Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 496 The Chronicles of the Ghoul
"Well done, you even knew to pick the one with the highest position."

Milo looked the bloodied ghoul up and down and praised Wendigo without reservation.

Unlike the lower-ranking members of their tribe who were barely clothed, the ghoul that was captured was wearing a relatively complete hoodie, with some simple ornaments hanging on its arms and shoulders. Most importantly, it had a pair of reading glasses tied around its neck with thin hemp rope, which looked like they had been dug up from some grave.

He is a scholar.

Such a person usually also plays the role of a leader in a ghoul clan, such as a high priest, chieftain, or clan leader.

Just like Mr. Pickman, who was once a human in the Pans Canyon of the Dreamland.

Intellectuals held a very high position among a group of uncivilized carrion beasts.

...

Moreover, the ghoul scholar in front of them knew Milo.

It was this tribe that made the agreement with Milo, exchanging the restraint of their tribesmen's behavior for permission to settle underground on the outskirts of Nanwei City.

But then they all mysteriously disappeared.

But now they suddenly reappear, perhaps eyeing the corpses of the believers and their families scattered across the mountains and fields, or even the chopped and mutilated remains of the black goat calves, which they might take as food.

...

“Wa!...Valrokansen...Sir, it’s been a long time.”

The ghoul chieftain, who had been dragged over, spoke in human language.

It clearly recognized Milo, staggered and almost lost its balance, and then suddenly realized that its front teeth were broken halfway through its sentence, looking utterly miserable.

"It has indeed been a long time since Chief Shugobu."

Milo grinned.

He finally chose a fallen tombstone to sit on and joked, "I thought you guys moved to the Dreamland. Why are you back?"

Milo noticed that Wendigo was squatting next to Shugob, baring its teeth, so it patted the spot next to it, signaling it to come over and sit quietly.

Wendigo was somewhat reluctant, but he obediently jumped onto the tombstone and sat down.

"No...no, we didn't go to the Dream Realm...the people there are always fighting against demons and ghosts. If we low-ranking people went back, we would only be cannon fodder to die...so...so we just hid in a deeper underground level..."

Chief Shugobu told the truth in fits and starts.

"I'm not interested in any of that."

Milo waved his hand and said:

"It's Crow. I'm asking about him, the old man who hit you with the shovel. If I'm not mistaken, you only returned to the surface after you heard about his departure, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shugobu began nodding frantically.

The truth is pretty much as Milo guessed.

It wasn't Imnar who drove away, or rather scared away, the ghouls. Imnar's goal had always been the Fool God Project, and the presence of a group of ghouls on the outskirts of the city had no effect on it.

“That was a human… no, I don’t know if he can even be considered human anymore. The one you called Crow, yes, he was the main reason we moved away…”

"It was my oversight. I hadn't noticed this old man living in the cemetery at all before that... I thought he was just an ordinary old guy who could die at any time and become our food."

“Until one day I found this person’s name in the tribe’s ritual calendar… According to the calendar, this person’s real name had appeared on more than a dozen tombstones made in different eras. Do you understand what I mean? This is a person who has died at least a dozen times!”

"Our tribe has certain sacrificial traditions. We use the most unique bones we collect to make sacrificial implements. There's a legend in the tribe that our tribe's fate is bound to an immortal spirit, which guides us on the right path, and the tribe's duty is to conduct the funeral rites for it in each generation..."

Shugobu spoke haltingly, his speech slurred and lisp.

Its leg was injured, and it couldn't find its crutch anywhere. It couldn't even stand steadily, and after struggling for a long time, it finally realized that kneeling was more comfortable.

Although it was old, its keen sense of smell, as a scholar and priest, still made it notice the unusual features of the strange little animal beside Milo.

As for Milo, needless to say, his name has long been known among both the superior and inferior races. This human, whose hands are stained with the blood of the ancients and the Outer Gods, is regarded as an extremely dangerous and terrifying being.

Faced with two former high-ranking figures, Shugobu had no choice but to kneel obediently.

...

"So, your lineage is Crow's personal funeral director?"

Milo chuckled twice, clearly intrigued.

Then raise your hand and stretch it forward:
"Give me that sacrificial calendar you mentioned."

"I'll send someone to get it right away!"

As if grasping at a straw, Shugobu turned around and let out a series of short, sharp cries towards his tribesmen hiding in the shadows of the jungle—@#￥》&￥#@……

It finally understood that Milo had no intention of punishing it at all; his focus was entirely on the undead ghost named Crow. If it cooperated actively, it might be able to continue to settle here with its people and enjoy the feast left over from the battlefield.

……

The so-called calendar was delivered quickly.

Milo had expected it to be a piece of animal leather or some kind of scroll that could be preserved for a long time. Who would have thought that the so-called "calendar" would be carried over by a dozen strong ghouls?

Yes, it was "transferred" over.

Those were a dozen or so tombstones stacked together.

Judging from the material and condition of the tombstones, they can be from different periods, such as a hundred years or several hundred years ago.

The ghouls' method of recording things was quite primitive and brutal; they would simply snatch the tombstones away...

...

"Let me tell you an interesting story. Since you've already developed writing, why not try using it to record things?"

Milo grumbled irritably.

He was genuinely too lazy to look through those dozen or so tombstones, but he had no other choice. For the sake of the inscriptions on them, he had to rummage through them with his bare hands.

However, after listening to Milo's words, Shugobu fell into a state of serious thought.

It muttered to itself:

"It seems someone else made the same suggestion to us a long time ago..."

Just then, Milo turned over and asked, "Who?"

“A… um… a mysterious church scholar who has never revealed his real name, but calls himself Raven.”

(End of this chapter)