Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 523 Selphes
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"Celephus".

This is the capital city of the magical country of Os-Nargue.

It lies behind the flawless marble walls and the towering bronze sculptures, with its western side connecting to a harbor filled with the fragrance of various spices, where colorful oared ships from all over the dream world are moored.

During the "twilight" phase of the day, when the light is faintest, the city's myriad lights gradually begin to twinkle.

This ageless, ever-renewing city always looks brand new; time cannot wear down a single brick or tile, nor can it turn the hair and beards of its inhabitants gray.

From the temples surrounded by priests and the magnificent palaces to the city streets paved with onyx, and even the fortress facing the eastern restricted area, there is not a trace of erosion.

Therefore, Milo and Dirasha, who had just crossed the forbidden zone filled with the ashes of the dead and arrived in the capital of Os-Nargai, had to clean themselves up a bit, at least so as not to look disheveled.

Nevertheless, the cold and filthy aura they carried, belonging to Nanwei City, still made the passersby around them show uncomfortable expressions.

The advantage was that the two of them were able to have the originally crowded bar counter all to themselves.

This area is considered the most diverse and chaotic part of the city of Selefis, as the tavern is located in the port, and its customers are mostly merchants and sailors who transport huge onyx at sea.

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As dusk falls, the bustling port is illuminated by the lights of the lighthouse and cargo ships.

This is the only time of day in Os-Nargue where lights are needed; here, there is only dusk, not night.

In stark contrast to the restricted area, this twilight period, when the sky is at its faintest and dimmer, is the most cherished and comfortable time for locals. On the decks of cargo ships by the harbor and along the streets by the waterfront, you can see friends carrying craft drinks and sharing their feelings.

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Compared to the forbidden zone, this place is indeed heaven and paradise.

In such an environment, anyone would feel intoxicated and weary; it's like a luxurious and comfortable soft bed, and once you lie down, you sink into it.

Therefore, for the merchant ships coming and going, the port of Selofs was actually more "dangerous" than a storm at sea, as both could "leave" them stranded.

The same applies to visitors from other worlds.

Four days have passed since Milo and Dirac entered the port city and capital of Selefese.

Yes, they have been out of the restricted area for four days.

But wasn't it said before that the summoning ritual could only maintain their avatars for a few tens of minutes?

That's true, but when Milo and Dirac rushed into the city, Dirac discovered that the hands of his pocket watch no longer moved normally; they swung back and forth within a minute's time, as if time had stopped.

This is the magic of Os-Nargue.

Everything was functioning normally, but time seemed to freeze in a strange way.

This is said to be a new rule "created" by the rulers of Os-Nargai.

It is said that this king once went to the ultimate void beyond the stars and was the only one to return with sound sanity.

It is said that…

So, according to whom did they say that?
"Knock knock," Milo tapped the wooden bar with his knuckles: "Could I have another rum for my chief friend?"

At this moment, besides Milo and De La Shaw, there was only a large, composed orange cat sitting in a very proper and dignified posture on the seats outside the bar.

This Pinkerton "Mr." provided Milo and his companion with considerable assistance, including special cloaks to conceal their true identities, expenses for food, clothing, and lodging, and mobilizing all the cats in the city to search for clues about the temple's messengers.

This generous gesture was made simply because Milo and Marshall were old acquaintances.

Yes, this Mr. Orange, known as Pinkerton, was one of the survivors of the Battle of Uthar. He fled to the east across the sea and eventually settled in this enchanting immortal city. In Uthar, he was the chief of a certain tribe, which is why Milo and Dirasha called him.

It's easy to see that Chief Pinkerton was already quite old before he arrived in Salafis.

Its face was honest and simple, and its face and body exuded a kind of chubby and lazy temperament. Its fur was also not very shiny, indicating that it was an old cat in its twilight years.

So it doesn't talk much; its most significant physical movements are just slowly swaying its thick tail from side to side and occasionally yawning.

Pinkerton didn't react at all to Milo's offer to buy it drinks with its money. It simply stretched its neck forward and licked the drink in the glass that the bartender pushed over.

Compared to Pinkerton's intoxication and Milo's absent-mindedness, Dillashau kept a vigilant eye on the figures coming and going outside the tavern.

The completely unfamiliar environment and the various intelligent creatures roaming the streets left Dirasha feeling somewhat lost.

These beings, who can be collectively called "humans," are not like the ordinary people on the streets of Nanwei City, whose differences are simply due to race and skin color. In the Dream Realm, the differences in appearance between races could be as simple as having an extra head or extra arms...

In comparison, he and Milo, these two cloaked semi-phantom summons, seemed rather ordinary.

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So, the two people and the cat at the bar were all quite silent, chattering on and on the whole time, while the bald bartender was the one who kept talking.

He deftly poured drinks, pushed glasses, wiped the bar, and tossed a towel over his shoulder.

He then took out a whole lemon, drew a knife from his waist, and quickly twisted it in his hand to finish cutting it.

While squeezing lemon juice into the cups of the two people and the cat, he introduced:

"This isn't the cheap, watered-down Grog hemp you drink at sea. Here on the docks, you won't find rum this fine anywhere else except where Old Bill is. If you ask me, if we common folk can't afford Malmö liqueur or white wine, adding a little lemon juice to rum is pretty much the same. Do you agree? Lemons are great; they can prevent scurvy. Of course, orange juice can have the same effect..."

"Oh, by the way, gentlemen, I highly recommend you try our Bogu Stew. This isn't the kind of oatmeal porridge you get on your ships. I'm sure you can already smell the aroma wafting from the kitchen, right? We stew it with pure mutton broth..."

"Not interested? Looks like you're not hungry. Well then, perhaps you'll like this. Our grosbee sauce is a local specialty. It's not one of those runny sauces made from rotten fish guts; it's made from real sardines and anchovies..."

"Not interested either? Then do you eat tortoise meat?"

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After what seemed like an eternity, the bartender's endless sales pitch was finally interrupted by a kitten darting in from outside.

As the doorbell rang crisply, the young cat's meow reached Milo and the others' ears:

"We've located the docking spot for the ships of the Golden Temple."

(End of this chapter)