Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 756 Tower
It turned out that Yan had also heard the rumors about that dark city, even before Milo.

He heard the news after he had rushed out of the city of the giants.

It turns out that the Eye of Thinking is still functioning; it has been silently watching everything all along.

Unlike in the past, the Eye of Thinking now seems to act on its own will, and its purpose is even more difficult to fathom.

...

"Speaking of which, how did you manage to cripple that snake when you had no Night Demon power left?"

"The rules for exchanging blood feuds are still in effect, right?"

"Is this your reason for tearing my statue's penis off?"

"I figured I'd be leaving soon anyway, so I might as well let these cats give me some strength..."

"Give my penis back."

"Ok."

"You could even just shave your head off, honestly, why do you have to pick that particular part? Are you obsessed with something...?"

"Do you know how I lived during the time when I only had testicles and no penis? Do you understand? You have no idea."

"How could I possibly understand, Daisy?"

"I'm rolling around on the ground!"

"Then you must have developed quite a few calluses."

"Indeed." (Subconsciously scratches his crotch)
...

Instead of getting thoroughly drunk, the two of them sneaked away from Usa.

This is indeed a perfect city. It's not as eternal as Selphus, and the air even carries a faint, indelible stench of blood. But every cat here treats you kindly. They don't worship Milo as a "god" like the Earthshaker of Kalksson or the Winged Sovereign of Salub, but rather as a human being, rewarding him with the finest food, drink, and songs. This is far more sincere than building altars and having the entire tribe worship him, at least that's how Milo sees it.

But no matter how comfortable Usa was, the two of them still rushed to the city of Derasrien overnight to rescue the people.

Sometimes Milo feels very strange.

In other words, what Yan meant was that the kidnapped girl was very important to him, almost like the lamplighter in his memory. But while he said that, he was leisurely drinking his wine and thinking about other miscellaneous things.

What's strange isn't his attitude, but his complete lack of self-awareness.

how to say……

This young Yan bears some resemblance to Milo in his younger days.

Milo, the shadow that is gradually deviating from humanity.

...

That's right, it was Milo who made the decision to rush to Derasrian overnight.

Ussa is located at the westernmost border of the six kingdoms, and there are only two ways to get from here to the southern coast in one go.

One is to ride an ancient dragon.

But Freya is now sprawled out in the oversized cat bed the cats have prepared and fast asleep. Besides, even if she's not drunk, she probably won't be able to transform into her dragon form anytime soon.

Therefore, the second method was the only option.

Riding a cat.

Yes, cats can also run thousands of miles.

The cats of the Dreamland are ruthless. Their claws become sharp enough to tear through the barriers between worlds after they grow up. Their light bodies can leap back and forth in the air. It is said that the cats can even jump to the moon of the Dreamland using only the jumping power of their hind legs.

Whether we can go to the moon is another matter, but jumping to that world-famous port city in the south is a piece of cake.

...

The two cats, one large and one large, carried Milo and Yan respectively, and landed steadily on the hills on the outskirts of Derasrien.

This was only late at night.

Keep in mind that they traversed most of the map of the six kingdoms, crossing Salub and the last kingdom, "Siran," which Milo had not yet set foot in, before finally arriving in Deraslien.

Silan is also the largest and most powerful of the six kingdoms, with the widest territory.

Milo and Yan witnessed firsthand the magnificent lights of the royal city of Silan in the dead of night amidst the towering mountains.

However, it paled in comparison to the truly renowned harbor of Derasrien, which was famous throughout the entire Dreamland.

...

The cat dropped them off on the outskirts of the city and then returned a long way away.

Yan watched the furry creature's silhouette disappear into the distance, its footsteps echoing through the air, and sighed inexplicably:
"Such a ruthless race, I really don't know how Usa was ever defeated back then."

Yes, is it really just those scavenging spirit seers who joined forces?
Milo believes that this group may not necessarily have that much ability.

"So the temples that step in to smooth things over at the very end are the ones who are more capable, aren't they?" he muttered.

"Oh, so in the end the temple smoothed things over?" Yan said with some surprise.

“Yes, didn’t you know?” Milo asked.

Yan said, "I don't know. I heard the story of Usa from the ghouls underground when I was still in the glass jar. They didn't mention the part where the temple intervened to smooth things over."

“It’s alright, none of the parts are as exciting as the part where you were in the jar,” Milo said.

"Too."

...

The city of Derasrien is just ahead.

On the other side of the city lies the vast central ocean. Even though they are still in the suburbs, Milo and his companions can still feel the salty sea breeze.

The unstoppable wind was tinged red by the light emanating from the red tower that stood tall in the center of the city.

This adds a touch of psychedelic mystery to the city of Derasrien at night.

One of the most bustling cities in history, it continues to operate even in the dead of night.

...

The two visitors from the world of lucidity walked on foot and entered Derasrian smoothly through the north passage.

During the journey, Yan would occasionally get restless and ramble on about something unimportant, such as:
"Speaking of which, what exactly is a temple?"

Milo turned to look at the gray-haired guy beside him, stared at him in confusion for a moment, then shook his head, too lazy to pay him any attention.

So this guy knew that the temple forces eventually intervened and ended the conflict in Ussa.

But they didn't know what a temple was.

If he continued to ask, he would only say—the ghoul didn't mention any of that. So Milo chose to change the subject:
"Then you'll at least know this city better..."

Yan said he knew this place very well:
"Of course, what do you need? Perfect gromsfish sauce? Hunter's weapons? Succubus? Male succubus?"

Milo made a shrug, like a Black man spreading his hands, and said expressionlessly, "The girl who was taken away."

"Oh right!" Yan slapped his forehead.

It was as if he had just suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip.

"Alright, alright, let me give you a brief overview of the situation in the city."

...

……

De Lasrien.

The largest port city in the entire western continent, its financial, material, and human resources almost surpass those of the other five kingdoms except for Silan. That's terrifying, isn't it? Keep in mind that it's just a city, while the others are at least settlements or kingdoms.

Of course, this city also has its own history of rise and fall.

For a long time, the main traders in Derasrian City were the Cold Plains people, who traded slaves and rubies in the port and basically held most of the dominant power in the city.

But this city wasn't always so prosperous; like Uzzah, it too suffered calamities. Even the terrifying object resembling the Eye of Sauron hanging atop the central tower had been destroyed once.

Rumor has it that one day, an unknown person used some kind of terrible weapon in the city of Derasrien, almost leveling the entire city to the ground.

The locals, who were still using weapons such as swords and axes, were completely powerless against the terrifying firepower that was beyond their comprehension and were brutally crushed.

The bustling trading city that Milo sees today is actually the result of the reconstruction of order, and the Cold Plains people's dominant rule came to an end in that catastrophe.

...

Of course, Yan did not tell Milo any of this.

The history of this city is written on the ruined stone tablets at the intersection of the city's streets, which is a preserved corner of the city after its destruction.

As for Yan, his deepest understanding of the city of Derasrien was actually limited to the succubi.

...

The streets of Derasrien at night are filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine, which mingles with the scent of spices wafting from the cargo at the docks. The red glow of the towers shining through the thin mist, along with the melodious voices of various women, create a captivating atmosphere.

If the Eternal Kingdom of Selphis is a relaxed and joyful haven, then Derasrien is a cave exuding toxic hallucinogenic gases. Although both are trading port cities, they are the difference between a friendly older sister and a hedonistic old lady.

This is not entirely a subjective feeling.

The red light constantly emanating from that towering building in the city center does indeed have a certain influence on people's emotions and mindset.

Milo could even clearly sense that the red substance hanging on the tower seemed to have some kind of energy-absorbing property.

However, it did not act excessively arrogantly or recklessly. It was as if it possessed intelligence, greedily plundering and exploiting those unsuspecting lower creatures, while showing a wary attitude towards people like Milo…

……

In the darkest, most dimly lit neighborhood, Milo and Yan each wore a crown on their heads.

Milo is a headdress worn by people from the cold plains, while Yan is a lizard mask worn only by people from the gravel desert.

"That way, we shouldn't be easily recognized, right?"

"I think this is unnecessary. Look around, is there anyone on the street who is sober?"

As they were talking, a huge Bernese Mountain Dog stopped in front of them and vomited a bunch of stuff that was even uglier than a Grazia on the ground. Then it blew its nose and continued to stroll forward with a wobbly, drunken gait.

"Even dogs are living a life of debauchery." Yan shrugged.

“Right?” Milo scoffed.

Why hide your face?

Because Milo's portrait has been widely circulated in the North Sea area in the past two days, it is unclear about other circles, but at least the Scavenger Spirit Visioners definitely recognize him as this "great philanthropist".

As for Yan, he was already a top-tier wanted criminal in Derasrian City, especially after he got into big trouble with his mistress.

...

"So, you mean that little fire demon girl told you she wanted something from the top of the tower, and you actually took her up there, only to be intercepted and captured by the tower priests in the city?"

After listening to Yan's simple explanation of the cause and effect, Milo didn't know how to evaluate it.

Yan then gave an irrefutable reason: "Don't look at me like that. Making your loved ones happy is, in my opinion, our duty, you know what I mean? What if Emma told you she wanted to take the jewels off the tower?"

“That makes a lot more sense now.” Milo shrugged, then added, “But I think if she really liked it, she would probably go and tear the tower down herself.”

Yan looked at the floor, pondered for about three seconds, and then nodded repeatedly: "That is indeed more reasonable."

Milo rubbed his hands together: "Then let's find them before it gets dark."

...

……

Twenty minutes later.

The figures of the man in the gravel desert mask and the man in the cold plain crown appeared in the alleyway of the settlement not far from the city center tower.

Therefore, the closer one gets to the tower, the more one can feel the pull that draws in power.

Milo raised his hand to examine the pores on the back of his hand. He discovered that some blood in the tiny blood vessels was faintly being drawn out. A faint crimson mist of blood surged on his skin like waves. As soon as the tower's absorbing power drew them out, Milo's physical instincts pulled them back in, and this happened repeatedly.

"One last thing, assure me that this isn't a trick you use to plunder power, like what happened at Silvertwilight Cottage."

Milo turned to look at Yan: "Hmm? Why are you blushing?"

They discovered that the latter was now in a terrible state. Yan did not have the same physique as Milo. Due to being too close to the tower, a large amount of blood was drawn from his body, leaving his face and body completely red, and even his long gray hair was dyed red.

But he only looked scary; his mental state seemed perfectly normal. After listening to Milo's rambling, he stroked his chin, trying hard to recall, and finally shook his head, asking:
"Which time was it about Silver Twilight Cottage?"

"The time with the twin vampire sisters, the holy water gas chamber?" Milo asked.

"Oh, I get it now." Yan suddenly realized: "No, no, no, it's not what you think. Don't treat Xiao Yan and those vampires as the same thing."

"Xiao Yan?"

"It's the girl we're talking about right now. She just crawled out of the ground like me, and she doesn't have a name yet. She's also a hybrid descendant of the Flame Demon. We haven't decided on a name yet, so... But actually, she doesn't really like the name 'Little Flame.' She said it's like naming a cat 'Little Cat' or a dog 'Little Dog'..." Yan rambled on and on.

"Sounds pretty good, that's a name," Milo muttered.

"She is indeed very good at fighting," Yan nodded.

"Then how did you get caught?" Milo asked. "Are the tower priests of Derasrien really that fierce? Come to think of it, we haven't encountered any particularly scary-looking creatures along the way since we entered the city, apart from drunkards... Okay, I take that back."

Because at that moment, under the red afterglow of the tower ahead, some distorted shadows were slowly approaching.

(End of this chapter)