Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 574 The Raven's Deployment

Then some very new discoveries were made.

Milo discovered that the indigenous people on the reservation were not so pure. Why? Among the many old, decaying, and tormented souls, there were a few who seemed out of place. Although these people wore clothing with obvious indigenous characteristics, they were not indigenous.

Why is Milo so sure?

Because all the fears he collected in his little flask could be traced back to the souls from which they originated, but the number of fears did not correspond to the number of souls on the reservation.

This indicates that someone was catching fish during last night's ceremony.

It's possible that not only last night, but these few people lurking among the indigenous people probably never seriously recited the incantations about R'lyeh during the ritual, and they might not even have made the mouth movements, because their souls do not carry the slightest bit of fear caused by the ritual.

There's a mole inside.

...

Before dawn, Milo remained in the shadows as he walked into the indigenous village deep within the reservation.

They approached the moles without anyone noticing.

There were three people on the other side.

As the natives, under the chief's command, removed the disoriented tribesmen from around the altar to prepare materials for the next night's rituals, the three furtive individuals hid in the dense forest for a very brief exchange.

They first took the earplugs out of their ears.

They then skillfully checked each other's pupils and mental state, and asked a few simple questions.

It seemed that to prevent themselves from being influenced by the ritual's content, they had been staring blankly all night, even their ears were plugged.

The specters who hovered over the forest of Iloa that night probably never imagined that while they were monitoring the natives' contact with R'lyeh, there were three traitors hiding beneath their feet, simultaneously monitoring both the natives and them.

"Very good, keep up this pace. Remember, there can be no moment of carelessness."

“Remember, in order not to alert those spirits, the sir has withdrawn almost all his personnel from this peninsula, so if something happens to us, no one can provide assistance.”

"But now we can be fairly certain that there are a total of eight spirits, so why haven't we received instructions for the next step?"

"Just keep an eye on things unless you give instructions. You don't need to worry about it so much."

"To be honest, have you guys felt anything strange these past few days, especially last night? Even with my ears plugged, I could still hear some noises coming from the direction of the coast."

"I felt it too! I thought it was just my imagination."

“Why don’t you guys continue your stakeout tonight? I’ll go check out the coastline. Could it be that these indigenous rituals really are working…”

"Don't do anything reckless. No matter how well you pretend, you'll definitely give yourself away under the watchful eyes of eight spirits. Our safest place is among the crowd around the altar... If you really want to find out, we can go to the beach after it's completely light. To be honest, I did hear some noises, or rather, tremors, coming from the coast last night."

"But the noise disappeared after dawn, didn't it?"

"Then rest assured and maintain your mental state. Have you forgotten what Mr. Raven said? Our biggest enemy in this operation is not in the sky or the sea, but our own drowsiness."

"I understand. Then let's just not go looking for it and go back to our tents to sleep."

"agree."

……

...

After a brief meeting and discussion, the three returned to their respective tribe tents at different times. Milo stood with his back against a tree trunk, about two meters away from the three, listening to the entire story.

"Hmm—no wonder I didn't see a single hunter after landing on the island; they must have left on their own."

At first, Milo was also quite puzzled, unsure of what that old Raven was up to...

Until the three hunters lurking in the reservation were discovered.

They are purely low-level hunters, not spectators like Monquia, and it is precisely because of this that they can perfectly infiltrate right under the noses of the dream realm spectators without being detected.

The raven probably can't be called a raven now, because it's clearly playing the role of the oriole.

Clearly, for the past two years, the ravens have been doing nothing more than scavenging ancient ruins and searching for evil texts in the colony, essentially no different from the visionaries in the dream world.

If nothing unexpected happens, this time he's targeting the "Snail Annihilation City Text" mentioned by the eight Spirit Visionists.

For some reason, Raven was unable to retrieve the book hidden deep in the ocean on its own.

It's highly likely that he doesn't possess the spell to resonate with R'lyeh, or some other necessary condition. In any case, he must first utilize these people from the Dreamlands to help him open the gate to R'lyeh, or simply have them find the "Snail City Text" so he can forcibly seize it.

That makes sense.

For example, why do indigenous reservations still exist on the Pohnpei Peninsula, a key piece of land originally occupied by the Solomon Islands, instead of being completely expelled?

Because the Monsis school needs these natives to chant the R'lyeh incantation.

……

After leaving the forest, Milo went straight to the coastline mentioned by the undercover hunter, strolled around the shoreline, but didn't find anything that could make strange noises.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until midnight again."

Milo took out his flask and gulped down the two of them.

The sun was already shining brightly on the horizon.

He suddenly noticed some unusual noises, but they weren't coming from the seabed; they were coming from above the altar where the ceremony had been held the previous night.

Milo turned around, staring at the familiar ripples in the sky in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and revealed a strange smile.

"Um……"

...

This fluctuation is the aura of a visionary.

The reason I say it's familiar is because the Spirit Visionist who reappeared was one of the previous eight people; he had returned.

"I knew these people weren't a united front. They were all on night watch together, yet some of them still had the idea of ​​hoarding the books for themselves. How interesting."

Milo muttered something and moved closer.

Even during the day, the psychic could not see Milo in the shadows. He crossed his legs and moved closer to the psychic projection, basically sitting next to the guy to observe what he was up to.

This game of hide-and-seek is getting more and more interesting.

Was it because it was too short that they blocked me?

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