Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 243 Keeping an Appointment
"Finally decided to go home for dinner?"

As soon as Milo entered the house, Emma made a sarcastic remark to him.

He patted Emma's forehead twice: "Didn't anyone remind you that you sound like a neglected, resentful woman?"

Emma remained seated, staring intently at Milo, too lazy to say a word.

Milo then went into the room and started rummaging through things.

……

Five minutes later, Milo left the residential street with Finn's schoolbag on his back.

He originally thought that old Theon would come with him, but Kang grabbed old Theon and insisted that he stay for a drink.

To Milo's surprise, old Theon actually agreed.

"You go about your business."

These are the original words of Theon.

Milo grabbed a few slices of bread from the kitchen, stuffed them into his mouth, and rushed out the door.

...

Suburbs, downstream of the canal.

Milo led the distraught Sansa to one side of the church bridge.

It was already evening, and the crimson hue of the sunset after the rain was particularly dazzling, as if someone had splashed several buckets of blood onto the horizon.

And just like that, a fulfilling day is drawing to a close.

Milo had missed several meals in a row, but fortunately his enhanced body could withstand such high-intensity exertion, although his stomach still felt empty after he ate a few slices of bread.

However, with the current troubles not yet fully resolved, Milo is not in the mood to sit down and have a proper meal.

He didn't want to be as oblivious as old Theon.

……

As agreed, Dillasho was already waiting for Milo on the riverbank.

This time, he did not bring any other officials or attendants, and stood alone on the riverbank.

"Has the pastor gone to rest?"

Milo led Sansa to the riverbank, glancing sideways at the water downstream of the canal.

"The pastor is unwell."

Dillah Shaw nodded.

His gaze remained fixed on Sansa behind Milo the entire time.

This was the first time Dirac had ever seen a so-called "familiar." In his mind, these faithful followers of the ancients, while not necessarily having three heads and six arms, must at least have some unusual appearance.

But the truth is, Sansa looked perfectly normal.

She is a genuine human being, and because of some emotional trauma, her current state is quite pitiful. If you don't consider her status as a member of a familiar, it's hard not to associate her pitiful appearance with the image of a weak woman who has been bullied.

"This is..."

Dillah Shaw tentatively asked a question that everyone already knew the answer to.

"Geragi's clan, the instigators of this incident, I won't go into details."

Milo had important things to do, so he didn't want to waste his breath.

Dillah nodded: "It's in the waters right behind us... I thought you wouldn't keep your promise."

To be honest, Dillash had originally planned to go into town to find Milo.

From his perspective, Milo wasn't the kind of person who followed the rules; there was a high probability he would shoot Sansa because he couldn't swallow his anger. So, seeing Milo bring Sansa to the outskirts of the city unharmed, Dillashau was somewhat surprised.

Of course, besides being surprised, he was also very curious about what Milo was up to.

To put it bluntly, he still didn't believe that Milo would be so easy to talk to and just send the culprit back.

“If you say that again, I might change my mind.” Milo chuckled and glanced back at Sansa.

“You are, after all, a law enforcement officer. Even if you execute the culprit here, what can I say?” Dillash spread his hands, indicating that he had no intention of disobeying Milo, but whispered a reminder: “However, you will have to deal with the trouble after you take action.”

"You guys are pretty good at absolving yourselves of any responsibility." Milo gave a disdainful smile and said calmly, "But I have to correct you on one point. The culprit isn't her; it's that thing hiding in the water."

“Everything has its own laws of survival, and it’s just following its own way,” Dirac muttered.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Milo shrugged. He didn’t intend to waste words refuting Dillashau’s words, but he did make a small sarcastic remark: “You’re starting to sound more and more like Defoe.”

……

"Gululu..."

At this moment, bubbles began to rise from the surface of the canal in front of them.

Milo and Dillash knew that the guy was about to show up, so they both shut their mouths.

The first things to emerge from the water were three yellow eyes, each with a long stalk at the end, almost as thick as a human arm.

This was the first time Dirac had made eye contact with the ancient beings he knew.

It would be impossible for him not to be nervous. Although he appeared calm and collected on the surface, only he knew how much cold sweat was breaking out in his palms.

Soon, the enormous creature on the water surface revealed half of its head. It was an oval-shaped creature with a swollen body and an incredibly ugly and blasphemous face. Its soft, bubbly skin resembled that of an animal carcass that had been submerged in water for too long and was rotting, emitting a nauseating stench.

What's most chilling are the countless sharp and slender thorns exposed on the body's surface. Their shape, like their function, gives one a deadly sense of crisis.

……

Dillah's heart was pounding wildly.

The words of Mr. Defoe kept echoing in his mind—

“Nanwei City is a complex city. Because of our location, more and more Shadows will choose this place as their gateway into the world. Graki is just the first, but he will never be the last. Your responsibility is very heavy.”

Will Nanwei City face many more ancient creatures like the one before it in the future?

Why would these shadows, which have survived for countless years, approach the golden tree...?

……

Despite having a thousand doubts in his mind, Dillash could only put those questions aside for the time being and cautiously face the scene before him.

He knew how deadly the Old Ones were.

The esteemed Reverend Defoe seemed to age ten years after exchanging only a few words with the other party.

If it were to rage again, Dillash had no idea how to deal with it.

Suddenly, Dillashau saw an arm swinging back and forth in front of him twice:
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Milo tilted his head and squinted at Dillah Shaw:

"I thought you were being led astray by a dream."

After confirming that Dillasho was alright, Milo waved to the large, burly Glagki in the canal:

"I've brought you the person you wanted! Keep your promise! You should understand what I'm saying."

……

In the murky river water, the Grazie slowly approached the riverbank, opening its gaping maw.

(End of this chapter)