Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 139 The House of York
"So you have indeed been here."

Enid quickly gleaned something from Milo's "Oh~", and tilted her head slightly to look at him: "Let me guess, is it because of what happened between your family and the Sherman family last time? Oh right, why didn't you remind me? I was so stupid to bring you here; it's bound to cause you a lot of trouble, right?"

As Enid spoke, her expression began to change.

Few people know the details of the relationship between the Valrocan family and the Sherman family.

Even now, the outside world is unaware that Cillian's two fathers have passed away.

Even Enid, who was in the aristocratic circle, only had a general understanding of the conflict that took place in the suburban cemetery on the night of the Day of the Dead.

This matter has long been forgotten.

Why don't you go back now?

She stopped abruptly and grabbed Milo's arm:
"The Sherman family has a very strange temperament. Good heavens, how did I end up here with you..."

She slapped her forehead and stomped her foot in frustration:
“The lady of their family is an absolute madwoman. If she recognizes you at the banquet, it will be a very troublesome situation… God, you’re right. Letting you appear at the banquet is an absolutely terrible idea. You should go back now before we enter the manor. If something happens to you, I don’t know how I’ll explain it to little Emma.”

Looking at the girl in front of him who was pacing anxiously, Milo calmly held up one finger:

Shh—what will you do if I go back?

"What? What can I do? They can't force me to marry if I don't want to!"

“But as far as I know, attending a party alone means she’s open to any kind of advances, right?” Milo joked.

Enid grabbed Milo's tie roughly: "Stop laughing! Do you know what the lady of the Sherman family is called? She..."

“Ms. Castor Bean,” Milo replied to Enid without hesitation.

"You still dared to come even knowing that! Good heavens, I thought you two siblings were both very smart, how come you can't even understand such a simple principle!?" Enid said in a frenzy.

"Of course."

Milo chuckled.

He thought to himself: Of course Emma understands this, which is why she felt comfortable letting me be her shield.

"Listen to me, now, immediately, get in the carriage and go back to your law enforcement office. I don't need you to shield me anymore. I can handle things here perfectly well, understand? I'm not joking, and you're still laughing! I really... I'm begging you, okay? Be good~"

Enid used a combination of soft and hard tactics, even resorting to coquetry, all in an effort to get Milo to run away as quickly as possible.

It seems that she knew, more or less, what the title "Mrs. Castor Bean" meant.

“Hey, calm down.” Milo patted her head gently in return. “Listen to me, it was Emma who cut off Cillian’s manhood, not me, so…”

"You cut off his life...!" Enid's voice instantly rose several decibels, almost screaming.

But she swallowed the rest of her sentence, covering her mouth.

"I don't care anymore, I'm not going to this banquet, come back with me!"

She grabbed Milo's hand and dragged him outside.

Now she had only one thought: to get Milo as far away from this manor as possible.

In Enid's eyes, this vast, fragrant manor was undoubtedly Milo's grave. Once he went in, he might not be able to come out, and even if he did, he would definitely not be able to walk out with all four limbs intact.

“No, I know you’re in a hurry, but you should…” Milo smiled wryly. He noticed that Enid’s small frame had unleashed tremendous strength, managing to pull him away.

The two walked one after the other on the exquisite cobblestone path in front of the manor gate.

From a distance, it looks like an excited little dog dragging its owner along the road; the scene is quite comical.

……

Enid had only taken a few steps back with Milo when they bumped into members of other families getting out of several other carriages that had just arrived at the manor.

"Hey! Dear Miss Kent, you're here so early!"

Even when they were still quite a distance apart, a young man dressed in a brightly colored suit recognized Enid and greeted her warmly.

"Damn it." Enid stopped in her tracks, her face instantly darkening.

"Let me guess, who's your suitor?" Milo muttered from behind.

“One of them,” Enid said through gritted teeth.

“Okay.” Milo pulled Enid’s hand and said calmly, “Turn around and straighten my tie for me; you messed it up.”

Enid took a deep breath.

In the end, I did as Milo suggested.

“Michael from the York family, whose family is closely related to my father’s generation.”

Enid leaned against Milo and quickly told him about the other person's background, giving him a warning look.

Just then, the excited and handsome young nobleman from afar hurried over and witnessed this scene up close.

As it turns out, not all noblemen are like Cillian, a teddy bear in heat. The man in front of us, upon discovering that his object of affection was adjusting another man's tie cheek to cheek, twitched his face involuntarily, but ultimately managed to regain his composure.

"Who is this?"

He quickly searched his mind for Milo's face, confirming that he was not one of the familiar noblemen, and then tentatively asked.

“Miss Kent said she might need a dance partner today,” Milo said, not directly answering the question.

“But it’s really not necessary now. Didn’t you say the law enforcement office had things to do? Go do your thing.” Enid still hadn’t forgotten about getting Milo out of the manor.

For her, Milo's safety is the most important thing right now.

"The Enforcement Bureau?" Michael's lips curled into a smirk. "So you work at the Enforcement Bureau? That means your surname is definitely not among the nobles of Nanwei City, and your name probably isn't even on the banquet invitation list, is it?"

The nobility and the law enforcement system are essentially two opposing forces that are irreconcilable.

No nobleman would serve the judge's sickle; this was a consensus within this class.

Once he grasped this crucial information, Michael's tone instantly became much more impolite.

The original restraint was only to prevent herself from accidentally offending other nobles she didn't know, but since the other party was just a lowly commoner, it didn't matter at all.

In just a moment, the confidence and aura that came from his aristocracy returned to Michael, and he even straightened his posture, as if he wanted to look down on Milo.

"I was wondering why someone would wear such cheap fabric to a banquet, but it turns out it was a law enforcement uniform, haha."

“Watch your language, York boy!” Enid was immediately displeased.

“I think your father would certainly not want to see you associating with such people, dear Miss Kent.” Michael kept his eyes fixed on Milo as he spoke to Enid, or more precisely, on the hand Milo had on Enid’s shoulder.

Milo simply replied sarcastically:
"It seems that the nobles' gentlemanly manners are only reserved for insiders."

“Get your filthy hands off Miss Kent!” Michael’s tone became increasingly forceful.

"I'm curious what I have to do to get you to swear," Milo said with a bright smile, gently pulling Enid's hand back and drawing her into his arms.

"you!"

The fire in Michael's eyes was about to burst out.

At this moment, the other members of the York family also gathered around after hearing the commotion.

They all stared at Milo with hostile eyes, their positions subtly blocking all of Milo's escape routes.

……

Milo could feel that Enid's hand, which was gripping his, was trembling slightly. Of course, based on his understanding of Enid, this was definitely not due to nervousness or fear, but rather anger.

But just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a male voice that sounded somewhat familiar to Milo suddenly came from behind:
"Ahem, are you gentlemen planning to fight here?"

(End of this chapter)