Chapter 371 The blood cannot be washed away
Other people present who were familiar with Isabel’s temperament were also confused.
Because everyone could feel in the first two minutes that this arrogant contract scholar was on the verge of going crazy.
But the situation changed too suddenly. Before everyone noticed it, the expected storm just disappeared.
The remaining assistants of Isabel looked at each other in confusion.
Because this was the first time they had seen her ask others for information in ancient books in such an open-minded manner. You must know that even the leaders of the contract organization did not receive this kind of treatment.
Just when everyone looked at me and I looked at you, they were all in a state of confusion.
With the help of Isabel, Milo has sorted out the preliminary formula of Igesar elixir.
“The church is indeed a church, it has all kinds of things.”
Milo sighed to himself while holding dozens of milliliters of light green liquid in the test tube, and then turned around He smiled over his head and asked the church staff:
"Is it possible that the last ingredient that is bad, Gurunde, is also available here?"
"There is no such thing, absolutely not."
Pastor Defoe denied it flatly.
Although he is old, his reaction speed is the fastest among all the church personnel present.
Milo has already made it clear what the so-called "Grunde" is.
Human brains must be undegenerated brains. How could the church have such a thing...
Even if it did, it couldn't be known to the law enforcement officer.
......
After Defoe spoke, everyone present shook their heads in agreement.
“That’s okay.”
Milo lowered his head and glanced at the time scale on the dial.
"It's really boring to hide things at this time. I'll go out and be right back. Take good care of Daisy."
He muttered twice and handed over the half-finished potion in his hand. To Isabel, left the Star Clock Tower directly.
"Actually, there are other ways to break the curse." Defoe suddenly said to Milo.
But Milo did not stop walking, he just said as he walked:
"You know, kill the creature that releases the curse, and the curse will be broken naturally."
"This is exactly the truth!" Defoe followed Milo and trotted two steps quickly, adding: "I have already Let Dillashaw go find the source of the curse.”
Milo replied impatiently:
“Then what do you think I’m doing here?” Do you need to borrow your thinking eyes? "
After saying this, he opened the door and left the hall.
One church member was left looking slightly awkward in the middle of the hall.
Looking at Milo's leaving back, Defoe sighed meaningfully.
At this time, Isabel at the back sealed the semi-finished potion, and then carefully folded and stacked the draft papers that Milo had marked about the errors and omissions in her original notes one by one, and finally gave a look on her face Curiously, he asked Defoe:
"Pastor, just leave it to Dillashaw to find the source of the curse. Why did you tell that person just now? Who is he?"
Defoe said in a serious tone:
"Because he is the one who really has the ability to kill the Ancient One. Dillashaw is still too immature."
"He has the ability to kill..."
Isabel was stunned for a moment. Then he reacted quickly and took a deep breath:
“Kill the gods on the hunting night. Is he the incarnation of the law enforcement officer? "
Isabel is a talent closely protected by the contract organization. Her usual areas of activity will not exceed the scope of the Church Bridge, and even Nanwei City is less than ten miles away. It was a bit unfamiliar, but she still knew some of the secrets about the hunting night.
A human law enforcement officer killed the incarnation of a god from ancient times at the law enforcement headquarters. This matter is still an explosive secret in the mysterious academia today, nearly a year later.
What Isabel did not expect was that the young man who behaved rudely and rudely just now was actually the law enforcement officer who "committed a serious crime" on the hunting night.
Isabel felt terrified when she realized that the series of barely controllable anger she just had was directed at such a being who was comparable to the God of Death.
Not only Isabel, but also everyone else present. They all had a sneaky sense of fear in their hearts.
That sense of fear does not entirely stem from the fact that Milo has the power to kill gods.
What's more, it comes from Milo's will to dare to kill the gods.
Those who serve the church, especially those who are in contract organizations, know very well how noble and great the ancient superiors are compared to human beings. In their teachings, even if one day they really have Even with weapons capable of killing gods, they should not have the idea of killing gods, otherwise their souls will suffer unprecedented and endless misfortunes.
In the teachings of the Golden Rule, this is the frightening quality of Milo.
First of all, he is a human being, but he also possesses the power to kill gods and the will to kill gods.
This is also the reason why Defoe sighed at the end. To a certain extent, turning to someone like Milo for help is already a violation of the Golden Rule.
But the eye of thinking cannot be cut off here. Milo Varrocan is the person Defoe can see who is most likely to save Daisy's life. He has no choice.
“No wonder he knows so much.”
Isabel stared at the draft paper and ancient books in her hands in a daze, and murmured in a low voice:
“That’s right, it’s just Du. What does the Riak language mean to someone like him..."
"Don't think too much! He has always been someone outside the church. There is no point in appreciating or criticizing what he has done. Drawing a clear line is the wisest choice. This time is an exception. It was chosen by the thinking eye. Get close to him. Maybe he knew a long time ago that he would be in such a catastrophe before making such a choice, but please remember one thing..."
While everyone was deep in thought, Di Fu warned Isabel and the other three contract scholars with one sentence:
“After all, his hands are stained with the blood of the gods, and that blood cannot be washed away.”
… …
In the spacious and gorgeous church corridor, Milo walked quickly.
He slowly pulled off his rolled sleeves to cover the hideous cracks on the skin of his forearm.
In the corridor, he met the nun who was implicated in the curse. She was huddled in the corner and shaking in pain.
However, Milo did not stop and walked straight past her.
He has important matters to attend to.
Gulund.
The last ingredient missing from the elixir.
Milo estimated the time it would take to return directly from the church to law enforcement.
Brain sounds scary, but it is not a problem for a special profession like his. There are many ready-made corpses lying in the basement of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Station, and if nothing else, there must be more in the cabinet in the corner. There are some kitchen utensils hidden, such as blenders and juicers, which can come in handy. Rick is an absolute professional in this regard.
However, time is tight, and the round trip to the law enforcement office, including the time needed to "dispose" Gurunde's raw materials, will probably not take more than an hour and a half to complete.
Milo doesn’t know how long Meng Yin can keep Daisy’s body metabolic function, let alone whether the so-called curse will choose another way to kill Daisy, so time waits for no one .
Milo needed a less cumbersome method.
Coincidentally, he knew that there was another place nearby that also had ready-made corpses, and also had the tools needed to "dispose" of the raw materials.
That is the underground group of ghouls.
In fact, not all ghouls are like those depicted in the painting in Ms. Castor's collection.
There is also a strict class system within them, which is not much different from humans to some extent.
The lowest level of ghouls are still in a state of low intelligence. They cannot even fully grasp the language of their own group. They are almost beast-like existences and are not picky about food. The rotting corpses are the low-level ghouls. As their basic food source, if conditions do not allow, they will choose to eat "tasteless" animal carcasses. However, when eating, you may need to take some bones left in ancient tombs to taste... …
Ghouls in the middle and higher classes hold various special positions in the group.
They have unique beliefs, and naturally have high-level talents such as priests and scholars.
This kind of ghouls tend to be "picky eaters". They either like the buttocks and legs with higher nutritional value, or they like organs with more flavor, which varies from ghost to ghost.
But without exception, high-level ghouls have requirements for the freshness of their ingredients.
The body that has just expired and lost its soul is their first choice.
......
Previously, when Carter Garnier's opera house was destroyed by "burrowers" during the construction process, Milo was helped by the ghoul group. I found the burrower lurking deep in the underground river.
Milo can still clearly remember the table of "dishes" that the ghoul clan leader used to entertain him...
If I remember correctly, brains were among the dishes on the table at that time. A dish.
Who would have thought that not so long ago, Milo would come to the door again to ask the ghoul clan leader for ingredients that he had not touched at that time...
...
I don’t know why.
Milo himself did not realize how strange what he was doing now was.
He allowed the existence of the ghoul group. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with using human brains as ingredients in potions. He even allowed a semi-living corpse who fed on the eggs of the dead to be in the law enforcement station. Worked for nearly a year.
All these things that sound enough to make any normal person's hair stand on end seem to have no weight in Milo's concept.
He doesn't see anything wrong with doing this.
Whether it is from a legal or ethical perspective, he does not think there is a problem.
Perhaps gradually, deep in his soul, the so-called human side has gradually faded, but this process was too subtle and he did not notice it.
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(End of this chapter)