Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 370 The Genius's Fury
Isabel Planck was born into a family of contractual organizations.

To be more precise, it should be called a contractual family, because contractual organizations do not allow the existence of family-sized member groups.

Isabel's only childhood memories are of her parents, who were also members of the Covenant, and many other members of the church. Of course, six years ago, the Golden Rule Church had not yet received serious attention from the royal family.

But the Contract Organization, a group of scholars, has existed for a long time.

……

Isabel is a genius in the study of mysteries.

This stems from her excellent language skills and her superb understanding and sensitivity to mysterious rules.

Even at a very young age, she was able to deduce extraordinary knowledge from snippets of conversation with her parents.

It was precisely this talent that led the Contract Organization to make an exception and allow her to join the organization as a second-generation scholar.

However, the study of the mysterious is extremely dangerous.

Isabel’s parents died when she was 12 and 14 years old, respectively.

Their deaths did not cause Isabel to abandon her research in the field of mysticism; on the contrary, they deepened her obsession with it.

Fortunately, after passing the entrance exam, Isabel gained the recognition of many senior members within the Contract Organization and became the youngest member of the scholar group that signed the contract.

It wasn't until after the catastrophe of the Great Plague that the Golden Rule became the state religion. She and her team of scholars received resources from all sectors of society, including funding, privileges, and status. All of this accelerated the organization's research in the field of mysticism.

However, research in the field of mystery is extremely difficult for individual scholars.

Obtaining all those ancient texts with great difficulty is only the first step. The real challenge lies in learning the ancient language and script used in those texts, as well as deciphering their many obscure expressions.

What truly hinders scholars of the mystical arts are those rules that cannot be summarized or described in words.

Among the various schools of thought within the Contractual Organization, there have been frequent cases of scholars dying suddenly, all of which can be attributed to the pursuit of quick success and instant benefits in the research process.

Isabel's parents both died in this situation.

Therefore, even though she was a rare genius in the school, Isabel had to strictly adhere to the rules set by the church when studying ancient texts. There was once a scroll that was less than three feet long, which the church delivered to her word for word. The entire study process took five years.

But it was precisely this rigorous, almost harsh, attitude of the church that allowed Isabelle, this brilliant scholar, to live to adulthood.

Under a strict system of rules, Isabel's keen sense of smell, calm thinking, and incredibly powerful comprehension, along with the knowledge she has accumulated through nearly ten years of systematic learning, have made her a representative figure of the new generation of inheritors of the Church's Mystic School.

At only 21 years old, she already possesses the academic vision and unique temperament that only elderly scholars in their twilight years have.

For the past 10 years, Isabel has been immersed in her studies, single-mindedly focused. Her talent led the church to take good care of her, and she was not even allowed to participate in the scientific expeditions to the ancient cemetery. She only needed to sit in the church hall and accept the "study documents" issued by the contract organization step by step.

Today, she faces the first serious challenge of her academic career.

The girl who possesses the "Eye of Thinking" is cursed by a shadowy figure, and she and her peers are tasked with finding a way to lift the curse in the shortest possible time.

Isabel excitedly accepted the task.

But as time went on, her self-confidence began to suffer a severe blow and eventually disappeared, leaving only a sense of defeat weighing on her heart.

The ancient scrolls that were given to Isabel this time were unlike any she had ever encountered before.

She was familiar with every symbol and character in the text, and had considerable experience studying this ancient language. However, when the individual characters were combined into sentences, Isabelle found that she could not understand what the text was trying to express.

At first, she was able to barely understand some simple declarative statements.

But as time went by and the pressure mounted, she began to find herself becoming increasingly "dull".

Even the notes I copied and translated yesterday are now incomprehensible to me.

Her emotions fluctuated, and she couldn't understand or digest the contents of those ancient texts at all, as if something was blocking her thinking.

A nameless sense of panic began to spread and grow in my heart.

……

In over twenty years, Isabel has never been as anxious as she is today.

The profound unease intensified, especially when she realized that a young life would wither away before her eyes if she continued to do nothing.

She asked the church's medical staff to buy her as much time as possible and assured them that they would find a solution.

But only Isabel herself knows how slim the chances are of her keeping her promise.

She even began to doubt whether there was something wrong with her learning methods all along...

In short, the anxiety that had been building up in her heart for several days continued to torment her.

……

This anxiety turned into anger after his train of thought was interrupted not long ago by a strange man who suddenly barged into the hall.

Isabel couldn't understand why a lowly black-clad enforcer could enter the Star Clock Tower, a forbidden area, without any hindrance.

Throughout her academic career, she frequently heard rumors about law enforcers, with disdainful descriptions including terms like "executioner" and "barbarian." In the eyes of her predecessors, law enforcers were a group of lowly, worldly-flawed political tools, ignorant and foolish, yet self-proclaimed guardians of order.

So much so that before Isabel had ever met any law enforcement officers, she already had a very unfriendly perception of them.

After witnessing the series of rude acts committed by the law enforcement officer who broke into the Star Clock Tower, she became even more convinced that the message passed down by her ancestors was correct: these men in black were indeed the lowly kind of people.

……

However, to Isabel's surprise, the law enforcement officer did something that slowly brought the "Eye of Thinking," which was on the verge of death, back to life.

She went over to check on her and confirmed that the girl on the stone platform had indeed improved. But this was not enough to dispel her prejudice against law enforcement officers.

This prejudice and contempt surged to an uncontrollable extreme when the other person made that request.

what?
Does he want to see my fragmentary ancient texts?
Isabel thought she had misheard.

She felt both annoyed and amused.

How could an ignorant and secular law enforcement officer be so arrogant as to believe that he could understand the contents of these ancient texts?
……

Perhaps it was the frustration he had experienced during his studies over the past few days, or perhaps it was the officer's overly rude tone.

In short, Isabel's elegant scholarly demeanor and good manners were completely shattered, and anger briefly overwhelmed her reason.

In her view, the officer's simple remark was extremely insulting; he was completely insulting her ten years of dedicated study.

Where is the clerk? Where is that damned clerk?

Come and kick this guy out!

……

Just as Isabel stood there, panting heavily and trying her best to control her emotions.

She discovered that the book she had been holding just a moment ago had vanished and reappeared in the hands of that damned law enforcement officer, who was now at the back, fiddling with the medicine jars on the shelf, referring to the book's contents.

"This……"

She was about to explode.

But it was the law enforcement officer who spoke first.

With his back to Isabel, the other person calmly asked:

"Why is your translation of Duryak language such a mess?"

"Igesar's Elixir... Are you planning to use Zorn's elixir to break the curse on Daisy?"

"The ingredients of the first three drugs are correct, but the dosage units are wrong, which could kill people."

……

Milo, carrying his books, rummaged through the pile of medicine bottles, and in less than two minutes, he had already found more than a dozen serious errors in Isabel's handwriting.

...

Behind her, Isabel's anger subsided the moment Milo uttered the ancient script used in the texts, "Duriak."

How did he know the Duryak language?

That was the language and script used by an ancient Eastern civilization that had been extinct for over a thousand years.

Within the entire school of contractual organizations, the number of people who can master this script can be counted on one hand.

he……

Wasn't he supposed to be a law enforcement officer?
How could law enforcement officers know these things?

……

Isabel was stunned.

Especially when Milo mentioned that the units of measurement in her notes were wrong, she quickly walked over and leaned aside. After carefully comparing her notes, she was surprised to find that what Milo said was true.

This……

Isabel looked at Milo with disbelief.

Milo completely ignored her, snatched the pen from her hand, and rewrote the correct drug formula and dosage in his notebook. He also recorded the corresponding drug raw materials and their special requirements. Then he quickly compared them with the existing drugs in the hall.

"This is wrong, this is wrong, this is completely wrong, terribly wrong! If I had come in a second later, were you planning to force-feed this stuff to Daisy? Are you kidding me...?"

Watching Milo bustling about, Isabel felt as if she had returned to her apprenticeship days.

She stood quietly behind him, staring intently at Milo's handwriting, memorizing the medicines he had selected and the corrections he had made.

The anger, annoyance, and contempt from a few minutes ago have completely vanished.

……

"This one, this one."

She reluctantly pointed to a word in the book in Milo's hand and asked Milo like a schoolchild:

"What is this ingredient called 'Grund'? I've never encountered this term before."

Milo turned to look at Isabel and pointed to his forehead with his pen.

"Brain matter, human brain matter."

He then noticed that, up close, Isabel looked extremely unwell, with bloodshot eyes.

Milo shook his head:
"Hmm—you need to catch up on your sleep."

(End of this chapter)