Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 868 The Infiltrator Among Infiltrators

After the gods lost their way, many places in the Dreamland became easy prey, such as the peripheral areas that the temples had no time to manage, the abandoned southern region, and the city of a thousand pillars right before our eyes.

Milo never expected that he would run into his mortal enemy when he came to pick up his child from school. There were many of his mortal enemy's followers infiltrated inside and outside the city, and it seemed that they had been planning this for many years, possibly even before the Blood Moon event. How could Milo have the nerve to interfere with their efforts?

We should at least wait until they're about to finish before getting involved, right?

Having made up his mind, Milo wasn't in a hurry to leave with Kai. In order not to alert those hiding in the shadows, he simply did nothing and quietly stayed in a corner, watching every little thing in the City of a Thousand Pillars.

At the level of Shadow, a superior being doesn't even need to deliberately hide himself, and it's difficult for ordinary beings to detect his presence.

Unlike before, Milo's belief system now accepts the complexities of human nature submitted by his followers, and his outward appearance no longer easily evokes panic like that of ordinary superiors.

The limited understanding of those in lower positions should have led them to perceive the incomprehensible creatures as grotesque and terrifying creations. However, what the Ilan people "saw" Milo on the streets of the city was nothing more than a gluttonous fellow human squatting by the roadside eating.

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But doing nothing doesn't mean you really do nothing.

Sometimes, the laws of nature tend to push things in strange directions.

For the past few days since entering the city, Milo has been wandering the streets and alleys, frying, boiling, and cooking in every way imaginable. He has tried all sorts of ways to cook the protein-rich, bursting sandworms, and these past few days, his burps have all had that authentic Yilan flavor.

He thus satisfied his appetite while quietly observing the subtle changes in the city.

Almost every creature that infiltrated the City of a Thousand Pillars was silently locked onto by this superior being within his field of vision.

From the highest-ranking scholars in the academy to the street vendors in the city, and even some native Ilan people, a seed representing an ancient will has already taken root deep in their minds, waiting for its opportunity.

As for what the people in the academy were thinking, Milo had no idea. He only knew that in that magic-filled academy, the higher-ups were aware of these hidden dangers lurking in every corner, but for some reason, they didn't take any major action.

Has the tough spirit of the Ilan people, who once fought against Mount Kadas, degenerated over the years?

"Hard to say, hard to say~"

Milo crunched on the crispy sandworms, his mouth full of purple juice, which even filled the gaps between his teeth.

After taking one bite, his expression suddenly changed, and all his facial features twisted together.

"Boss! Why does one of them smell bad!"

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So, grumbling and cursing, they went to another place.

Milo had grown tired of the various colored sandworms that were a local specialty these past few days, so he decided to try something different. He set his sights on another ingredient that was neither quite a worm nor quite a worm, a desert plant that also burst with juice, and prepared it in various ways, including frying, boiling, and cooking.

However, he gradually discovered that the magic academy was not completely ignoring these treacherous infiltrators. Although on the surface they did not see any targeted measures, in reality they were using their own methods against them, planting some infiltrators among those infiltrators who served Illan.

They're playing spy games here.

Why didn't the academy arrest all the lurkers they discovered? Naturally, it's because they hadn't found all the lurkers yet. If they alerted them, those hiding deep inside might never be caught again.

Why are the outside infiltrators hesitant to act? The reason is quite simple: they haven't cleared out the traitors within their own ranks, so they dare not act rashly.

Ultimately, however, the lurkers within the city, and the lurkers among them, plotted and protected the very wall that separated the city from the outside world. That's the power of the Dream Weavers; if they say no entry, then even the Shadow Gods cannot get in.

If it weren't for the tiny doll that Milo was wearing on his waist, he would have been stuck outside the city, staring blankly.

Ilan's wall seems to have some connection with the power of the stars in the sky. The secret is probably hidden deep within that magnificent academy, which is also the target of the infiltrators for many years.

But for Milo, simply waiting like this wasn't a good idea.

What if the Yilan person plans to linger with that other person for hundreds of years? Then, should they pick up the child from school or see the child off at their deathbed?

Moreover, Yilan City is located in the center of this vast Gobi Desert, surrounded by scarce resources. The only food available is the few kinds of ingredients found underground: various insect eggs and tasteless succulents. Even if you fry, boil, or cook them in different ways, they will lose their flavor after ten days or half a month, and you will get tired of them.

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"Boss! Another one's rotten! Can't you guys be a little more careful when you're picking out ingredients? I spent all night cleaning them up last time I went back!"

Milo frantically patted the shop on the street. The Ilan man came out and apologized profusely, took away Milo's half-eaten sandworms, and replaced them with a new one.

So, if the owner's shop is so poorly run, why doesn't Milo just find another shop? Is he afraid that in such a big city like Ilan, he can't find a place that cooks with care?

That's because the unassuming, thin, and weak middle-aged boss in front of him was one of the undercover agents.

Well, they're just infiltrators among infiltrators; in other words, they work for the Ilan Magic Academy.

The old man was on tenterhooks because the spies in the area had recently discovered that there was a mole within their ranks and were frantically searching for him.

...

A short while later, a new plate of sandworms was served.

At this moment, a few other unremarkable new customers entered the restaurant. They found a corner seat and sat down. One of them pretended to chat with the owner and order food.

But every word they said reached Milo's ears without a single mistake.

These guys are the infiltrators, followers of the ill-intentioned superiors outside the city.

As soon as they arrived, a single bead of sweat appeared on the boss's forehead, but that was all.

I was thinking that if we were really exposed, I would just take them all down with me...

The next second, the other party leaned closer and whispered something at a frequency that other creatures couldn't detect:
"The mole has been eliminated!"

"what?"

The boss's expression was priceless.

Outside the shop, Milo, engrossed in his meal, had an expression on his face that was even more interesting than the owner's.

Where did that guy outside the city find such a bunch of idiot believers? He's turned a spy movie into a comedy.

(End of this chapter)