Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 617 Elements
Milo spent the whole day wandering around.

He suddenly realized that he could no longer remember the face of the stranger who had taken shelter from the rain with him that morning.

So wandering around Nanwei City all day would definitely be fruitless.

...

late at night.

Milo returned to the charred top floor of the Rose Restaurant.

The floor was still slightly warm, and even after being soaked in the damp air of Nanwei City all day, it had not completely cooled down. Every inch of the wall was emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

I heard that the Silver Twilight members' ceremony downstream of the canal yesterday was unexpectedly disrupted.

The message was brought back by the law enforcement officers, who had originally headed for the dripping stone, but when they arrived at the scene, they found only some charred skeletons and broken limbs of the Mi-Go creature. The ritual had been disrupted several hours earlier, and it appeared there were no survivors at the scene.

The biggest mystery is that the members who participated in the sacrificial ritual did not die at the hands of bounty hunters; they were torn to pieces in a more thorough way, without even having time to form a complete dripping stone.

In a fleeting moment, prophetic passages from the "Snail City Texts" flooded Milo's mind, as if reflecting the reality of the present moment:
"Time will tell, and humanity will gain freedom and wildness like the Great Old Ones, transcending good and evil, abandoning laws and morality, shouting and fighting, reveling in it. Then, the liberated Great Old Ones will teach them to shout, fight, revel and enjoy themselves in new ways, and the whole earth will be engulfed in the raging fire of ecstasy and wanton slaughter."

……

However, Milo doesn't actually care who disrupted Silver Twilight's ritual for the time being.

What he wants to figure out now is how those strange thoughts from the daytime took over his mind.

Keep in mind that while the lives of everyone else in the building might be irrelevant, it was Enid who was the last to rush into the burning building.

If things continue like this, will even Finn and Kang have to turn to Milo for help and pray in order to receive his salvation?
Is this really just the indifference inherent in those in power?

What about those crazy thoughts and perspectives from ordinary people?

For some reason, Milo always had a feeling.

That is, the arrival of the Blood Moon is not simply about "awakening" the slumbering past. The enormous fireball that is gradually approaching this world seems to have a strange, bewitching, guiding effect, which is not only directed at humans, but also affects those in power, and even shadows like Milo.

Of course, this is just Milo's speculation, and this part is not mentioned in the Snail Annihilation City's teachings.

It could also be because Gherros, who represents the blood moon, has never truly descended, at least not in this world.

...

After standing on the top floor of the Rose Restaurant for a short while, the man with the wings of the Night Demon appeared.

Yan looked down at the charred floors and rooms below and said regretfully, "The noble ladies have lost another good place to dine."

He then looked at Milo and asked, "The person was rescued? I mean, Kent, the one who works at the law enforcement office."

Milo said calmly, "I am, after all, someone in a position of power. No one would think I can't even put out a fire."

"Who knows? That depends on how much water you have." Yan never thinks before he speaks.

"They've been rescued." To accommodate the guy's questionable comprehension, Milo could only answer Yan's question with the simplest and most straightforward language.

"But she seems very angry."

"Why?" Yan asked. "Hmm—maybe she's on her period, or maybe she feels I've let her down, or her beliefs have collapsed, or something like that," Milo said casually, shrugging.

Yan Jian succinctly took over the conversation, saying, "I think the latter is more likely."

“You really are smart,” Milo muttered.

"So what do you plan to do? Shouldn't you take some necessary measures to punish this woman who dared to disrespect you?" Yan asked.

Milo bluntly gave him the middle finger: "That's a plot device that only exists in the pleasure house, isn't it?"

"Oh, right, I guess I got it mixed up. Real life and role-playing scenarios are different, right?" Yan scratched his head of gray hair, a look of realization dawning on his face. Then he shook his head and added:

"What kind of real life do you, Shadow, want?"

“I…” Milo was trying to figure out how to answer the question when he suddenly realized, “Wait a minute, how can you ask such a profound question? Also, shouldn’t you be in the pleasure house living a life of debauchery at this hour? Why are you here discussing life with me?”

Having given himself away, Yan finally grinned sheepishly.
"There was a little mishap, hehe."

"An accident?" Milo raised an eyebrow slightly.

His simple question successfully triggered a series of crazy moves from Yan, the kind that could be turned into a rap if you just added a drumbeat:
"Some bastard kicked me out of the luxury suite at the pleasure house! I'm so angry! I'm furious! He kicked me off the roof, and my ass still hurts!"

"Damn it, once I recover, I'll hang that new bastard's whole family on a golden tree and pour hot oil on them... I really mean it..."

……

At first, Milo was a little curious.

After all, with those enormous chicken wings right behind Yan, how could the mighty Night Demon be bullied by a brothel customer?

But after listening to this guy's string of complaints, I understood. The main reason he was frustrated was that he had been in a state of semi-consciousness for the past few days, which was the time after he had used up a lot of Night Demon power.

In that state, to be kicked off the rooftop of a pleasure house and emerge unscathed with only a sore butt is already incredibly miraculous.

However, Yan only cursed and did not ask Milo to do anything for him. It seems that he should get his revenge himself.

"Speaking of which, you should probably get a new bottle."

Yan's outbursts were sudden, and his cessation of them was equally sudden. His emotional fluctuations seemed to happen without any need for any overreaction, and the topic of conversation changed abruptly. One second he was cursing someone's entire family, and the next he was criticizing the cracked wine jug in Milo's hand.

“You don’t understand, this is called… steampunk.” Milo shook the heavy fear inside the flask.

"Does it have a name?" Yan asked.

Milo thought for a moment, and a word popped into his mind:

"Element Bottle".

……

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(End of this chapter)