Chapter 1191
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Chapter 1191 High-Risk Work
“In the mist, when did a proxy capable of enslaving dragons appear?”
“I saw his face, it’s an unfamiliar one.”
“There are quite a few unfamiliar faces at this gathering…”
In the central hall of Notre-Dame Cathedral, figures draped in black cloaks began whispering among themselves.
Lin Qiye waved to dismiss the Flame Vein Earth Dragon and walked to the ancient archway, where another figure in a black cloak stood silently by the door like a ghost floating in the dark night.
On his hood, two numbers were outlined in red:
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“State your identity,” the black ghost rasped.
He spoke in English, but for Lin Qiye who possessed language proficiency magic, there was no communication barrier at all. He responded in fluent English:
“Brown Myers.” Lin Qiye gently pushed his monocle, the lens reflecting a pale light.
“Proxy of Merlin, God of Prophecy and Magic. This is my attendant.”
“Merlin?”
The black ghost looked at Lin Qiye with surprise.
“I need to verify your divine domain.”
“No problem.”
Lin Qiye extended his hand and pressed on the void, causing a brilliant magical light to bloom, and a small stone appeared in his palm out of nowhere.
The black ghost stood silently, seemingly sensing the divine domain fluctuations from Lin Qiye. After a moment, he waved his hand, and two black cloaks automatically floated into Lin Qiye and He Lin’s hands.
“Indeed the aura of magical law… go in.”
Lin Qiye looked at the cloak and saw that on the hood’s brim, there were also two red numbers:
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The cloak in He Lin’s hand had the same numbers, but in white font, presumably to distinguish between proxy and attendant status.
Lin Qiye put on the cloak, pulled up the hood, and passed through the tall archway with He Lin following closely behind.
Their footsteps echoed in the long corridor. The hazy moonlight shone through the stained-glass windows onto the thin mist, adding a mysterious quality to the ancient and ornate walls.
After passing through the corridor, they arrived at a spacious central hall.
At this moment, dozens of figures in black cloaks were already scattered throughout the central hall. Each person had a string of numbers written on their hood brim. When Lin Qiye and He Lin entered, everyone’s gaze turned toward them.
Lin Qiye’s dragon-riding entrance earlier had been too eye-catching. Everyone was speculating about the identity of this mysterious new proxy and which deity he represented.
Lin Qiye straightened his back, completely disregarding everyone’s gaze, and unhurriedly found a corner to sit down and close his eyes to rest.
Of course, closing his eyes was just a pretense.
Lin Qiye extended his spiritual perception, secretly observing the situation of other proxies.
But as his spiritual perception extended just thirty or forty meters, several auras in the crowd immediately detected his presence, and several distinctly different spiritual forces quickly collided!
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 actually detected my spiritual perception…” Lin Qiye murmured.
After hesitating for a moment, he no longer rashly released his spiritual power, but sat still, sinking his consciousness into the Divine Mental Hospital while waiting for the meeting to begin.
…
As soon as he entered the hospital, he heard noisy sounds coming from a distance.
Lin Qiye walked out of the director’s office and saw Gilgamesh in a gray robe in the courtyard, holding a small raccoon by the neck with one hand, lifting it in the air. Beside them was an overturned patient meal tray with soup spilled all over the ground.
“Who sent you… who sent you?!” Gilgamesh’s cloudy eyes were filled with rage as he growled, “How dare you put poison in the king’s dinner? You have some nerve?!”
The small raccoon, suspended in the air, kept kicking its feet, its expression full of pain.
Other attendants surrounded the two, seemingly frightened by Gilgamesh and momentarily at a loss.
“Are you crazy?!”
Li Yifei stepped forward, grabbed Gilgamesh’s wrist, and frowned as he shouted, “How could we possibly poison you?! I tasted this food in the kitchen myself, there’s nothing wrong with it! Let it go! If you have an issue, come at me!”
“It’s you… Utir, you whom the king trusted most in this palace… you want to harm the king?”
Gilgamesh’s eyes flashed with a vicious look as he released the small raccoon, who fell on its bottom, tears welling up from the pain.
The next moment, Gilgamesh’s hand gripped Li Yifei’s throat like lightning.
“Manager!” The small raccoon cried out in alarm.
The other attendants were simultaneously startled. Azhu, Red Face, Wangcai, Black Pupil, and others instinctively moved to intervene but were stopped by Li Yifei’s shout:
“Don’t move, any of you! He’s seriously ill right now. If we truly anger him, we’ll all die!”
The attendants were forced to halt.
At the same time, a figure in a white coat flew out from the building like lightning!
“An assassin?” Gilgamesh frowned, raising his other hand, and a long sword materialized from the void into his grip.
“Qiye?” Li Yifei’s eyes lit up.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Qiye flashed between Gilgamesh and Li Yifei.
Surging and domineering divine power swirled out with Gilgamesh at its center. The sharp sword edge slashed toward Lin Qiye’s neck, even causing the surrounding space to slightly distort!
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.
Boom—!
A muffled explosion sounded from the courtyard. In an instant, Gilgamesh’s pressure disappeared, and the surging purple intent was extinguished like being pinched out by an invisible hand, vanishing without a trace.
His right hand lightning-fast reversed grip on Gilgamesh’s wrist, then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backward.
In this hospital, no deity could defeat Lin Qiye.
Gilgamesh’s body howled through the air, smashing through a wall and crashing into the warehouse, raising billowing dust.
Li Yifei staggered and fell to the ground.
Lin Qiye supported him and was about to say something when the gray shadow flew out from the warehouse again, slashing toward the two.
At this moment, seemingly awakened by the huge commotion, violent golden divine power erupted from a second-floor ward. Sun Wukong, wearing a tattered cassock, instantly cut through the sky and collided with Gilgamesh.
Thunderous explosion sounds rang out continuously at the edge of the courtyard.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned to look at Li Yifei:
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine… just wet my pants a little.” Li Yifei patted his chest in fear, his face pale.
“Damn it, I thought I was going to die here. Taking care of mental patients is indeed a high-risk job!”
