Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 529 The Cat Squad's Decision

What does "cursing someone to death" mean?

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Arthur turned to look at Morgan.

"It's about skipping any substantial damage and directly dragging the living creature into a state of death." The little tabby Morgan seemed to know more about cursed creatures than Arthur, and it simply stated its understanding: "Otherwise, why would it be called a death crystal?"

“If I’m not mistaken, the existence of the Death Crystal serves two purposes: firstly, it binds the inhabitants within the country, and secondly, it acts as another layer of blockade against the remnants, in addition to the border fortresses. Is that correct? I see they are mostly active at the lighthouses in the sea. Even if the remnants manage to breach the fortress walls of Os-Nargai one day and cross Selphis, they won’t be able to go to sea because the area outside the sea will already be surrounded by the Crystal People carrying the Death Crystals.” Milo couldn’t help but sigh, wondering what heinous things the conqueror ancestors of these remnants had done back then.

The scheme created by the gods is truly intricate and has a touch of classic brilliance.

Perhaps in ancient times there was no concept of "disrespect" as "sinner," until the conqueror race stepped forward and set an example. From that time on, anyone who had no reverence for God was called a sinner.

Even the Golden Rule in the world of consciousness is defined in this way.

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"Wait, you said that the eternity within the Kingdom of Os-Nargai is made of crystal, and that the time loss will be fully recovered after we leave? Doesn't that mean that as soon as we leave the border, we will return directly to the world of lucidity?" Dirasha realized a problem.

After all, the ritual summoning lasted only a few tens of minutes, and they had already been in Selphis for more than four days.

"Shouldn't we take care of the people from the Temple of the Golden Law as soon as possible? I mean, who knows how things are going with the Holy Maiden?"

“There is an eternal blessing here, and time is almost frozen, so we don’t need to worry about Daisy’s situation. What we need to do is make our move before the temple emissaries Marston and his men leave Os-Nargay. Once they leave, we will have no chance.” Milo’s thinking became clearer.

To put it bluntly, this trip is all about killing people. The Eternity of Os-Nargai, the Death Crystal, the Legendary Passage, and all that other nonsense are just supplementary information.

The problem now is how to make a move within the city of Serefis and then quickly leave this eternal land.

“Don’t forget that Os-Nargai has a local god in charge, so we might not be able to leave easily.” Milo pointed out the crux of the problem.

“Let’s leave by water using the temple’s ships,” Morgan the tabby suggested, perking up her ears.

Little White Arthur quickly added:
"Of course, that's on the condition that you can take care of Marston and his men."

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On the way to the port with the King's caravan, Milo noticed that, apart from the passing caravans and some local residents who stopped by the roadside to admire the rare sunset, he could vaguely see some furtive cat shadows darting around the streets and alleys.

"You guys have been waiting for this day for quite a while, haven't you?" Milo muttered to himself.

Combining the two cats' suggestion to steal the boat with the large cat squad secretly gathering around them.

Clearly, the cats that have been trapped in Selphs for years are ready to leave.

“Although I’ve never been to Ussa, this place is eternal, with plenty of food and drink. It shouldn’t be much worse than Ussa, right? Are you really willing to leave?” Milo asked this question seemingly casually.

It's not inferior to Uzzah at all; in comparison, Selphis is practically heaven, considering that Uzzah is now a dead city.

However, it seems that the concept of hometown holds far greater weight in the hearts of cats than the meaning of eternity.

“Mr. Pinkerton made up his mind the moment he saw you. This is an opportunity we’ve been waiting for for centuries,” Morgan the tabby said firmly.

The little white Arthur on Milo's left shoulder added, "We don't know what entanglements or past you have with the Golden Law Temple, but at least for now we have a common goal. Our brothers and sisters can help you hold off the king's guards at the port, but before we leave, we hope you can help us deal with the Crystal People in the surrounding area."

“Avoiding that death return, right?” Dirac looked at Milo, his eyes asking—what are you planning to do?

Milo blinked: "Actually, the King's Guard isn't a big problem for us. We can easily handle this operation on our own..."

Then he shrugged and changed the subject: "But why not? I'm already hated by the most horrible dog in the universe, I can't lose the friendship of the cats too, right? Besides, one of you guys named Marshall has helped me a lot, and favors... no, cat favors have to be repaid."

Have you ever seen a cat smile?

……

...

King Kurans and the temple messengers, surrounded by a group of priests and headless fat guards, entered a secluded corner of the port of Serefis.

Evening has not yet ended, and the shimmering light in the sky is at its weakest. Only a dim and gloomy orange hue remains above the clouds. If it weren't for the numerous fishing lights in the harbor, it would be difficult to even distinguish where the boundary between land and sea is. One might easily slip and fall into the water.

The sound of waves lapping against the salty, damp breeze mingled with the songs of drunken sailors on the decks of surrounding ships, as the sailors on their long voyages enjoyed a brief respite ashore, savoring crisp, fresh fruits and vegetables, clean fresh water and pure rum, and the sweet girls of Selene…

The harmonious and joyful atmosphere perfectly concealed the king's travels.

And no one even noticed that in a secluded corner of the harbor, hidden by a massive reef, a ship from the shattered floating city was being surrounded by hundreds of furry little creatures. ...

While everything was being secretly and meticulously planned, Milo and Dirac sat in the more bustling part of the harbor, cloaks draped over their shoulders.

Just meters below their feet were waves crashing against the rocks.

The sound of singing could be heard from the surrounding merchant ships.

Pinkerton, possibly the oldest fat orange cat in town, had somehow appeared beside Milo and Dillashaw.

It also brought them a small half-bucket of undiluted rum.

The two men grabbed wooden ladles and scooped wine from the bucket to drink, briefly immersing themselves in the joyful atmosphere of the harbor at dusk.

The sailors who were singing and dancing on the deck knew that once the celestial light returned, they would have to pack up and return to port, and begin to endure months of unclean fresh water, oat stew without a trace of oil, and festering sores on their legs and feet.

The women knew that after dusk, they had to return to shore and could only taste the "flavors" from the outside world again when the next merchant ship entered the port. During this time, they could only make a living by working odd jobs in the port's shops and taverns.

Whether they were sailors or prostitutes, they could only try their best to forget the dull life after dusk and immerse themselves in this moment of pleasure.

After dusk, everyone will return to the most dull and monotonous life.

It seems that their weariness with their current lives has translated into the frenzy they display at the banquet.

...

But not everyone is like that.

While others were also savoring the joyful atmosphere of the moment, one person... well, one cat, remained unusually calm.

The men and women on the deck were returning to a mundane life after dusk, but what awaited them was death.

Chief Pinkerton was probably the only cat who couldn't leave Selphs alive.

Looking at the old, fat orange cat in front of him, who was hugging a wooden wine barrel and had half-closed eyes, Milo suggested, "Actually, you can stay here."

But after saying that, Milo felt stupid.

With his Shadow's senses, Milo had already sensed on the very first day he met Pinkerton that the old chieftain must have been seriously injured in the Battle of Uthar, and that the Spectre army besieging Uthar had not shown any mercy to the old man.

When Pinkerton successfully arrived in Selphus with his remaining young offspring across the ocean, he was already on his deathbed. It was the "eternity" of Selphus that allowed him to linger on until now.

Eternity froze all its wounds, preventing them from worsening.

But the pain from the injury never subsided.

Even sitting next to Milo, one could feel the excruciating, knife-like pain in his body.

During this long, seemingly endless period, Pinkerton relied on various high-alcohol beverages to get through it; perhaps the alcohol numbed his nerves and relieved some of his pain.

...

The presence of the old chief Pinkerton at the port suggests that he too has decided to depart.

However, even if Milo successfully destroyed the Death Crystal in the sea as planned, without the "death return" from the crystal, Pinkerton would not be able to survive.

Because once he enters the normal timeline, his injuries will begin to deteriorate rapidly, and death will come soon.

In other words, it was destined to leave before it even entered Selphia; it was eternity that held back the pace of death.

And silently enduring this long period of suffering, all for the sake of waiting for a chance to return to Usa, or more accurately, to secure a chance for its juniors to return to Usa, because it, the cat itself, was destined never to see the city of Usa again...

Now, it may have the chance to witness firsthand the group of younger generations it brought back successfully leave the imprisoned city of Serefis, but at the cost of its own life.

But that's perfectly sufficient.

...

Pinkerton made the decision with remarkable calm.

Although the port was dimly lit at dusk, Milo was certain that the old orange cat next to him, clutching a barrel of wine, had a smile on its face.

Have you ever seen a cat smile?

(End of this chapter)