Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 441 Being considerate
"Let me do the math, you've been in the Dreamland for almost half a year now, haven't you?"

Milo looked Marshall up and down. The guy's fur was smooth and soft, his previous injuries had completely healed, and he even seemed to have gained some weight.

According to the rule that one hour in the Lucid World equals one week in the Dream World, it must have stayed in the Dream World for quite a while.

“I’ve been looking for my people.” Marshall stopped and scratched his neck with his hind paw.

"So why did you jump back again? Did you find your people?" Milo muttered.

“I didn’t plan to come back so soon, but someone in the Dreamland asked me to pass on a message to you, and I couldn’t refuse, so…” Marshall shook the silent bell around his neck.

"Someone? It might not be a person." Milo glanced at it and asked, "What message?"

"Hmm... It's definitely not human. I don't know exactly who it is, but the message came from a place called Kadas. The people there, well, anyway, they asked me to come and remind you that they want you to remember the existence of the contract, and also that they want to tell you that all your actions are under their watchful eyes... something like that."

Marshall seemed a bit confused as well.

“Cadas?” Milo had never heard of this place before.

But since the other party mentioned the contract, it means that the person who sent Marshall to deliver the message must be one of the gods of the dream world, and perhaps Kadas is a place where the gods live.

"Was this sent to give me a wake-up call?" Milo said thoughtfully. "Could it be that they know about Imnar? But that doesn't make sense. If they did, they wouldn't be reacting so calmly."

Marshall shook his head, indicating he didn't know: "So is that matter completely over?"

It seems that it is still unclear about the outcome of the Imnar incident.

Milo nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and said, "It's over... but not completely over."

"Your tone of voice is starting to sound more and more like those self-proclaimed gods," Marshall remarked casually.

"Really?" Milo shrugged. "Whatever, I have some errands to run. You stay here and keep watch."

“Guard? Guard whom?” Marshall blinked.

“The one inside,” Milo said, pointing towards Rebecca’s office, “By the way, that woman is now a psychic as well. I think it won’t be long before you can talk to her in human language without any restraint, and you won’t have to pretend to be a cat meowing anymore.”

“What do you mean by pretending to be a cat? I am a cat.” Marshall retorted to Milo with a strange look on his face.

But just then, a law enforcement officer walked past at the corner of the corridor.

Marshall immediately meowed obediently.

It's likely that everyone in the law enforcement office had become accustomed to Milo's bizarre behavior. The officer wasn't surprised to see Milo talking to a kitten, so he greeted him and went downstairs.

Marshall shook his fluffy head and looked up at Milo again:

"Rebecca is already a psychic? When did this happen? Did you do this?... Wait, I'm warning you, if you dare do anything to her, I'll..."

Perhaps recalling the tragic history of his hometown, Usa, Marshall's eyes immediately became wary.

It knew perfectly well the rules of survival among human visionaries, and how insane their pursuit of power and knowledge was.

Furthermore, through his long-term observations, Marshall believed that Milo's personality had undergone a subtle but significant change, and his indifference towards ordinary living beings was beginning to emerge, so there was no guarantee that he would not commit some beastly acts.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Milo was too lazy to explain anymore.

That's probably just how bad the reputation of psychics is; explanations are useless.

"So just stay here and keep watch. Right now, besides having an extra bit of spiritual vision compared to ordinary people, she hasn't mastered any skills. In the eyes of other spiritual visionists, she's just a piece of fat meat. You should know what I mean. Don't let her run around. Now there's an unknown spiritual visionist in the city, and we also need to be careful of that hunter from the Solomon gang. They're not good people."

"..."

Marshall stared at Milo without saying a word.

It seemed to be trying to use its wise eyes to find some trace of lying in Milo's expression.

It seems it still doesn't completely believe Milo's words.

"Hey hey hey? We've been on the battlefield together for a while now, don't you even have that basic trust?" Milo really wanted to kick it.

“It’s hard to say. More than half a year has passed. You humans are the most fickle race. How do I know if you’ve changed your mind?” Marshall scratched the floor with his claws.

"It's only been two days here."

Milo gave Marshall the middle finger and went downstairs cursing.

……

After leaving the South City Enforcement Office, Milo mounted his horse and left the city again.

With Yan overseeing the household and Marshall monitoring the law enforcement office, it can't be said to be foolproof, but at least the existing forces are sufficient to deal with most unexpected situations.

After making a series of arrangements, Milo had to deal with the most crucial matter.

After much deliberation, he finally chose the cemetery where he had hung out with Yan the previous night.

Because what happens next is best done in a sparsely populated area.

The city center is definitely not an option; there are too many people there.

Furthermore, the bodies produced afterward also need to be properly disposed of, so a cemetery is a good choice, killing two birds with one stone.

……

Thinking that he and Yan had finished off the old man's stock of liquor yesterday, Milo even made a special trip to the tavern to pick up two bottles of strong liquor before setting off.

...

On the other side, the Valrocan family.

in the living room.

Kang was interrogating the little white-haired boy sitting on the sofa.

The reason was that Kang had dragged Yan home from the workshop, and when he asked what the important matter was, Yan stammered and couldn't give a clear answer for a long time.

Similarly, Finn was also taken home ahead of schedule.

However, unlike his father's confusion, he didn't think too much about it. He just felt that it was really exciting to be dismissed from school early, and he kept grinning from beginning to end.

Emma was also in the living room.

Unlike Finn, who was carefree, she had a keen sense of smell and naturally knew that Yan's sudden gathering of their whole family must have a reason, and it was most likely related to Milo.

It's not like similar things haven't happened before.

……

"You better tell me honestly, has Milo run into some trouble or offended someone?" Kang asked Yan bluntly.

"Uh……"

Yan's lips twitched slightly.

Goodness, it's a miracle your Milo doesn't cause trouble for others. Who the hell would dare to mess with him? Do you even know what kind of people he's taken down?

"Uh—let me put it this way, he has to go on a mission, and for your safety, he wants you guys to stay home until he gets back, um, it's that simple."

Yan always thought he was a master of boasting, and his witty remarks could always leave all the young women speechless. However, he would often get stuck at such times, and the stories he made up would sound full of holes.

Kang suddenly stood up and said loudly to Yan:

"Then you should go help him! What's the point of just sitting here like an idiot?"

Well, thankfully, there are still some idiots in the Valrocan family.

The fabricated story is one that the fool Valrocan would believe, while the wise Valrocan would see through the truth behind the story and understand Milo's intentions.

While Kang was getting anxious and upset, Emma spoke up:
“Father, I think only if he stays here can Milo feel at ease finishing his business and going home in peace.”

"Wow, this is definitely the most considerate you've ever been."

Yan looked at Emma with immense gratitude.

But the latter just frowned and muttered to himself very seriously:

"But I really don't understand why he would entrust our whole family to such an unreliable person like you..."

……

...

suburbs.

A cemetery for civilians.

Milo returned to the place where he had been drinking with Yan and the others the night before.

He looked up at the sun hanging in the sky and frowned slightly.

"No way, it's usually cloudy, why does the sun come out at this crucial moment? Seriously... with the sun shining so brightly, how could those things dare to show their faces?"

...

(End of this chapter)