Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 241 The Lost Familia

After leaving the church bridge, Milo immediately sent the clingy investigator C away.

The way to get rid of him was simple: "Heavy rain will make the canal flow much faster than usual, and your old mark may be washed away by the river."

Upon hearing this, Investigator C rushed to the Confession Pier.

……

When Investigator C was away and no one was around, the seven members of the Exiled Shadows revealed the three tiles.

They had already retrieved the three pieces of excrement from the bottom of the river long before.

Milo now has very limited means of dealing with the Great Old Ones.

No matter how strong his body was, no matter how accurate his marksmanship was, when he stood before a ruler, all his abilities became utterly mediocre.

There's a sense of powerlessness, like a beautiful woman on the bed who has finished washing up and smells alluring, using all her seductive words to entice you, but a certain part of your body that should be active remains unmoved. That's roughly the idea.

This time, it was because Glagi underestimated him too much and entered Milo's world in a lower-status, dreamlike world where both sides were equal in status that Milo had the power to retaliate.

But, just like in bed, you can't always expect your partner to go to great lengths to please you, right? Pillow boys are not popular.

……

So Milo decided to claim these three old feces marks as his own.

Although Investigator C has stated that the old seals have very limited effect on the Great Old Ones, essentially serving only to annoy them.

But it is precisely because of this setting that Milo's desire to take this thing away is amplified.

For Milo, throwing feces at others is like fear—one of the oldest human emotions, or simply a perverse pleasure.

It's like the inexplicable thrill of throwing water balloons from the school building onto the principal's car after the college entrance exam.

Of course, the fact that you carry feces with you must be kept secret.

……

"C said these things were found in some ancient sites, and it seems I need to study archaeology more."

Milo examined the three tiles floating in front of him.

"It seems that Miskatonic University is actually quite something."

He put the three old seals away.

Eric gestured to Milo, "What's next? Shall we go and find that clan?"

"Let's wait for my teammates to arrive."

Milo put his hands in his pockets and glanced back at the outskirts of the city.

At that moment, the figure of a man on horseback was approaching from a distance.

It's old Theon.

……

"Long time no see, you look very busy."

Milo waved to old Theon.

Old Theon approached Milo, looked him up and down, and sneered:
"I heard you were badly beaten and lost all your armor and weapons."

Milo lifted his trench coat, revealing a revolver and a gambling knife at his waist:

"Which bastard said that? I'm not only fully equipped, but I also got a good item."

As he spoke, he pulled out a crowbar hanging from his waist.

At the Confession Dock, it was this thing that pried open the cargo ship's hold at the last moment, which is why there was so much fuel everywhere. Milo himself couldn't explain why, but he just felt that this thing was pretty useful.

After all, the weapon he conjured up in the illusionary world was a crowbar, and he used this holy sword of physics to do many unspeakable things to Glagi.

Milo now feels safer holding the crowbar than the revolver.

Old Theon watched Milo wielding the crowbar and was utterly speechless:

“I’ve always thought that people who idolize classical weapons are mentally unstable, but now I think they are somewhat understandable.”

“If you knew what I did with the crowbar, you wouldn’t say such things.” Milo mysteriously hung the crowbar on his waist and covered it with his trench coat.

“I don’t want to know what you did with the crowbar; it sounds very unhealthy.”

Old Theon habitually lit a cigarette and asked Milo:

"What do the church people want with you?"

"They helped me find the killer in the case. Let's go and bring that crazy woman back."

Milo shook his wet sleeves.

……

...

The two returned to Nanwei City.

In an old, dark, abandoned monastery on the northernmost edge of the city, they found Sansa, the last remaining member of Gladky's kin in the world.

The monastery is located on the edge of the canal leading into Nanwei City, almost right next to the canal.

In the previous era, there were several different religious sects in Nanwei City, each with its own parishes and monastic sites. After the Golden Law Church became the state religion, all those other sects were wiped out. Of course, this did not require any extreme measures from any faction, because after the Great Plague ended, almost the entire nation became believers in the Golden Law, and those ordinary sects simply disappeared naturally after losing their followers.

All they left behind in Nanwei City were these dilapidated monasteries waiting to be demolished.

……

The monastery, permeated with the smell of decay, also features countless small altars woven from plants.

Milo initially didn't understand the purpose of these little gadgets built from tree branches and leaves, but after his battle with Gragic in the illusionary world, he gleaned some fragmented memories from Gragic.

Ten years ago, on the shores of the lake in the Severn Valley, the kin knew that becoming servants would instill an extreme fear of sunlight. If the servants of the Glagi were exposed to sunlight, they would instantly turn into rotting green slurry. So they would build tower-like shelters in the darkest places in the deep mountains. Over time, these things became a kind of symbol in the belief system.

These miniature versions of altar-like structures are the small altars that Milo now sees in the monastery.

Therefore, the object itself has no special function.

It was merely an object used by the family to express their thoughts and prayers.

Just as Sansa used the dead for sacrifice, she carved antlers from Aya Ferguson's skull simply because, in her childhood memories, the elders of her tribe would use the reindeer they hunted in the valleys for sacrifices.

The transmission of doctrines always changes as the memories of the transmitters change.

If Sansa manages to escape and become a missionary for the next clan of Gladius, perhaps all future human sacrifices will require antlers to be nailed to the offerings.

Of course, she didn't have that chance.

……

On the edge of the city, in a muddy place, the only sounds in the air were the flowing water of the canal and the sobbing of the lonely kinsman.

In a corner of the monastery, a lonely figure knelt prostrate.

She did not find her god.

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(End of this chapter)