Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 827 Guiding Thoughts
"The tree spirit is gone."

"The young blade is dead."

"The golden kingdom has lost its eternal light."

"The snake people came to our land to show off their power, saying they could help us avenge the blood feud between us."

"Hmph... those worms who only know how to mate think that all the Golden People are fools and no one knows their little schemes."

"The idea that trees and snakes are inseparable has always been a joke."

Gululu…

The tavern owner drank and grumbled.

"In the stories passed down from the older generation, the snake people betrayed the demons of the underworld once, and later betrayed the stars again when they were guarding the territory, killing the strongest blade in history, Isa Kyle."

"There are far too many blood debts that should be attributed to the snake people."

"The Serpent People should have been the enemies of the Golden People."

"Now, the people in the temple have done something stupid, allowing those ugly fellows to freely enter and leave the country."

"Still hoping... uh~ (burps)"

"They're still hoping the snake-man's prince will avenge the young Blade."

"Sigh, am I getting senile, or are they getting senile...?"

“If I were a few years younger, I could still wield a sword and shield. What nonsense about Shadow. They must have ambushed and killed Blade. I can settle this blood feud myself. When did it become the business of those snake people to interfere?”

"I don't understand, I don't understand..."

"I understand it less and less."

"May the falling leaves bring new guidance."

“The tree god couldn’t have abandoned us; something terrible must have happened.”

...

……

The tavern owner, while talking, slumped onto the table and fell asleep, his snoring replacing his string of complaints.

Milo wanted another drink, but he couldn't wake the old drunkard no matter what he did.

He gestured for Rebecca to leave the tavern.

Before leaving, I took one last look at the dusty longsword and shield hanging on the wall. The forging craftsmanship and materials of the items were top-notch, but due to years of lack of maintenance and the numerous battle marks on their surfaces, their only function now was to make the wall look less monotonous.

As Rebecca peeled an orange and casually remarked as she left the tavern:
"Maybe it's true."

“Maybe something is true?” Milo asked.

“Maybe he really was a knight of the temple when he was young.” Rebecca glanced back at the rickety sign at the tavern entrance and read out the name on it: “This… Topria.”

"Who cares, let's go. We don't have any money to pay for the drinks." Milo shook his head, took a slice of orange from Rebecca's hand, popped it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and grimaced from the sourness.

...

That tavern was like a microcosm of the entire golden kingdom.

The tavern owner and the other drunken customers were the golden citizens, lost and hesitant, only daring to complain about their dissatisfaction with reality when they were drunk.

Souls living under the law may generally be happier than those in other civilizations of the Dreamland, but they also have their own unique confusions.

I wonder how the boss will react if he discovers that the culprit who killed the younger generation of Blades is the stranger in front of him.

Perhaps this is the most ironic aspect of the whole story.

The Golden People deeply love the Tree God and the Blade, so deeply that they don't even know what the person they should hate most looks like.

After the Golden Tree fell into the abyss, the Blessed Land was shrinking. All the Spirit Visioners who served the Tree God hid in the temple, including the elders like Lu Kui. They had the ability to punish Milo for his serious crimes, but they dared not step out of the Blessed Land in their true forms, fearing they would suffer the same calamity as the Blade. Moreover, they all had their own ulterior motives.

Those lingering on the outskirts of the blessed land are mostly elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people like the tavern owner, who are willing but unable to do anything about it.

From this perspective, Hastings could be considered a decent man, if not a bad one.

At least he left the blessed land and ventured into the abyss; who knows what he encountered there…

……

Milo's purpose in this trip was to find the Eye of Thinking.

He believed that the Eye of Thinking was also watching him. Although it had not given any clear guidance, at least it had not stopped Milo from coming, which meant that there was still room for negotiation.

...

"Are we just going to barge in like this?" Rebecca was unaware of Milo's plan.

In fact…

“I don’t have any special plans, I’ll just take it one step at a time,” Milo shrugged.

"Can we do it with our strength? I mean, by force," Rebecca asked again.

“That’s probably going to be difficult,” Milo muttered. “Even though the gods are gone, there must still be quite a few high-ranking figures and ancient beings who once gathered under the golden tree. It’s impossible that they all perished in the Blood Moon Cataclysm.” “Then we should at least figure out the exact location of the Eye of Thought, right?” Rebecca said.

Milo raised an eyebrow slightly: "I didn't expect you to be so good at using your brain now."

"What do you mean?"

"No, no, it doesn't mean anything."

...

……

In his earlier years, he had seen many Golden Knights and Black Blade Assassins in other places, but now that he had arrived in the Golden Kingdom, he was met with such a desolate scene, which made Milo feel somewhat disappointed.

Leaving the village, he and Rebecca continued their journey towards the highest point of the Golden Kingdom, where the trees provided shade.

When they reached the higher mountain road, they finally saw some familiar figures from their memories.

To be precise, it was the afterimage of a familiar figure.

It's a bit of a mouthful, but that's really how it is.

From above, one can see huge hoof prints and wheel tracks on the main road leading into the shade of the trees. These tracks emit a faint bluish-green light and shadow, not actually left on the sand and soil, but rather etched and frozen on the timeline.

Milo was no stranger to these marks.

Daisy had used this method to guide him to the worship pit deep underground in the church.

So he took Rebecca and followed the footprints.

Before long, a carriage pulled by two huge elk came into view.

Ahead, a skilled fighter named Black Knife was holding the reins.

But these are all illusions, traces left from the past, not real things.

...

“It was left by Daisy.”

Milo was very certain.

Do you still remember that earth-shattering plan they devised in the world of clarity?

In order to throw the abyss of the lucid world into the dream realm and rescue the Scarlet Witch's half-body body that had been captured by the temple, Daisy, along with the animal alliance consisting of Wendigo and Marshall, took the initiative to summon the temple's messengers to guide them into the Golden Law Temple.

Wendigo, having swallowed the rift, spat it out in some unknown corner of the temple, and Daisy successfully retrieved the half of the Scarlet Witch that had been captured by the temple.

The former has caused the disaster of faith worms to appear everywhere in the dream world where the gods are now lost.

The latter indirectly led to Milo's first major defeat in the Blood Moon Cataclysm.

The causes and effects involved are now completely unclear, but the phantom of the reindeer chariot that appeared before Milo at this moment was undoubtedly the trace left by Daisy when she first entered the temple.

This is what makes the eye of thought so terrifying.

Daisy had already foreseen the scene of Milo and Rebecca attempting to infiltrate the temple back then.

...

"Keep up, keep up."

Milo beckoned Rebecca to catch up with the Phantom of the Moose Cart.

...

at the same time.

On the northern border of the golden land, a convoy carrying countless books traveled thousands of miles around the gravel desert.

The caravan came from the Rus' dynasty, which was located in the border region of the Six Kingdoms.

The princess of this scholar dynasty, who had also been guided by the Eye of Thinking, has now crossed the terrible gravel desert with all her "treasures" and finally arrived at the world where the all-knowing Eye of Thinking resides.

"We've finally arrived."

Princess Rose lifted her cloak, revealing a joyful smile on her serene face.

Besides her delicate face, a dark black cat emerged from the hood of her cloak.

The princess ordered a thorough half-day rest in place.

Then, with immense affection, he picked up the cat and rubbed it affectionately.

"Thanks to lovely Marston, otherwise we would have died in the wilderness long ago and would never have made it this far."

...

Cats are very proud and aloof animals.

No matter how soft and smooth the princess's hands were, no matter how adorable her face was, it wouldn't give her any face at all. No matter how much she petted it, it would dodge in the opposite direction, always wearing a sour face, unwilling to provide any emotional value.

He even spoke coldly:
"I'll say it one last time, my name is Marshall, not Marston!"

(End of this chapter)