Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 568 Iloa Forest

Milo was already very familiar with the hunters.

As for the Solomon gang, they have colonies everywhere, so finding the Raven shouldn't be too difficult, theoretically speaking.

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In fact, everything on the land behind the dock was rebuilt by the colonial army after they moved in. Of course, before that, they had to level the land of the natives before they could build these castles as a fancy cover to cover up their crimes of tyranny, plunder, and inhumanity.

According to the Solomon and the royal family, expansion was a "good deed" that brought the civilization and prosperity of the upper class to barbarian lands.

At first glance, it does seem that way.

Ten years ago, the soil on these islands was covered with only primitive vegetation, but now they even have import and export terminals, banks and other financial institutions.

But all this newness was only for immigrants from the interior and Solomon people.

The living space of the true indigenous people has been compressed to the very edge of the sea, a land with scarce resources that is not worth conquering by force.

The term "racial conflict" ended many years ago.

Because the indigenous people no longer had enough manpower to shake the order established by the Solomon.

Today, this sea area is firmly under the control of the Solomon, becoming the pocket of the entire colony's vast treasure trove.

If we must talk about conflict, it might only be the small groups of pirates roaming the coastal areas.

Of course, the prosperity is just an appearance; the real truth is division and oppression.

Besides goods such as tea, salt, tobacco, and alcohol, the most expensive goods transported on these routes were undoubtedly the piglets.

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"Oh no, get your damn ship off my dock, you damn bastard."

The curses of the managers could be heard from the distant dock.

The reason was that a ship from a Far Eastern country, fully loaded with "Madame Butterfly," arrived at this transit station after months of sailing. The people in the cabins contracted a serious infectious disease, many died, and some even began to rot.

"Damn it, throw the dead ones into the sea, you idiot! Do you want to start a new plague here?!"

"Get out of here! Don't even think about moving a single corpse down here, get out!"

"Boom!"

The dock manager drew a pistol from his waist and fired two shots into the sky, causing the women and girls around him to scream.

“Sir! Sir! We have no choice. This is Sir Raffles’ cargo. If we throw the dead people into the sea and bring them ashore in an empty ship, we will be accused of stealing his goods. That would be worse than dying of illness. Sir, we don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

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By this time, Milo and Rebecca had already entered the town.

In fact, they didn't care about the disputes at the dock.

It wasn't until the owner of the cargo ship uttered the name "Sir Raffles" that this happened.

“Actually, I originally planned to start with the hunters. I heard that hunters are very active in the area deep in the primeval forest, but I don’t know exactly what they are doing…” Milo muttered.

His intelligence primarily came from the law enforcement system, Arden Village, and the aristocratic class led by Sherman. However, no matter which class it was, it was impossible to have a complete grasp of the true situation in the colony, given that it was separated by an ocean.

In fact, without this operation, Milo would never have bothered to learn about the colonies. If Emma hadn't disappeared, he would have been more than happy for Raven and Tutis Crow, these two "own people," to fight to the death in the Far East; after all, whoever died would be a loss for the Monsis School.

The inherent indifference of the Shadow Sequence makes Milo unable to empathize with many ordinary things, let alone remote areas like colonies.

Everything about this place was something Milo recently caught up on.

However, the details he learned were definitely not as detailed as Rebecca's, and that is undeniable.

"Francis Raffles is the leader of the Fourth Fleet under Admiral Kocao. He controls almost the entire archipelago in the southern seas. I mean, all trade routes and mining resources. If you are looking for Raven, he is in the southern region of the colony. You can definitely find him through Raffles."

"You are a clever little butterfly."

Milo habitually took out the flask and took a sip.

Rebecca, however, said coldly, "Don't call me that anymore."

"Because?" Milo raised an eyebrow.

Rebecca didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Do you even want to find the Raven?"

“Of course,” Milo nodded.

“My suggestion is to split up. I’ll keep a close eye on Raffles and force him to talk if necessary, but we can’t alert him. So you should stick to your original plan and start your investigation from the hunters’ side.” Rebecca’s suggestion was to split up.

Milo remained noncommittal, simply considering it silently for a short while.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hold you back,” Rebecca added. “Raffles isn’t a good person, and I know what to do.”

“You said it yourself, and don’t forget what the most basic ability of a Spirit Visionist is: if you really can’t get them to talk, just kill them, bury them, and put up a monument. You know what I mean? Anyway, you said he’s not a good person,” Milo thoughtfully gave a couple of instructions.

“I know that.” Rebecca nodded and continued, “Besides, I believe the person you’re looking for isn’t interested in ordinary wealth, so if there’s anything in the southern part of the colony that would be attractive to him, it’s the Iloa Forest. It’s one of the few areas that Solomon doesn’t fully control right now. It’s located in a canyon on the eastern side of the main continent. You should be able to buy a map to that area nearby, or you can ask Allen for one.”

Milo blinked.

He hadn't expected Rebecca to have thought of so much in such a short time.

Even the general route of action has been planned. He truly lives up to his title as Chief of Law Enforcement.

“Alright, since you’ve arranged everything.” Milo nodded, shaking the wine jug in his hand.

Before she could finish speaking, Rebecca took a thin red cord from her neck, with a silver metal pendant strung on it. The pendant itself had no obvious shape and looked more like a piece of raw ore that had only been drilled and simply polished, about the size of a fingernail.

Rebecca wrapped the thin rope around Milo's wrist several times and then secured it.

"You might need this, but of course, it's best if you don't. Just in case."

Milo was a little confused, but he still accepted the strange metal pendant.

(End of this chapter)