Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 136 Conditions
“Honestly, if you’re really interested, maybe I can help you find out,” Enid suddenly suggested.

"Such a good thing?" Milo raised an eyebrow.

“As you know, Nanwei City is a large city. Including the Law Enforcement Academy, there are four colleges here. The total number of students in all grades is quite terrifying. Many associations have been spontaneously formed among them, including gathering places for enthusiasts of the occult,” Enid explained.

“It seems like even the strangest people can find kindred spirits, right? You’re one of the members of that association?” Milo muttered.

“I used to, but then they got too wild, so I quit. Of course, the main reason was that I was about to enter my fourth year and didn’t have much time to participate in their activities anymore,” Enid said earnestly. “I want to get into law enforcement.”

"To be a law enforcement officer?" Milo rested his chin on his hand, looking at the cute girl in front of him. He found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't picture Enid in a black trench coat; all he could picture was Catwoman...

“Yeah, right! Otherwise, why would I major in law? Would I be bored?” Enid seemed to sense the doubt in Milo’s tone, so she slammed her hand on the table to show that she was not joking.

"Tell me about this strange association of occult enthusiasts."

Milo cleverly changed the subject.

Enid gave Milo a resentful look: "Gus, the association's name is Gus. I haven't been in contact with them for over a year. If you really want to learn more about the Fenich Manuscript, I can try to contact someone in the association for you."

Milo touched his nose.

He recalled what Emma had said to him yesterday and asked with a half-smile:

"And what are the conditions?"

"My clever little brother, no wonder you share the same blood as Emma; you've both inherited some of her intelligence." Enid chuckled and patted Milo's messy hair, saying:

"On the condition that you accompany me to a banquet."

Milo realized he really needed to correct Emma and Enid's bad habit of touching their heads.

He blinked: "A banquet?"

Enid nodded and said, "Yes, you can think of it as a social event on a larger scale than a family gathering... Hey, what's with that disappointed look on your face?"

"I originally thought it would be something like selling one's body..."

"Get lost, I hate you!"

……

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Quiet down! The library isn't a place for you to do that kind of thing."

The door to the meeting room was knocked on several times by someone outside.

"Ah, no, we didn't..." Enid was about to stand up and open the door to explain.

Milo replied even louder, "No problem, we're done."

As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to pack his things.

“No!” Enid grabbed Milo. “It’s not over yet. There are still many details about the banquet that you need to remember.”

At that moment, the administrator's quiet muttering could be heard outside the meeting room door:
"Wow, girls these days are so sexually driven..."

Inside the house, Enid's face darkened.

...

……

Milo ended the conversation early, retrieved his revolver from the librarian, and left the library.

Enid only had time to give Milo a general overview of the banquet's schedule.

What surprised Milo somewhat was the social class of Enid's family.

She was actually from the aristocratic class.

However, Enid's family is rather special.

Do you remember the Confiscation Law we mentioned before? The new Confiscation Law after the reform stipulated that nobles convicted of treason would be removed from their seats in both houses of parliament and stripped of their hereditary titles, but they would not lose their noble status.

That's the situation in her family.

However, the person in the family who committed the serious crime was already Enid's great-grandfather, and the story is very old, dating back to the last century.

As for the so-called banquet.

In reality, these were just some routine social gatherings and meals among the aristocratic class.

Such events typically serve the purpose of bringing together the leaders of various families to discuss business matters or family marriage arrangements.

Oh no, marriage alliances between nobles should also be considered part of the business.

Anyway, it's that messy thing.

Enid probably knew that she would be arranged to meet some unfamiliar people of her age at the party, ostensibly to get to know each other.

That's why I'm so eager to find a male companion to go with me.

Simply put, it means a shield or shield.

……

Milo didn't care much about this matter and didn't bother to consider what identity he should have at the aristocratic banquet.

He is currently more concerned about the Fenich manuscript.

The witch explicitly stated that reading theories from evil texts can help develop clairvoyance, and similar methods include searching for ancient writings or totems of the Old Gods and making contact with obscure creatures.

And the most impractical method—to kill and plunder other Visionaries.

The latter methods are all too far out of reach for Milo at this stage.

Ancient script? No, Milo would never do something only a madman like Raven would do;
Hidden creatures? Never even heard of them;

Other psychics? Milo is trying to avoid them.

In conclusion, the only remaining clue is the evil text.

Whether for the sake of his missing colleagues in the office or for his psychic abilities, Milo needs to find out the truth about the Finich manuscript.

It's important to understand that the potential crisis isn't just the psychics in other corners of the world, but also the hound whose name is unknown, and the calamity caused by the blood healing spell that might erupt much further in the future. Both the raven and the red witch mentioned this, so Milo naturally couldn't ignore it.

On the way back to the law enforcement office, Milo kept a close eye on the surrounding corners of the street for any figures in red robes.

He still had many questions he wanted to ask the witch.

Unfortunately, they didn't find any trace of the other party.

Back at the law enforcement office, Milo sat at his desk for a while, then suddenly felt an intense itch on the wound on his shoulder, so he went to the medical room again.

After the surgeon in the medical room cut off the bandage on Milo's shoulder, he adjusted his glasses and brought his face close to the wound, observing it for a very long time.

"Is the wound infected?" Milo asked.

The other person wore an incredulous expression, frowning and pondering for a long time.

It was as if they hadn't heard Milo's question at all.

Seeing the constipated look on the other person's face, Milo had a bad feeling and anxiously asked:
"So what's going on?"

……

After a long pause, the doctor finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"No, the wound has completely healed."

(End of this chapter)