Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 141 The Miskatonic Basin Theory

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Ini pulled Milo to sit down in a corner of the banquet hall, looking like she was about to get to the bottom of things.

But Milo immediately changed the subject to something else.

"Didn't we agree to discuss matters concerning the Gus Association?"

Milo casually moved two glasses of liquor from the table, gave one to Enid, took a sip himself, and found that it wasn't as good as the whiskey Nero had treated him to that day. He shook his head.
"Not as generous as my boss."

“Why would you suddenly be interested in that kind of thing? People who study the occult are usually seen as freaks or perverts.” Enid was very puzzled by this.

"Hey, can you be a little more polite when you're talking to your shield?" Milo pushed his cup toward the center of the table.

“Alright then.” Enid leaned in to smell the wine in the glass, immediately wrinkled her nose and stepped back, then said to Milo:
"The Gus Society is an internal organization of students. It has no official certification and has not carried out any form of publicity. My contact with this society was purely accidental. Moreover, joining them requires passing a strange test. In other words, they do not accept people who are too rational. On the contrary, the more mystical you are, the more welcome you are. If you have a unique understanding and knowledge of the occult, that's even better, even if your understanding is distorted and wrong."

"Oh, right, there's another story. The first president of the Gus Association was a student at Nanwei Academy, and his name was Gus. That's where the association got its name. It's said that he went to a university in the Miskatonic River basin as an exchange student for a period of time, but he was sent back for some reason. Later, he was even forcibly expelled from Nanwei Academy. Some people say that he encountered some unethical doctrines in Miskatonic, and his values ​​were distorted and no longer accepted by the academic community. In short, there are many different opinions. Of course, these are all things from decades ago and are rumors without any basis."

"Later, Gus disappeared, but the Gus Association continued to exist. It was composed of students in Nanwei City and was dedicated to studying some secret ancient texts, especially those associated with evil legends, such as curses, heretical rituals, and some heretical doctrines that had been eradicated."

Enid went on and on and on.

Milo listened intently: "What are these people trying to do? To worship an evil god? To summon evil spirits?"

"It's not that mysterious. Although their research tends to be strange and mysterious, it's all just out of interest. Rather than pursuing heretical doctrines, it's more accurate to say they're verifying something. The vast majority of members in the association major in geology and paleography. They organize trips to explore and conduct scientific research in ancient towns or ruins, which can be considered putting their knowledge to practical use."

“Archaeology,” Milo said, using a relatively new term for this world.

According to him, archaeology is a profession that only emerged and gradually developed on Earth after the 19th century.

“Archaeology? Hmm…you could say that. They collect ancient folk texts for research and analysis, even verification. It's said that this research was brought back from the Miskatonic River basin by the first president, Gus.” Enid said slowly, resting her chin on her hands.
"Of course, if it's just pure research and recording, there's no problem. But after I joined them, I found that the people there were very strange. They seemed to... seemed to take the twisted and heretical doctrines in ancient texts seriously. This is something I can't understand. They are very rigorous in their attitude towards certain theories, even if those theories sound very absurd to outsiders. I think they are all very strange, which makes me very uncomfortable, so I quit."

"Like religion?" Milo asked.

“No, they despise anything religious, including the Golden Rule Church. The members of the association firmly believe in certain very specific rules, trusting them like physical formulas.” Enid shook her head.

"for example?"

“For example, they believe that when reading certain ancient books, the time limit and cycle need to be strictly controlled, otherwise one will lose their mind. They have even set up a strict table for this purpose, with corresponding reading conditions set for each ancient book or fragment included,” Enid said.

“That’s true. It’s like now, no matter what book I pick up, I’ll fall asleep within ten minutes.” Milo casually remarked, “But speaking of which, they just let you quit like that? Shouldn’t a highly secretive association have a strong desire for control?”

A shy, embarrassed look slowly appeared on Enid's face as she stammered, "..."

“Because…because I don’t know anything. I majored in law, and I know absolutely nothing about geology or ancient writing. I can’t help with anything, and unlike them, I don’t believe in certain academic theories. To me, mysticism is just a collection of stories. So when I submitted my resignation, they agreed immediately, without any hesitation…But I really have been trying to learn! At least I have a basic understanding of Latin.” “I hope you won’t be this useless person in the law enforcement agency next year,” Milo muttered.

“That’s impossible! I still have almost a year. I’m learning all the skills that law enforcement officers need to master. Remember to come to the scene for the law enforcement assessment and watch me shoot a gun!” Inee said, surprising everyone.

"Definitely, definitely." Milo nodded repeatedly. "I will definitely not be absent from such a grand occasion."

……

As the two of them argued back and forth, the banquet hall became increasingly crowded.

The band that had been set up around the venue began playing light and soothing music. The melodious piano music and strings, combined with the gray and gloomy weather without strong sunlight, were indeed more comfortable than being cooped up indoors.

At the banquet, many well-dressed men and women gathered in small groups, holding wine glasses and chatting, their faces beaming with smiles.

However, everyone's eyes kept glancing at Milo and Enid in the corner.

Clearly, although Milo did not arrive in a black trench coat, the York family had already informed most of his identity to the vast majority of the guests present.

A law enforcement officer appearing at a noble banquet is certainly conspicuous.

In particular, the scene of him having a long talk with a noblewoman made many self-important nobles feel extremely ashamed.

……

These hostile gazes converged when Enid's father arrived at the scene.

"Xiao Yi, what's this?"

Milo first smelled a strong tobacco scent, and then turned his head to see the tightly buttoned shirt of a bloated middle-aged man.

The other person's breathing was somewhat rapid, and his large belly looked like it might burst open his shirt at any moment, causing the buttons to pop off into Milo's face.

“Dad, you’re smoking again!” Enid stood up and snatched the cigar from the middle-aged man’s mouth before tilting her head back to introduce him: “This is my dance partner for today. His name is Milo, Milo Valrocan. Little Emma’s brother.”

“Well… let’s talk in private, Mr. Valrocan.”

Enid's father sighed.

I'll resume updating twice a week starting next month.

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