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Chapter 380 Walking the Cat
"Ok?"

On the stone platform, Daisy's lips didn't actually move; she was conveying her voice to Milo in another way, but the voice was so faint that Milo didn't hear it clearly at first.

He took Daisy's hand and leaned closer, asking:

"What Eminem?"

“Imnal…”

Milo could sense a hint of helplessness in Daisy's extremely weak voice.

However, this cannot be blamed on him. Milo truly had no recollection of the name Imnar; none of the many texts he had consulted mentioned this tongue-twisting name.

But now that we know the correct pronunciation of his name, everything is much easier.

Milo held Daisy's small hand and whispered in her ear:

"It's the curse it cast on you, isn't it?"

"Um……"

This time, Daisy responded with difficulty, her face contorted in pain.

……

In short, apart from Milo, no one else present could hear Daisy's voice; all they could hear throughout the entire conversation was Milo's voice.

"Ah."

"Where?"

"Okay, don't worry, you're alright now."

"Don't be afraid."

"anything else?"

"Yeah, I understand."

"Would you like to see Rebecca?"

"I'll call her over when you're better."

"Have you seen that thing clearly?"

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"have a good rest."

……

Reverend Defoe and the other scholars of the Covenant were frantic with worry.

They were even more eager than Milo to know the source of the curse, but clearly Daisy only shared this information with Milo and had no intention of informing anyone else.

It's quite heartbreaking to think about. The clergy on the Star Tower are bound to Daisy with their lives, sharing the curse with her, yet they have no right to know the truth behind it all.

Of course, what the servant of the gods is best at is making excuses for those in power. In short, the Eye of Thinking believes that this matter should not be known by too many people, and she must have her concerns. She is definitely doing it for our own good.

some type of.

Throughout history, religions that have been recognized and utilized by the ruling class have always shared a common characteristic: they teach people to accept their fate passively.

The Golden Rule is no exception.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have become the so-called state religion.

Otherwise, those madmen from the Monsis school who attempted to recreate the divine body wouldn't have been expelled.

……

On the Starry Clock Tower, Daisy fell into a deep sleep after explaining all the clues.

Although she has broken free from the curse of the shadow, her body is on the verge of shock and she needs to rest quietly for a period of time to recover.

Milo did not stay at the church for long.

He politely asked Reverend Defoe to take good care of Daisy before leaving the Star Tower.

As he was leaving, Defoe hesitated for a long time before saying to Milo:
“The traces on the prayer square have been washed away by the rain, but the sin of killing a god will be forever imprinted in the depths of the soul.”

The well-intentioned advice conveyed in his words was quite obvious, but unfortunately, Milo has never liked such veiled language and was too lazy to waste too much energy analyzing it.

He knew the consistent style of the church and the covenant organization, which could be summarized as "cowardice".

The general idea is that if you do nothing, you will never make a mistake.

Since its founding, the most "crazy" thing the church has ever done, whether in academia or other fields, is blood healing, and to this day, they are still paying the price for that act of salvation.

In fact, the Contract Organization far surpasses Miskatonic University in terms of both academic foundation and historical background in this field, a point that Milo cannot deny.

However, once academic subjects become associated with theology or faith, they tend to become hesitant and stagnant.

Milo simply disliked it, but did not judge whether it was right or wrong.

From another perspective, while the Church is not as "rational" or "realistic" as the University of Michigan, it also does not suffer the same number of deaths of investigators every year as the University of Michigan. Whether it is a contractual scholar or a secretary like De La Shaw, their risk of dying in the line of duty is far lower than that of the University of Michigan's investigators.

In a way, this can be considered one of the benefits of being cautious.

……

The problem is that no matter how careful they are, disaster will come sooner or later. This is Nanwei City, which has been targeted by countless malicious eyes in the prophecy, and the church headquarters next to it will sooner or later fall into the same situation.

However, for various reasons, those shadowy figures of the past have never extended their fangs and claws into the territory of the church.

This is the first time that the Shadows have so brazenly broken into the Church's sacred grounds. This is the first time, and it is only the beginning.

The Star Clock Tower and the church members atop it should all be able to feel this invisible pressure—some uncontrollable chaotic forces are already stirring in the city.

...

When Milo left, the rain outside hadn't lessened at all.

But since we're already soaked, there's no need to worry about that anymore.

When he crossed the prayer square back onto the church bridge, the battlefield there had long since been "cleaned up".

The severed limbs on the bridge platform have disappeared, and the remaining pieces of flesh are being washed into the canal below by the rain, eventually being carried into the boundless sea.

On the side of the bridge closer to the church, the little black cat Marshall was sitting upright on the railing.

Its fur is jet black and shiny, and it doesn't get wet at all, even in heavy rain, as the rainwater just slides off the surface of its fur.

The cat sat there quietly, licking its paws, waiting for Milo to arrive.

Upon seeing Milo appear, it leaped down from the railing and walked lightly to Milo's feet to follow him.

At the same time, he asked:
"Why didn't you kill it? Or were you killed by it?"

“It?” Milo shook his head. “It made a bunch of threats and then disappeared.”

To be honest, Milo still can't accept Marshall's middle-aged, husky voice. It just doesn't match his kitten-like appearance at all, especially considering he still has Rebecca's cute little bell around his neck.

The overall feel can no longer be simply described as "contrast"; it should be described as incongruous.

"I saw it leave, what a pity."

Marshall wagged its tail from side to side, its little paws lightly touching the puddles on the bridge abutment.

"You saw it and didn't you stop it?" Milo squinted at the little black ball.

The latter raised his head and retorted:

“It comes from another world, the world where my people live. I can’t let my people pay for my actions. They know nothing about it.”

"This is the first time I've heard a cat talk about being a coward so righteously and solemnly."

Milo made a sarcastic remark about Marshall.

However, Marshall's temper was much better than Milo had imagined. Even after being teased like that, it didn't get angry. Of course, it's also possible that it didn't understand what Milo meant.

It just kept walking with its cat-like steps and muttered, "Are you sure this isn't the first time you've heard a cat talk?"

"I know the cats in your Dreamland are very powerful, so just talk, don't scare anyone." Milo waved his hand.

"If you were to suddenly start singing while lying on Rebecca's chest one day, I reckon I'd be promoted to Chief Enforcer."

“Not at all, she’s not as fragile as you think.” Marshall shook his head, then suddenly looked up at Milo with a hint of surprise: “So you know about the Dream Realm.”

"I also know that you caused all this trouble. If you hadn't torn open those rifts between the two worlds, Nanwei City wouldn't have been in so much chaos."

Milo squinted and stared at the little black cat on the ground with a forced smile.

The latter grinned and said, "An accident? That was purely an accident. Who would blame everything on a kitten? You despicable humans."

Marshall has always been perceived as a haughty cat that keeps strangers at bay.

But clearly, Milo's words hit its weakest spot. The cat stammered for a long time, its explanations weak and feeble. In the end, it could only point with its paw at the faint bloodstains on the bridge abutment and say:
"I'm already helping, aren't I..."

It would have been better if it hadn't pointed. As soon as it pointed, Milo discovered that the horse he had tied to at the entrance to the bridge was gone, leaving only a broken rein with bloodstains on the ground.

Milo picked up the reins and took a breath:

"Oh dear... In this heavy rain, there's no transportation."

Whether the horses were crushed by Marshall's gale or torn apart by the beast-like monsters is no longer important. What matters is that without corpses to deliver, this loss will be counted in Milo's wages.

However, Marshall's subsequent addition seemed somewhat superfluous:

"It's that guy, it must be him. He was furious after you injured him and killed your horse on his way out. That must be it."

This is essentially an admission that the horse was killed by mistake.

But Milo couldn't be bothered to argue with it.

He muttered to himself:

"Alright, we'll settle this score with him later, Imnal, right Eminem, just you wait..."

"Imnal?"

Marshall suddenly raised his head and looked at Milo, his sapphire-like eyes wide open, his pupils shrinking to a vertical line, and even the hair on his back standing on end.

It asked in a terrified tone:

"You're saying that the person who appeared in the plaza just now was Imnal? Imnal from the Void Abyss?"

“Hmm—” Milo muttered, calmly shrugging his shoulders: “I didn’t ask where he came from, but he’s most likely the Imnar you mentioned.”

He shook his wet hair and said, "I think I need to go back and look up some relevant information."

"You can't find any records related to it."

Marshall shook his head.

"It has never appeared in history as a real entity, so there can be no records related to it."

(End of this chapter)