Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 354 People Who Stay Up Late

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Milo wasn't the only one who developed the habit of staying up all night after the hunting night.

Even late at night, there were still many energetic guys roaming around Nanwei City. It wasn't just the city; the church bridge spanning the canal in the far-off diocese was also very lively at this time.

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“That damned filth not only humiliated me, but also severely injured my brother. This is a trampling of the dignity of the people of Cainhurst, and a dereliction of duty by you followers of the Golden Law!”

Ariana, daughter of the Duke of Cainhurst.

She wore an elegant and simple black dress, a wide-brimmed lady's hat, and a black veil that covered the tattoos on her face that were not completely removed.

At this moment, Ariana seemed different from the promiscuous woman Milo had encountered the night before. She had become weak, aggrieved, and incredibly angry about what had happened to her brother Klaus.

Standing beside her was Viscount Klaus of Cainhurst Castle, the man whose life had been saved by Milo.

His condition looked very bad.

Normally, vampires can fully recover their vitality by drinking enough fresh blood afterward, as long as they don't suffer a fatal injury. However, in Nanwei City, they don't dare to be as reckless as they are in their hometown. The existence of Milo makes their "food" scarce. There are walking blood bags all over the streets, but they can only watch helplessly.

While Milo may appear to the general public as just an ordinary high-ranking law enforcement officer, to the creatures of the night, what Milo did to the Great Old Ones like Gorghi and Sothoth, and even the Outer Gods incarnate, is no secret.

The vampires have a high opinion of themselves, but knowing the origins of their race, they do not yet have the confidence to compare themselves to the Dominators and Outer Gods. Before Klaus and Ariana began their journey to Nanvi, the elders in the castle had solemnly warned them not to provoke that person in Nanvi.

In the eyes of the vampires, this mad enforcer was capable of anything; he was a reckless hunter who did not care about the consequences, and his danger level far exceeded that of the investigators from the Church and Miskatonic University.

After all, the existence of the vampires is inextricably linked to these two forces.

"You claim to be the orthodox state religion, and have no reason to tolerate such evil creatures roaming the city!"

Ariana may have wanted to express her frustration, or perhaps she wanted to make her brother feel that he cared about her life or death, so she took this opportunity to vent her emotions all at once.

Behind her and Klaus stood several haggard-looking men in formal attire. Perhaps sensing the anger in Ariana's tone, they began to tremble uncontrollably, for they were servants of the Cainhurst family.

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Directly opposite the vampire siblings was Dirasha, who looked completely calm and collected.

This clergyman, who usually put on a kind smile no matter who he was facing, displayed an unusually strong aura when confronting the bloodthirsty creature before him.

He glanced indifferently at the vampire brother and sister before him, and asked, word by word:

"Who exactly are the evil creatures roaming the city?"

Ariana, accustomed to maintaining the airs of a noble lady, hadn't yet come to her senses when Klaus, standing beside her, was already itching to sew her sister's gaping mouth shut.

"I didn't mean to! Sir..."

He hurriedly began to explain.

But before he could finish speaking, he felt as if his throat had been gripped tightly by scalding metal clamps! He couldn't utter a single word, only able to emit choking, gagging sounds.

"Uh...uh..."

Not just Klaus, but Ariana was the same.

The vampire brother and sister seemed to be being hanged; some invisible force was pulling them by the throats, dragging them off the ground, and no matter how much they struggled, it was to no avail.

Directly opposite, Dillah Shaw simply raised his forearm.

Beneath the sleeves of the official's grey robe, on the exposed inner side of his arm, the golden tree totem radiated a blazing golden light, as if flowing gold were within the totem on Dirasha's arm.

He skillfully used the weapon bestowed upon him on the night of the hunt to remotely grasp the throats of the vampire siblings. With just a slight flick of his fingers, he could rip the heads of these filthy creatures from their shoulders.

Although Dillah Shaw wanted to do it, the responsibilities he bore prevented it from happening.

He coldly watched the Klaus siblings hanging in mid-air.

"First of all, I don't want to hear any more comments questioning the Golden Rule. You'd better not even think about it."

"Secondly, the law enforcement officer in the city is my friend, and I am actually quite willing to convey your evaluation of him, or rather, your slander against him."

"Finally, this is my personal opinion. After you provide your bloodline to the Church, you'd better get back to Cainhurst Castle immediately. If it weren't for the research competition between the Church and the University of Michigan, your race would have no reason to exist. If we asked, the people of the Royal City could strip you of your titles at any time."

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After briefly explaining his attitude.

Dillah Shaw reluctantly withdrew his forearm.

bang...

The vampire siblings fell back to the ground in a very disheveled state.

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"Misunderstanding! Sir, a huge misunderstanding!"

Klaus kept retching. He had been deprived of fresh blood since last night, and the wound on his chest had not fully healed. In addition, after being tortured by Dillah, there was a burn mark on his neck, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

“We absolutely have no intention of slandering or defaming the Guardian. In fact, it was he who arrived at the manor in time last night and saved my life. The evil creature Ariana mentioned is someone else entirely, that ghostly thing. It was it that attacked us!”

Finally given the chance to speak, Klaus, fearing his sister might say something inappropriate again, quickly recounted everything that had happened the previous night.

Dirachoon's face remained expressionless, but his eyes clearly conveyed his attitude—I have absolutely no interest in what happened to you. He replied coldly, "Submit your bloodline to us; it's the covenant your people signed with the church."

That involves a very serious research project, a problem that both the University of Michigan and the Church are trying to solve, but the two sides have completely opposite research directions and objectives.

The similarity is that both sides need the vampires to provide the freshest mutated blood of their generation, but Mithril has already taken the lead due to its geographical advantage, and now the Church must speed up its progress.

Klaus and Ariana, the twin siblings, are the possessors of mutated blood.

This is also their fundamental purpose in coming to Nanwei City.

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“Honorable official, may I ask for a little more time? My brother… in this state, offering blood will cost him his life.”

Ariana dared not act recklessly again. She helped Klaus up and pleaded with Dirac.

The source of the so-called mutated blood lies in the hearts of her and Klaus, and the amount of blood needed by the church can only be met by the combined blood of the two of them.

She wasn't really worried about Klaus's life or death, but rather that if the church found that draining Klaus dry wasn't enough, they would drain her dry too...

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Dillah Shaw stood there, frowning, thinking for a long time.

In the end, they relented:

"You can have time to recover. Remember, we need fresh mutated blood. Poor blood from someone on the verge of death is worthless. I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The vampire siblings, as if they had been given a second chance at life, fled from the church bridge with their servants.

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Dillah Shaw watched the departing vampire carriage and sighed with a gloomy expression.

He knew that the city's medical institutions did not have enough blood, and even if they combined all of it, it might not be enough to fully restore Klaus. Putting pressure on the vampires in this way would likely lead them to take risks and attack ordinary people.

But Diracho couldn't stop them, because the will conveyed by the Church Contract Organization was very clear: they needed the blood of two new vampires, and they were very eager for it.

This has led to a very ironic and ridiculous situation.

As the clerk, Dirashau not only couldn't stop the two bloodthirsty creatures from hunting, but he also had to go and speak to Milo, hoping that he could turn a blind eye.

The former goes against Dillah's conscience, while the latter is the truly troublesome matter.

In truth, Dillashau really thought it best to just tie those two up and squeeze them dry, ending it all once and for all. However, on the high platform of the Contract Organization, he had no say whatsoever.

At times like these, he would inexplicably feel a sense of envy towards Milo.

Just like when Milo fed Glagki a bomb in the canal, Dillah could never do such a thing. It seemed that, at some point, the will of the Church had become above his personal principles, and he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

This torment intensified after the church granted him sufficient power.

Because the words "powerless" can no longer be his excuse.

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Compared to Dillah, who felt hesitant and tormented under the blessing of the golden tree, someone else seemed much more at ease.

On a suspension bridge within the city limits, more than ten kilometers upstream on the canal.

Yan, holding a plate of leftover smoked sausages from Milo's dinner, slumped lazily on the edge of the bridge, swinging his legs, and ate with grease and grime, accompanied by cigarettes and beer.

At this moment, the canal was shrouded in mist, and there was no one around.

But as he chewed the juicy smoked sausage, he kept muttering to himself:

"Therefore, making more powerful beings hate me can have a more significant effect."

"But resentment is hard to retain for long. As the old folks often say, time heals all wounds. That's a problem..."

"Damn people's minds are always filled with too many messy thoughts, sometimes they can even forget their hatred."

"Ah, I'm starting to miss that power, what should I do?"

"Find a way to make more people hate me, like..."

"No, no, that's too crazy, hehe."

"Let me see. So far, it has been verified that among people of different ages, the most effective and longest-lasting hatred is in adults."

"Then we need to verify whether distance is a variable."

"Think it over carefully, Yan. Use your smart brain to think about what to do."

"What should I do? If this continues, there might not be many people left who like me."