Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 371 That blood can't be washed away

Others present who were familiar with Isabel's temperament were also bewildered.

Because everyone could sense in the first two minutes that this arrogant contract scholar was on the verge of exploding.

But the situation changed so suddenly that the anticipated storm vanished before anyone even realized it.

Isabelle's other assistants exchanged bewildered glances.

This was the first time they had seen her so humbly ask others about the contents of ancient books; even the leaders of the Contract Organization did not receive such treatment.

While everyone was looking at each other, completely bewildered.

With Isabel's assistance, Milo has already compiled a fairly complete preliminary formula for the elixir of Ighalo.

"The church is indeed the church; it has all sorts of weird stuff."

Milo, holding the test tube containing several tens of milliliters of pale green liquid, muttered to himself in amazement, then turned to the group of church members with a half-smile and asked:
"Is it possible that you, Grund, also have the last missing ingredient?"

"No, absolutely not."

Reverend Defoe vehemently denied it.

Although he was old, his reaction speed was the fastest among all the church members present.

Milo had previously made it clear what the so-called "Golend" was.

Human brain matter, and it must be uncorrupted brain matter; how could the church possibly have such a thing...?

Even if it exists, the law enforcement officers shouldn't know.

……

After Defoe spoke, everyone present shook their heads in agreement.

"That's fine."

Milo glanced down at the time markings on the watch face.

"It's pointless to keep things to myself at a time like this. I'm going out for a bit and I'll be right back. Take good care of Daisy."

He muttered something to himself, handed the semi-finished potion to Isabel, and left the Star Clock Tower.

“Actually, there are other ways to break the curse,” Defoe suddenly said to Milo.

But Milo didn't stop walking; he just kept talking as he went:

"I know, if you kill the creature that released the curse, the curse will naturally be broken."

“That’s exactly right!” Defoe quickly jogged a couple of steps after Milo and added, “I’ve already sent Dirac to find the source of the curse.”

Milo replied impatiently:
"Then what do you think I'm here for? If I could find that being, would I need to borrow your Eye of Thinking?"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left the hall.

The church staff were left somewhat awkwardly in the center of the hall.

Defoe watched Milo's departing figure and sighed meaningfully.

At this moment, Isabel sealed away the semi-finished potion, then carefully collected and folded the draft papers marked with corrections to errors in her original notes by Milo, and finally asked Defoe with a curious look:

"Priest, let Dirachoon handle the search for the source of the curse. Why tell that person? Who exactly is he?"

Defoe said in a somber tone:
"Because he is the one who truly has the ability to kill the Ancient Ones, while Diracho is still too inexperienced."

"Capable of killing..."

Isabel was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and gasped sharply:
"Was he the one who killed the enforcer who was the incarnation of the god on the night of the hunt?"

Isabel is a talent closely protected by the Contract Organization. Her usual activities do not extend beyond the Church Bridge. Even Nanwei City, which is less than ten miles away, is somewhat unfamiliar to her. However, she has heard some of the secrets about the Hunting Night.

The fact that a human law enforcement officer killed the avatar of an ancient deity at the law enforcement headquarters remains an explosive secret in the world of mystery and superstition nearly a year later.

What Isabel didn't expect was that the rude and impolite young man was actually the law enforcement officer who had "committed a serious crime" on the night of the hunt.

Realizing that her almost uncontrollable rage had been directed at such a being comparable to death, Isabel felt a wave of fear wash over her.

Not only Isabel, but everyone else present felt the same way; a creepy sense of dread arose in their hearts.

That sense of fear did not stem entirely from Milo's power to kill gods.

More than anything, it stemmed from Milo's will to ruthlessly kill the gods.

Those who serve the church, especially those within contractual organizations, are acutely aware of how sublime and great the ancient superiors were compared to humans. In their doctrine, even if one day they truly possessed a weapon powerful enough to kill a god, they should not entertain the thought of god-killing, otherwise their souls would suffer unprecedented and endless calamities.

This is the chilling quality that Milo possesses, according to the doctrine of the Golden Rule.

First and foremost, he is a human being, yet he possesses the power to kill a god and the will to do so.

This is also why Defoe sighed at the end. To some extent, seeking help from someone like Milo is itself a violation of the Golden Rule.

But the eye of reason could not be closed. Milo Valrocan was the most likely person Defoe could see to save Daisy's life, and he had no other choice.

"No wonder he knows so much."

Isabel stared blankly at the draft paper and ancient book in her hands, muttering to herself:
“That’s true, what does Duryak mean to someone like him…”

"Don't overthink it! He's always been an outsider to the church. Praising or criticizing what he does is meaningless. Drawing a clear line is the wisest choice. This time is an exception. The Eye of Thinking chose to be close to him. Perhaps it knew this calamity would come to it long ago, which is why it made that choice. But please remember one thing..."

Just as everyone was lost in thought, Defoe's words served as a wake-up call for Isabel and the other three contract scholars:
"In the end, his hands were stained with the blood of the gods, and that blood could not be washed away."

……

Milo walked briskly through the spacious and magnificent church corridor.

He slowly pulled down his rolled-up sleeves to cover the hideous cracks on his forearm skin.

In the corridor, he encountered the nun who was implicated by the curse; she was curled up in a corner, trembling in pain.

However, Milo did not stop and walked straight past her.

He has urgent business to attend to.

Gurend.

The last ingredient that the elixir lacked.

Milo estimated the time it would take to travel directly from the church back to law enforcement.

Brain matter sounds horrible, but it's not a problem for someone in his profession. There are plenty of ready-made corpses lying in the basement of the South City Law Enforcement Office, and if nothing unexpected happens, there are definitely some kitchen utensils hidden in the corner cabinet, such as blenders and juicers, which can come in handy. Rick is an absolute expert in this regard.

However, time was of the essence. The round trip to the law enforcement office, including the time needed to "dispose of" the raw materials from Gulund, would probably take at least an hour and a half.

Milo didn't know how long the Dream Induction could maintain Daisy's metabolic functions, nor did he know if the so-called curse would choose another way to kill Daisy, so time was of the essence.

Milo needs an easier way.

Coincidentally, he knew of another place nearby with a ready-made corpse and the tools needed to "dispose" of the raw materials.

That is the underground ghoul race.

In fact, not all ghouls are as bloodthirsty as depicted in the painting displayed in Lady Castor's collection.

They also have a strict class system within them, and in some ways are not much different from humans.

The lowest-level ghouls are still in a state of low intelligence. They cannot even fully master their own race's language. They are almost like wild beasts and are not picky about food. Rotting corpses are the basic food source for these low-level ghouls. When conditions do not permit, they will choose to eat "bland" animal carcasses. However, when eating them, they may need to suck on some dry bones left over from ancient tombs to taste them...

The ghouls in the middle and upper classes hold various special positions within their race.

They have unique beliefs, and naturally they also have high-ranking talents such as priests and scholars.

These ghouls are often quite "picky" about what they eat. They may prefer the more nutritious buttocks and legs, or they may prefer the more flavorful organs, depending on the ghoul.

Without exception, high-ranking ghouls all have requirements regarding the freshness of their ingredients.

Their first choice is a body that has just died and lost its soul.

……

Previously, when Carter Garnier's opera house was damaged by the "Digger" during construction, Milo found the digger, which was lurking deep in the underground river, with the help of the ghouls.

Milo can still clearly remember the "dishes" the ghoul chieftain used to entertain him back then...

If I remember correctly, brains were one of the dishes on the table at that time.

Who would have thought that not long after, Milod would once again come to the ghoul chieftain demanding the ingredients he hadn't even touched back then...

...

Do not know why.

Milo himself was unaware of how bizarre his actions were.

He allowed the existence of ghouls, saw no problem with using human brains as a potion ingredient, and even allowed a half-zombie who fed on the testicles of the dead to work in the law enforcement office for nearly a year.

All of these things, which would make any normal person's hair stand on end, seemed to have no weight in Milo's mind.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.

He didn't see anything wrong with it, either from a legal or ethical perspective.

Perhaps gradually, deep within his soul, the so-called human side has faded away, but this process is so subtle that he has not noticed it.

……

(End of this chapter)