"In the fog, when did an agent capable of enslaving dragons appear?"
"I saw his face. It was a new face."
"There are a lot of new faces at this party..."
In the central hall of Notre Dame de Paris, figures in black cloaks began to whisper.
Lin Qiye waved his hand to dismiss the flame-veined earth dragon and walked to the ancient archway. A figure also wearing a black cloak, like a ghost floating in the dark night, stood quietly by the door.
On the hood of his cloak, two numbers are outlined in red strokes:
—01
"Show your identity." The black ghost said hoarsely.
He spoke in English, but for Lin Qiye, who is proficient in language and magic, there was no communication barrier at all, and he also responded in fluent English:
"Brown Miles." Lin Qiye pushed up his monocle gently, and the lenses reflected pale light.
"Agent Merlin, the God of Prophecy and Magic, this is my follower."
"Merlin?"
The black ghost glanced at Lin Qiye in surprise.
"I need to verify your divine ruins."
"no problem."
Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void. A brilliant magical light bloomed, and a stone appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The black ghost stood quietly, seeming to sense the fluctuations of the gods on Lin Qiye. After a moment, he waved his palm, and two black cloaks automatically floated into the hands of Lin Qiye and He Lin.
"It is indeed the breath of magic law... Go in."
Lin Qiye glanced at the cloak and saw two red numbers written on the brim of the hood:
—33
Although the cloak in He Lin's hand also has this series of numbers, the fonts are in white, which should be to distinguish the identities of agents and followers.
Lin Qiye put on his cloak and hood and walked through the tall arch, followed closely by He Lin.
The footsteps of the two people echoed in the corridor. The hazy moonlight filtered through the glass-like windows and reflected on the light mist, adding a touch of mystery to the ancient and flashy walls.
After passing through the long corridor, you came to an empty central hall.
In the central hall at this moment, dozens of figures wearing black cloaks were scattered. Each person had a number written on the brim of his hat. When Lin Qiye and He Lin walked in, everyone looked over. .
The scene where Lin Qiye arrived on a dragon just now was too eye-catching. Everyone was speculating on the identity of this mysterious new agent and which god he represented behind him.
Lin Qiye straightened his back and didn't care about everyone's gaze. He calmly found a corner to sit down and closed his eyes to rest.
Of course, closing your eyes is just an illusion.
Lin Qiye spread his mental awareness and secretly observed the situation of other agents.
But the mental power perception only extended for thirty or forty meters. In the crowd, several auras immediately noticed his presence, and several completely different mental powers quickly collided together!
Lin Qiye frowned and opened his eyes.
At the same time, several people in the crowd turned to look at Lin Qiye in the corner.
"Someone can actually discover my mental perception..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself.
After hesitating for a moment, he no longer rashly released his mental power. Instead, he sat quietly on the spot, sinking his consciousness into the Mental Hospital of the Gods while waiting for the party to begin.
…
As soon as I entered the hospital, I heard noisy sounds coming from a distance.
Lin Qiye walked out of the dean's office and saw Gilgamesh in a gray robe in the courtyard. He was holding the little raccoon's neck with one hand and lifting it in the air. Next to him was the patient who had been knocked to the ground. Plate and soup all over the floor.
"Who sent you... Who sent you?!" Gilgamesh's cloudy eyes were filled with anger, and he growled, "How dare you poison my dinner? You are so big courage?!"
The little raccoon was lifted up in the air, kicking the air with its feet, with a painful expression on its face.
The other caregivers gathered around the two of them, seemingly frightened by Gilgamesh, and were at a loss for the moment.
"Are you crazy?!"
Li Yifei took a step forward, grabbed Gilgamesh's wrist, frowned and shouted, "How could we poison you?! I've tasted this dish in the kitchen, what's the problem! Let it go! There is!" What's wrong with me!"
"It's you... Ultear, in this palace, you are the one I trust the most... You actually want to harm me?"
A cruel look flashed in Gilgamesh's eyes, and he let go of the little raccoon in his hand. The latter sat down on the ground, with tears in his painful eyes.
The next moment, Gilgamesh's hand grabbed Li Yifei's throat like lightning.
"Manager!" The little raccoon was shocked.
The other caregivers were shocked at the same time. A'Zhu, Hongyan, Wangcai, Heitong and others subconsciously wanted to take action, but were stopped by Li Yifei:
"Don't move! This guy is very sick now. If we really piss him off, we will all die!"
The figures of the caregivers were forced to stop.
At the same time, a figure in a white coat flew out of the building like lightning!
"Is there an assassin?" Gilgamesh frowned and raised his other hand. A long sword condensed from the void and was held in his palm.
"Qiye?" Li Yifei's eyes lit up.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Qiye flashed between Gilgamesh and Li Yifei.
The surging and overbearing divine power rolled out with Gilgamesh as the center. The sharp sword light slashed towards Lin Qiye's neck, and even the surrounding space was slightly distorted!
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot.
Boom!
A dull loud noise came from the courtyard. In an instant, Gilgamesh's pressure disappeared, and the raging purple image seemed to be snuffed out by an invisible big hand, disappearing without a trace.
He grabbed Gilgamesh's wrist with his right hand like lightning, and then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backwards.
In this hospital, no god can defeat Lin Qiye.
Gilgamesh's body roared through a wall and crashed into the warehouse, sending billowing smoke and dust flying into the air.
Li Yifei staggered and fell to the ground.
Lin Qiye supported him and was about to say something when the gray afterimage flew out of the warehouse again and slashed towards the two of them.
At this moment, as if awakened by the huge movement, violent golden divine power erupted from the ward on the second floor. Sun Wukong, wearing a broken cassock, instantly cut through the sky and hit Gilgamesh.
Roaring explosions sounded one after another at the edge of the courtyard.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Li Yifei:
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine... It's just that my pants are a little wet." Li Yifei patted his chest fearfully, his face pale.
"Grandma, I thought I was told this time. Taking care of mental patients is indeed a high-risk job!"