Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 530 The Transaction Site
Life will find its own way.

But sometimes, merely surviving is not the best option.

Milo has seen similar situations many times.

It seemed that he had no control over the departure of those people.

Just as Joan Byrne of the temple said, he was always a witness to tragedy and could not change anything.

But Milo doesn't entirely agree with that statement.

Because some people's departure cannot be called a tragedy; at least for the departed, it is a perfect interpretation of their life. Just like the Nanwei people's open-minded interpretation of death—death is a definition of life.

Of course, sometimes being too magnanimous can make onlookers feel even sadder.

Just like the old chief's calm at this moment.

For it, today is not much different from the more than 90,000 days it spent in the taverns of the port of Selefis.

……

...

The two people and the cat quickly finished off half a barrel of rum.

Unlike the past four days, this time the main drinkers were Milo and De La Shaw, while old Pinkerton only took a few small sips and didn't drink any more.

Perhaps it hoped that it could witness its offspring's safe departure from Selphus while still in a conscious state.

Even without the effects of alcohol, the pain and injury in his body become more pronounced.

...

Dusk was drawing to a close.

Brighter streaks of light were beginning to appear on the distant horizon.

At the edge of the harbor, the cats sent out coded messages, informing Milo that King Kurans and Marston and the others had boarded the ship, and that the encirclement by the cat army had been closed.

Milo turned to Pinkerton beside him, and asked with a hearty laugh:
"Why don't you take command, Mr. Pinkerton? I know this battle might be a bit small-scale, but there are a few members of the royal family on board, what do you say?"

Pinkerton, swishing its fluffy tail, slowly raised its paw, pulled off an old metal amulet pendant hanging around its neck, and handed it to Milo:

"After you've helped us so much, could I ask you for one more small favor? I'd like this little thing to be kept by Marshall in the conscious world."

Milo took the small pendant from Pinkerton: "I'll pass it on to him."

Perhaps the cat family doesn't possess any sophisticated alchemical skills. The pendant itself has no special shape; it's more like a natural metal block engraved with text or totems, nothing more.

After Milo put away the pendant, Pinkerton, who always sat slumped around looking old and frail, suddenly stood up and said to Milo with utmost solemnity:
“Mr. Valrokan, the cats will forever remember this friendship with you.”

……

...

"It seems that the floating city and the Os-Nargai clan will remember me forever."

Milo muttered to himself as he removed the cloak that concealed Shadow's body and easily disappeared into the darkness of dusk.

Soon after, fires broke out on several ships in the harbor, which had been filled with harmonious rhythms.

The songs and laughter on the sea were quickly replaced by screams and cries for help.

The burning ships quickly alerted the guards at the nearby port, who swiftly organized a team to board small boats and fight the fire.

But at that moment, a fierce wind and waves suddenly swept across the sea.

The group of port guards, who had boarded a boat to leave the shore, sat in their small boat and drifted further and further away on the sea, no matter how hard they paddled. The scene was both comical and absurd.

All of this was part of the cat squad's battle plan. It's clear that even the cats, who are strong enough to tear demons apart with their bare hands, always have a touch of "mischief" and "pranks" in their fights.

……

Of course, another effect of the fire was to drive away irrelevant people who had gathered on the decks of many ships to drink.

After all, the upcoming battle had nothing to do with the merchant ship sailors and the women, and the cats didn't want to see any accidental injuries.

...

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the royal entourage.

The headless fat guards, carrying half-body-long curved swords, effectively sealed off the secluded harbor behind the reef.

Meanwhile, on the golden sailing ship moored amidst the heavy encirclement, King Kurans and the temple emissary Marston and others had just opened the first chest to test the purity of the uncontaminated crystals brought by the temple team.

There were dozens of boxes stored in the ship's hold.

The box itself is made of a special type of raw stone, which has excellent sealing properties.

The sudden turbulence of the sea caused the cabin to rock, but neither King Kurans nor Marston paid any attention. Even when they heard screams and cries for help outside, King Kurans simply waved his hand calmly and said:

"Don't worry, it's common for those drunkards at the dock to break oil lamps and set their own boats on fire. Just leave it to the guards over there to handle. Let's just enjoy these gifts from the gods."

King Kurans quickly rubbed his hands on his morning robe, then carefully took out an unprocessed crystal from the box.

These substances, which have not yet come into contact with any death factors, are now pristine and radiant, able to emit a dazzling and holy light even in the dimly lit cabin.

"Good good..."

After confirming the quality of the crystal, King Kurans said "good" several times in a row.

"Then I'll keep your Black Blade Assassin's forced entry into the forbidden area a secret for now. The other gods of Kadas will definitely not know about this for a hundred years. I'll reopen the legendary passage later to let you enter the forbidden area to carry out your business."

Then, a kind smile appeared on King Kurans's face, which was covered with a white, curly beard, as he added:

“Os-Narguey will always be a friend of the Golden Tree.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the holy fluorescence from the crystal that had filled the cabin was suddenly replaced by a more dazzling and intense golden light, which made King Kurans's shadow "fiercely" imprinted on the cabin wall.

King Kurans was a little confused. He turned around in a daze and found that the beam of golden light behind him came from Marston's staff.

And the staff was now pointed at another shadow inside the cabin.

A black figure that was impossible to see clearly.

……

"Um--"

King Kurans, slow to react, blinked and stared blankly for a few seconds before shouting:

"There are assassins!"

His roar, accompanied by a step backward, caused him to trip over the box. He stumbled, nearly dropping the crystal in his hand. He swiped it back and forth between his left and right hands, finally managing to land on the floor where the crystal was about to fall, thus saving the pristine crystal of death.

But he couldn't save his old back.

The elderly king let out a feeble wail:
"Ouch, my back..."

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(End of this chapter)