolutely comfortable reading and learning environment in an almost luxurious way, at the cost of extremely low space utilization.

Upon entering the college library, Milo's pistol was confiscated in the lobby because firearms are not allowed in the reading area.

Milo didn't care about any of that. He cooperated by explaining his purpose to the administrator and handing over the gun.

...Enid led Milo through countless towering bookshelves for nearly half an hour.

Finally, each of them carried a stack of musty, obscure books and applied for a private meeting room.

***Excerpts,**Chronicles,**Texts…

Milo glanced at the covers of the ancient books Enid had found; they were all filled with names he had never heard of before, including the titles, authors, and even publishers.

Among them was a thick notebook, Enid's own personal handbook, densely filled with strange symbols, totems, and obscure foreign words.

“Now I understand why Emma calls you an ‘expert’ in this area.”

Milo looked at the distorted symbols on the notebook and muttered something.

"Actually, I'm a little curious as to why you're interested in this kind of mysticism that's generally considered heretical. I mean, most girls your age seem to focus their interests on things like hair or manicures."

Enid seemed to be seriously considering Milo's words. She looked at her fingernails with a puzzled expression on her face, as if wondering, "Why would anyone make nail polish a hobby?"

“It started just to learn foreign languages.” Enid flicked her fingers and tapped the pile of foreign language books on the table a few times. “It started a few years ago. My learning method at that time was to randomly pick up a foreign language book and then spend several months or even a year thoroughly understanding the whole book by looking up words in the dictionary.”

"And then you accidentally ate something strange?" Milo narrowed his eyes.

“No, actually I tasted it on the very first bite.” Enid tilted her head playfully.

She opened her notebook, found some scattered records with "Fenich" in them, and then began to look through the table of contents of those foreign books one by one.

This action was repeated about ten times.

About twenty minutes later, Enid clapped her hands lightly, pushed a nearly five-centimeter-thick, yellowed ancient book in front of her toward Milo, and said:
“I remember now. I did see the name Finnitch, but not in any manuscript as you mentioned. It was a review of Finnitch by a publishing house in a colony in the southeastern seas.”

“You mean, Fenich is actually a person’s name?” Milo glanced at the foreign, distorted, and unfamiliar characters on the ancient book, and slowly pushed the book back in front of Enid: “I can’t understand it.”

"According to the records, that is indeed the case."

Enid quickly flipped through the ancient texts and explained to Milo:
"According to the records, this person's full name was Wilfred Feynich, and he was... well, a scholar ostracized by mainstream academia."

"Because he studies mysticism?" Milo asked.

“No, he was only responsible for translation and transcription,” Enid shook her head. “This manuscript is a translation that Fenich copied from an even older book. It’s said that the translation uses Arabic script, but is also written in a combination of Greek and Latin. While conveying the original content, it also incorporates many cryptic techniques, so it can be understood that he was…”

“Inheritance? Protection?” Milo couldn’t think of a more suitable word.

"You could say that this translation is unbound and consists of an unknown number of loose pages. No one knows what book the original manuscript came from, so any fragments circulating among the people are collectively referred to as such."

“The Fenich Manuscript,” Milo continued, picking up where Enid left off.

“That’s how I know it,” Enid nodded.

“What does this manuscript contain?” Milo asked curiously.

“You’re putting me in a difficult position. My understanding of this thing is based solely on these records and rumors of unknown origin. Whether the so-called Fenich Manuscript actually exists is still uncertain. Of course, I can also tell you mysteriously that the manuscript records the origins of many ancient creatures and demons, as well as the rituals and spells used to summon them. That last part is just my own imagination,” Enid said playfully, grinning.

“Alright, let me summarize briefly. The Finich Manuscript is a translation that a guy named Finich copied from another forbidden book, and now this manuscript is circulating among the people.” Milo said calmly.

"That's pretty much what it means."

"So, it's possible that the kid in the academy used a fragment of this manuscript for a religious ceremony, which is true?" Milo said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand.

“I’ve heard about it, but these stories haven’t been verified.” Enid shrugged, stared at the pensive Milo for a moment, and then suddenly asked:
Why are you interested in these things?

“Uh… my guide told me to read these forbidden books more often, so that my soul could be strengthened and I could hear the whispers of the Old Gods,” Milo said mysteriously, pointing towards the ceiling to Enid.

After blinking a few times, the latter clutched her stomach, trying to suppress her laughter: "Emma is right, you really are good at telling corny jokes."

Milo nodded with a smile.

Sometimes telling the truth is more effective than lying.

The author posted a rambling comment; readers who haven't had enough can take a look! Don't say I didn't say anything!
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