Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 983 One Hundred Thousand Whys

"No, these two are thugs."

Milo walked up and patted the door frame of the doghouse.

The original intention was just to knock on the door and wake up the two inside, but the doghouse just collapsed like that.

"Eh?"

Being woken up by snow is not a pleasant experience.

Fortunately, Byrne, who was clad in armor and had a tall stature, took on most of the burden.

...

"Fuck you!"

Mabel was completely overwhelmed when she was woken up by the snowflakes.

He immediately tried to strangle Milo and take him down with him.

Byrne, on the other hand, calmly squatted down beside him, clearing away the snow and ice piled up on the ground, trying to rekindle the extinguished fire, his emotions perfectly stable.

Freya, on the other hand, acted as a peacemaker, patiently trying to mediate the situation.

"Forget it, forget it, let's not fight."

...

"What the hell kind of shit world did you create?! Are you trying to freeze us to death here?!"

"I'm done playing! I'm going back to Yilan! Fuck you!"

Fortunately, although Mabel was angry, she did not use star magic. She just pulled and tugged at the air like a shrew, and most of her attacks were just verbal.

Milo shrugged:
"Hey, calm down, okay? You're the oldest, yet you're the most impulsive. Look at these two young people next to you, they're so calm. Honestly."

Freya: "?"

Are you trying to add fuel to the fire?

"You!!!" Mabel was furious.

I almost broke off a frozen toe from my own foot and stuffed it into Milo's mouth.

Fortunately, Freya, who was acting as a peacemaker, was big enough that she could easily pull the two "little guys" more than three meters apart with her hands, so they couldn't fight.

Before coming, Milo said he was going to keep a promise.

Then, as soon as he got to his position, he started fighting the Spider God.

While they were fighting, a strange little world appeared out of nowhere, and then the person disappeared for several days.

During the days Mabel was trapped in Hibern, she was almost frozen stiff. The new world rules completely ignored all her attribute resistances. In short, she was physically and mentally broken.

...

call--

In front of the doghouse, Milo snapped his fingers, rekindling a new campfire on the extinguished embers.

This is a genuine campfire, the kind that gathers both embers and the power of faith, releasing powerful yet gentle heat, and can also be used as a high-speed rail station.

With this fire, Mabel immediately quieted down, after all, she didn't even have much energy left to argue.

The campfire crackled and popped.

The four people sat around the fire.

Mabel and Byrne each sat in one of the directions; these days, what they craved most was this intensity of fire.

Freya, who had been asleep in the North Continent for an unknown period of time, missed this place terribly. She leaned against Milo's shoulder and dozed off.

...

After calming down, the group began to look each other over.

Mabel and Freya had never met before, but they had met Byrne once.

However, Byrne's physique, temperament, and strength have undergone a qualitative change compared to before, and Freya couldn't remember who the person in front of her was for a while, until she lifted up her armor mask that had been heated up.

Oh ~
is her.

Freya was somewhat surprised.

At that time, she and Milo had just teamed up and started their journey when they encountered this armored woman on the Cold Plains. She was beautiful, confident, arrogant, and disdainful of everyone back then.

Then she died; Milo chopped off her head.

As for why these former mortal enemies were sitting together by the fire, Freya had no idea.

...

Milo reminded everyone:

"Don't fall asleep, let's grill for a while and then go home."

"Okay." Freya remained leaning on Milo's shoulder with her eyes closed, looking like she was reluctant to get out of bed.

Moments later, the flames surged and spread.

It completely enveloped Milo and his companions, rolled them up, and sent them far away.

...

The Lost Southern Territory.

The dock of a gloomy little town.

click -

Byrne looked at his boots, which were soaked in a mixture of mud and horse manure, with a bit of annoyance.

Mabel, who was traveling barefoot, had already used magic to levitate, her feet never touching the ground.

"Our place has a stronger sense of everyday life."

Milo led the group back to the Valrocan house.

Although Mabel and Byrne remained silent the entire way, they were both very curious about the city where Shadow lived.

They were all used to Shadow's domineering behavior in the outside world, and based on their previous impressions of Shadow, they wouldn't be surprised if he lived in a dark and terrifying place like the Underground Ghosts.

Compared to their imagined "Shadow Nest," Nanwei City was rather... too ordinary.

It was so ordinary that it resembled a mediocre, low-level settlement.

As a fellow dream maker, Mabel knew even better that this was also a city created by dream makers, so she observed it with great care, but so far she had not found anything special; everything here was quite ordinary.

Byrne found it even more unbelievable.

Can such an environment really give rise to a character like Shadow?
A host of doubts and questions filled their minds.

Led by Milo, they entered the Valrocan family's house, went up to the second floor, and opened the door to the study.

...

Inside the room, Professor Kurans continued to explain his understanding of the Abyss. The double-layered blackboard covering the entire wall was already densely covered with writing, and the content had been changed several times.

The lecture went on for who knows how long. Everyone else was already dozing off, and even the most serious ones like Rebecca were about to give up.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and everyone in the room instantly perked up and turned to look in the direction of the door.

...

Both Byrne and Mabel's pupils constricted slightly.

So it's possible that so many terrifying leaders from different fields can all be crammed into such a small room at the same time.
They were used to seeing those in power proclaim themselves gods and stand on high platforms, and they knew how arrogant those who transcended order could be.

The more deeply ingrained the temple system, spearheaded by the Kadas Mountain pantheon, was in people's minds, the more awe-inspiring the scene before them was for Byrne and Mabel.

And when they were both being watched by so many superiors at the same time, they couldn't help but feel a chilling sense of crisis.

...

Why can cats lie on the sofa, while night demons and fire demons can only sit on the windowsill?

Why are apostates cutting fruit for everyone?

Why would the descendants of conquerors, who were exiled by the gods to the forbidden zone of the Far East, appear here?
Why is it another dream weaver giving the lecture?

Why does that gray fur ball gnawing on the table leg in the corner exude an ancient power?

Who is that woman with the thoughtful gaze? Why does she exude such a strong sense of oppression?
And what's with that red-haired woman next to me? Why do I feel a burning sensation when she looks at me?
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(End of this chapter)