Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 612 Banquet
The last time Milo was so properly groomed and dressed in a suit seemed to be back when Enid dragged him to Sherman Manor as a shield.

Just like before, this relatively formal outfit was also personally prepared by Enid, a lady of noble birth.

She had a very unique perspective on men's aesthetics, or rather, she knew very well what an ideal gentleman should look like. In short, Milo was dressed quite appropriately.

The bad news was that when she was adjusting his tie, she saw those familiar marks on the skin of his neck.

Fortunately, the clever and resourceful Milo used the pleasure house as a cover to perfectly fool everyone (at least that's what he thought).

The events that occurred at the opera house that night can only be considered half true and half fictional. People did die, but not that many. Most of the audience members, like Enid, woke up in their own beds the next day.

The instigator was none other than the high priest of the Church of Colón.

He was after Kay, just as Daisy had predicted.

However, this guy has already been torn to pieces by Milo, and Kay and Enid are both unharmed, so the matter has come to an end.

Right now, Milo has arrived at that nameless island in the southern sea.

This is the meeting address provided on the invitation to the "Silver Twilight Hut" club.

Those who arrived on the island were all high-society figures from various sectors.

It is said that many of them are top academic experts, and of course, the vast majority are antique collectors. For example, the manager of the Silver Twilight Cottage Club is the well-known local antique dealer, "Canelo Sanford".

...

There is a luxurious manor on the island.

The banquet carpet stretched from the manor's inner courtyard all the way to the beach, filled with elegant gowns and human flesh hidden inside them.

Although it differs somewhat in nature from gatherings of the local aristocracy in Nanwei, its level of luxury is in no way inferior, given the significant overlap between the circles of wealthy merchants and nobles. If there is any difference, it's probably the stronger commercial atmosphere.

Instead of the traditional live band that sets the mood at banquets, a stage was set up in the center. However, the stage was not decorated like an opera house, because its purpose was not for performance, but rather a "display method" that was more in line with the nature of the Silver Twilight Club.

This includes, but is not limited to, new discoveries made during geological expeditions and the academic discussions that follow; exhibitions and auctions of antiques that exceed historical understanding; and displays of emerging scientific research products.

For many impoverished researchers who feel their talents are going to waste, the steps of that stage are the most direct way for them to realize their life's value and ideals. As long as they gain the approval of Silver Twilight Hut, they can freely showcase their life's research and development. Most importantly, the audience below the stage consists of big shots with huge sums of money.

It is said that at the previous Silver Twilight Gathering, someone showcased a research and development product called "Electric Chair." Unfortunately, the technology was not yet mature, and the equipment malfunctioned during the demonstration, resulting in the developer and a death row inmate being electrocuted on stage.

So Milo can probably understand why the Silver Twilight Cottage Club sent the invitation to Emma.

Milo, who was intimately familiar with the development of human civilization in another corner of the universe, knew all too well the significance of nitroglycerin—it was something that could change the world.

Of course, he could probably picture Emma blowing up the Silver Twilight Cottage Club along with the entire island.

Evil cults like Silver Twilight, with their multiple attributes, possess both power and wealth, and their desire for knowledge is equally strong.

In summary, it's about occasional recklessness and frequent but occasional folly.

……

However, Silver Dusk Cottage differs significantly from the rest of the world's evil cults.

For example, they are not poor.

It's not a weakling either (refer to a church that was wiped out by the outstanding villagers of Yaden Village).

The key is--

"They do not have a fixed Outer God or Old Ones to worship."

The person who said this stood behind Milo with his back to him, holding a wine glass in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket. He was also dressed in a suit but without a bow tie or necktie.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Milo slowly revealed an expression that could be described as "Uh—".

About twenty seconds later, Milo:
Why are you speaking with your back to me?

"Don't you think this feels like a secret agent rendezvous?" the other person replied. "But you have cheese cream on your face."

"Damn it, I shouldn't have stolen food..." (Quickly wipes it clean with his fingers and then wipes it on the tablecloth next to him)

...

……

Because the content of their conversation might be too explosive for those not present, they chose to sit in the most secluded and darkest corner of the banquet hall.

"So what are you doing here? Tired of the pleasure house?"

Milo looked at Yan, who was dressed in a very respectable manner, with great confusion.

Yan lit a cigarette with practiced ease and then said, "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm the kind of animal who uses my genitals as a compass? In heat 24/7? That's too stereotypical. Don't be so simplistic. If it weren't for important business, do you think I would want to come to a place like this? But I'm really tired of the pleasure house. Could you ask that old hag from the Sherman family to develop some new projects?"

“…” Milo narrowed his eyes:
"Business?"

"You'll see in a minute." Yan waved his hand: "It'll be pretty much the same thing you did before."

"You mean killing your own son in a one-on-one fight?" Milo asked.
"I'm referring to the matter of you rescuing Emma!" Yan was a little exasperated.

Milo thought for a moment, then changed to a more serious tone and said, "Yan, the dead cannot be brought back to life, Aya is already..."

"What Aya?" Yan suddenly realized that he had not followed Milo's train of thought.

Milo paused for a second, then quickly regained his composure: "Never mind what I said."

The most outrageous thing was that Yan didn't even bother to think about why the name sounded so familiar, but simply changed the subject:
"Speaking of which, what's going on between you and that woman in your family?"

"What? What's going on?" Milo thought Yan was going to come up with that "Apricot Hairstyle" theory like Enid did.

But as it turns out, Mr. Yan has his own unique set of insights that are not the same as those of others.

"Isn't it obvious?" Yan spread his hands: "The way he looks at you, the tone of his voice, the way he sits—all the signs point to one thing."

"What is it?" Milo asked.

“She’s already in the rain,” Yan replied very seriously and firmly.

Milo pondered for about 0.5 seconds, then turned to Yan and asked, "Rain Man, how did you manage to forget who Aya is while remembering the word 'rain' so clearly?"

"I see, you're changing the subject." Yan revealed what he considered a cunning smile.

“This wasn’t even the topic from the beginning,” Milo said.

"So what was the initial topic of conversation?" Yan asked.

Before Milo could answer, he blurted out, "Oh, I remember now, it's a cheesecake, on the table to the right of the stage. It tastes really good."

Milo rubbed his temples: "So you came all this way just to steal someone else's cake?"

"Of course not." Speaking of the cake, Yan picked up the mirrored cutlery knife from the table, checked his face to see if there was still cream on it, and admired his handsome face reflected in the knife as he said, "I told you, it's similar to what you did before. I'm here to save people this time."

Milo took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, smelled it, then shook his head, put the glass down, took out the cracked flask from his pocket, and asked Yan:

"So you also found a sister who isn't related to you by blood?"

"No." Yan shook his head.

"I found two sisters who are not related by blood... Well—they can be considered sisters in terms of age... To be honest, I don't know their exact age, but they are definitely older than me."

"Vampires?" Milo shook his head, clearly afraid, and said they were Deep Ones.

Fortunately, the power within the unorthodox trioctahedron only affected Yan's thinking to a certain extent, but did not change his obsession with apricots.

(End of this chapter)