Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 531 Businessman

The main theme is a chaotic and disorganized situation.

The others on the sidelines were on edge, as if a battle of gods was about to break out at any moment, but only King Kurans had a completely different style from the others. As expected of someone who came from the world of wakefulness into a dream, he was always different from ordinary people.

"No! Go fight outside! Really!! Fight outside! Fight all you want at sea, just don't damage these crystals! And don't hurt my people! For Jesus' sake, I'm begging you!!!"

For some unknown reason, the old man King Kurans actually used his own body to block the Death Crystal Box, shouting loudly for Milo and Marston to go outside and fight.

It was clear that although this guy was a bit old, he was still very sharp. After discovering two strange, dark figures inexplicably in the cabin, he immediately guessed the purpose of the visitors.

He truly lives up to his reputation as a legendary figure who traversed the stars and faced the ultimate void before returning safely; he was actually the first person on the entire ship to spot Milo and Dirasha.

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But in reality, neither side in the standoff paid much attention to the old king.

Marston's attitude was very ambiguous. He was quite different from every other messenger from the Temple of the Golden Law that Milo had encountered before. Unlike the knights or black-blade messengers like Jon Byrne, he did not haughtily hurl insults such as "sinner" upon meeting them. Instead, he appeared very calm and composed.

When approached within a few meters by a Shadow Sequence life form, all he did was for his staff to emit a defensive golden light; he didn't even flinch.

It's fair to say that the only person who was truly excited in the entire venue was the old man, King Kurans.

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"Living Shadows? And two of them at that?!"

Marston stared at Milo and Dillah's shadows with an intensely curious gaze, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret, for a long time before shaking his head and saying:
"Oh no no no, there's only one Shadow. You are summoned phantoms. I thought those guys on Mount Kadas were blind. The Shadow's true form has descended and they didn't react at all. Tsk tsk... So what do we do now? We met ahead of time. The temple's order to me is to bring your heads back. If it weren't for my nephew receiving the blessing of the Golden Tree last month, I wouldn't have come all this way to do this dirty work."

"If you were to descend in your true form, I think I would have no choice but to retreat. It's not easy to live to this old age; let the younger generation handle the suicidal thoughts."

"But you are a summoned phantom... um... too tempting, you know what I mean?"

"How about we do a business deal? You finish what you need to do on this trip, then sacrifice yourself and let me give you this summoned phantom under my command. Don't worry, your real body won't die... well, it'll probably only lose half its life. How does that sound?"

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Milo realized that Marston was very different from the Templar Knights and the Black Knife Wielder; he was somewhat neurotic.

In addition to his identity as a clergyman, his royal identity did indeed make him appear more like a secular person, unlike Joan Byrne, a pure clergyman with an almost obsessive stubbornness.

Look at how the Black Blade Messenger does things! He just casually descends from the sky into the restricted area and starts wielding his blade, completely disregarding the only nation guarding the restricted area, Os-Nargue.

Marston, however, was different. He had even prepared his "ticket" for entry in advance, paying respects at the local Emerald Temple, visiting the king, and then gradually advancing his mission through negotiations. In fact, he only began all of this after enjoying a few days of peace and quiet in the port of Selphis. This was almost exactly the route of a traditional maritime merchant, hardly resembling a punisher burdened with the will of the law.

Even when he was face to face with Milo, this "sinner," he put on a "let's talk things over" attitude, which shows that there's a reason he's lived to such an old age.

A silly, foolish girl like Joan Byrne is very likely to die young, no matter how high her starting point was.

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This was the first time Milo had encountered such a seasoned and cunning member of the temple, and he was a little unaccustomed to it.

Of course, Marston was only being polite verbally.

He still wanted to take credit for it, especially after confirming that Milo and Dirasha were just phantoms summoned by the Dreamland believers through ritual. Only then did his hidden wildness begin to show.

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“You know, you can cause as much trouble as you want in the conscious world, but not in the dream world. This place is much more complicated than you think.”

Marston pointed upwards with his finger, lowering his voice with feigned seriousness:
"So many eyes are watching... Something like today—a shadow from the conscious world being summoned to the Dream Realm by its followers—is enough to enrage many people... I mean, many gods. Hmm, I think you understand what I'm talking about. Why did those people on Mount Kadas deprive people like you of the right to dream? It's because they're afraid you'll enter the Dream Realm so easily. And compared to entering a dream, developing followers to carry out summoning rituals is a far more serious crime. Do you know that if this gets exposed, it will accelerate the extinction of those poor wretches in the forbidden zone... Hmm—maybe I'm overthinking it. You probably don't care about their lives. Yeah, who cares..."

“Oh wait… you care a lot, I can see it, you care a lot… it’s unbelievable. Please forgive me, I shouldn’t have used such vulgar language. I mean, it’s so surprising, a shadow with such deep-seated emotions. Even the gods might be surprised by this, right? Is it true? Yes, it is! I can see it in your eyes. You care a lot about those poor wretches imprisoned by the gods. How interesting.”

"If that's the case, I think the stakes I hold will double. Look, for the sake of your followers, those guys in the forbidden zone who committed heinous crimes, you must know what the consequences would be if the gods knew that these little guys are now serving you, right? The descendants of sinners from the old era combined with the shadows of the new generation? I don't even want to think about it..."

"I know what you want to do. Preaching and spreading your faith in the forbidden zone is indeed a good choice, a wise one. Avoiding the eyes of the gods, choosing a race that hates the gods and is in a miserable forbidden land is a wise choice. Perhaps soon you can establish your own territory deep in the forbidden zone, a 'sacrifice site' or a 'shrine' or whatever you want to call it. Anyway, this must be part of your plan, right?"

"So exposing the secrets of the restricted area now is definitely not a good thing for you."

"The good news is that you killed that group of brainless Black Knife assassins. That's definitely good news because now that the Black Knife assassins are all dead, I, the Earl of the Floating City and the Elder Missionary of the Temple, will be able to tell you the stories of the Forbidden Zone at will. You know what I mean."

"So there's absolutely no need for us to make a big fuss. Do you see this staff? It's made from the vines of the Golden Tree. It can bind your will and crush it, taking the remains back to the temple. Everyone will believe you're dead, but the truth is, you only sacrificed your summoned phantom. You can recover after a short rest in the Realm of Awakening. I mean, in your own way, drag out the Old Ones hiding in the Realm of Awakening and devour them, using your guiding witch. It's no secret. In the coming period, the Golden Law and the other gods will no longer interfere with you. You have a very long time to develop your faith community. In fact, if you can pay a satisfactory price, I can even tell you about the existence of several other groups similar to the Forbidden Zone Remnants. Do you understand what I mean? I wish your cult will flourish in the Dream Realm."

"So, what do you think? Isn't my suggestion quite constructive?"

"Oh, by the way, there's something else I think you'll be very interested in: the Eye of Thought has returned to the temple."

"No, you should know about this. Oh, it's something else."

"My dear nephew, the future king of the great floating city, will soon marry the Holy Maiden from the World of Awakening. They will become the greatest couple in the Dream Realm, a union of divine throne and royal throne..."

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(End of this chapter)