Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 499 Waiting for the opportunity
At least one thing is certain now.

The members of the Dreamland Temple dared not easily set foot in the world of lucidity, whether because of Milo or because of the covenant of the gods that had existed for countless years.

Therefore, even if it is a retaliatory reckoning, they only dare to carry it out in the dream world.

Unfortunately, the Scarlet Witch was in the dream world at the time, and she was probably very unlucky to be dragged to be stabbed without knowing anything.

Judging from her appearance, she must have gone through a lot of trouble to escape the dream world, and her soul was cut in half, which is why she is now in such a confused state.

"I should have kept that woman's body back then."

Milo frowned.

If Jon Byrne's body had remained in the conscious world, he could have glimpsed all the secrets within the so-called Temple of Law through the perspective of the dead, and wouldn't be in such a passive situation as he is today.

...

The rosy dawn was spreading across the sky along the clouds.

The ghouls have gone into hiding.

While Milo hesitated, Wendigo trotted over to the Scarlet Witch, pointed at her, and then gave Milo a questioning look.

Milo glared at the little guy:
"Get out of there, she's probably thinking of swallowing you whole too..."

Without Milo's consent, Wendigo's expression immediately fell, and he turned away dejectedly.

……

Finally, Milo took the witch's half-body, wrapped in a red cloak, back to the abandoned old sect monastery in the city.

"In the next few days, for every unlucky soul who accidentally wanders in, that's how many lunatics will appear in Nanwei City."

He placed the Scarlet Witch's mangled body in a corner of the second-floor attic of the monastery.

The witch used to be his guide, and Milo had grown accustomed to seeking her help when he was confused, but it was clear that she had now lost her ability to guide him.

...

And so, the two Shadow Sequence creatures sat on the attic floor, staring blankly at the half-dead, barely clinging-to-life Scarlet Witch.

Actually, only Milo was having a headache. Wendigo was completely mimicking his movements and expressions. It was desperately trying to force a frown like Milo, but for a creature that couldn't even perfectly control its limbs, facial muscles were an even more "difficult" area. So it switched to "manual" mode, squeezing the skin on its forehead with its two paws, successfully creating the frown. Unfortunately, this hybrid creature didn't have eyebrows...

Watching Wendigo fooling around, Milo shook his head helplessly, then glanced at the Scarlet Witch lying on the cold wooden floor wrapped in a red robe, and muttered to himself:
"Should I go to the Dream Realm to find her other half?"

In fact, Milo was asking himself this question.

He is somewhat confused now.

The puzzling thing is that after seeing the Scarlet Witch's tragic state, he didn't feel the same urge to settle scores as he did after Grasso was killed. In fact, he felt nothing at all; he simply felt that he couldn't do without the Scarlet Witch's guidance in the face of so many mysteries.

There was no desire to liquidate.

This illustrates that his relationship with the Scarlet Witch was not one of a superior and a believer; there was no hidden code of faith between them.

...

Just as Milo was muttering to himself, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out from beneath the twitching red robe in the corner of the attic—

"The current Dream Realm is still too dangerous for you."

"Wow, he actually regained consciousness." Milo raised an eyebrow.

This time, the Scarlet Witch didn't try to prop up her half-broken body. Lying in the corner, she said in a trembling voice:

“I don’t know how long this lucid state will last, but you must remember not to enter the Dream Realm lightly.” “Having reached the Shadow Sequence, isn’t that enough to establish myself in the Dream Realm? I’ve been there before; those knights in the temple are no match for me.” Milo asked, puzzled.

The Scarlet Witch explained haltingly:
"Precisely because you are a Shadow... it wouldn't matter if you were an ordinary person... The appearance of a new Shadow will disrupt the original order of the entire Dreamland, and all the superiors who have suffered losses because of your appearance will regard you as an enemy... Until the time is right, stay in the World of Awake, and the covenant of the gods will be your protection."

"How do you know when the time is right?" Milo asked, taking out a metal flask from his inner pocket, unscrewing the cap, and taking two sips.

“We need a new guiding witch, and we also need a foothold in the Dreamlands… You’ve come too early, Milo… Everything wasn’t ready before you appeared…”

"Even before the war has begun, before that catastrophe starts, you can only choose to lie low and wait for the right opportunity..."

The Scarlet Witch's guidance still comes from Milo's mind, but fortunately, Milo has gotten used to this kind of puzzle-solving dialogue over the years.

...

"The war you're talking about, and the war that Daisy and Archbishop Golden Rule are talking about, must be the same thing, right?" Milo tilted his head back and took another sip of his drink.

The Wendigo cat crept over and tried to lick the flask, but Milo kicked it away.

"Yes, an unavoidable war. The seeds of war were sown in a bygone era. The Sumerians plotted a rebellion at the cost of their entire race's blood, but it only came to fruition millions of years later. The gods could not prevent this from happening; they could only delay it... Remember, you cannot avoid it either, nor do you need to hide from it. All you need to do is plunder as much as possible during the war. If you don't do it, other superiors will," the Scarlet Witch warned.

"Plunder, faith?" Milo now realized that what the Scarlet Witch, Daisy, and the "young" bishop in the church's grand cathedral had said all seemed to connect.

“Yes, faith is the foundation upon which you stand in the Dreamland.” The Scarlet Witch raised a hand shakily, waving it seemingly aimlessly in mid-air, and added intermittently:
“You are someone who has been deprived of the ability to dream, remember? And everything in the Dream Realm is based on the dreams of the waking world. Therefore, you cannot create your own foothold through dreams. This responsibility can only be borne by your followers. The more faith you can plunder in the war, the more stable the order you will control in the Dream Realm in the future.”

"I understand."

Milo nodded thoughtfully, then asked:
"Now that the foothold has been explained, then... who is the new witch?"

...

“I told you, you came too early. You don’t belong to the present, while I belong to a bygone era. We are two people who should never have met… So please don’t take the risk for someone who should have died long ago. Soon, you will meet your guide in the world of clarity, very soon… She will take care of everything for you…”

The Scarlet Witch's voice grew weaker and weaker.

The sound was so faint that even with Milo's powerful hearing, he needed to listen carefully to detect it.

He leaned closer and urged:
"So who is that person?"

...

"..."

Sure enough, before she could finish speaking, the Scarlet Witch was thrown into chaos again.

She began frantically clawing at the attic floor with her broken, dry fingers and nails, muttering meaningless babbling incoherently; the two sounds mingled together, sending chills down one's spine.

"walk slowly."

"The timing of her falling into a coma was perfect."

Milo, looking annoyed, picked up Wendigo and left the attic.

Before leaving, he picked up a wooden beam and used it to block the door.

...

Wendigo climbed up Milo's arm to his shoulder, grabbed his collar, and stared at his profile with curiosity.

The general idea is—are we just going to abandon her?

Milo glanced at Wendigo but ignored it.

(End of this chapter)