Chapter 1213
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Chapter 1213 Tool Person No. 22
“Should we kill them?” said the stone statue on the right.
The central statue remained silent for a moment,
“Yes.
In these hundred years, the sacrifices we’ve collected are approaching that ‘wish,’ and these outsiders’ life force is much stronger than ordinary people…
If we can collect their lives and let the [Holy Grail] fulfill the ‘wish,’ we will completely control this treasury, and then the Sumerian pantheon will shine again!”
“However, our divine realm’s essence has dissipated, and we’ve fallen from divine status for a hundred years… Now, we may not be a match for those invaders.”
“Then what should we do?”
“The sacrifice the [Holy Grail] wants is just departed lives. We don’t need to act personally; with a small trick, we can make them kill each other. We just need to wait quietly here until they offer each other’s lives to the [Holy Grail].
Moreover, the negative emotions generated when they kill each other can attract the [Coin], and then using the [Holy Grail] to control the [Coin], we can obtain another ‘supreme’ divine artifact.
In the end, only we will be the winners…”
The central statue’s eyes narrowed slightly.
…
Half an hour earlier.
The agents gathered around Lin Qiye, their faces filled with tension.
Brilliant magical light illuminated beneath Lin Qiye’s feet, and the deep blue crystal ball before him appeared incredibly mysterious in the glow.
After a long while, the magical light faded, and Lin Qiye took a deep breath, slowly standing up from the ground.
“Did you find the exact location of the divine artifact, Myers?”
Claude asked eagerly.
“I found it,” Lin Qiye nodded.
The agents’ expressions brightened, “Then let’s set out now!”
“Wait,” Number 22 suddenly spoke up, “I think we don’t all need to rush outside the city to look for the other three divine artifacts. The [Staff] is right here in this city; we could leave some people behind to try to seize the [Staff].”
“But the old man holding the [Staff] is too powerful and can drain our mental energy… how can we take it from him?”
“Yes, I think we should at least wait until we get the [Holy Grail] or the [Sword] before we can defeat him head-on.”
The agents shook their heads, not optimistic about Number 22’s plan.
“I have my ways,” Number 22 said firmly.
In the crowd, Claude thought for a moment and said:
“Myers has prophetic abilities and can avoid ordinary dangers. We really don’t need everyone to go search for the remaining three divine artifacts… we should at least leave a few people behind. Even if we can’t seize the [Staff], we can keep track of the city lord’s whereabouts to prevent him from running around.”
Everyone pondered for a moment and felt his reasoning made sense.
In the end, Number 22, Thor’s agent Claude, and six other agents chose to stay in Wu City to attempt to seize the King’s [Staff].
Seeing this, Lin Qiye’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, but he didn’t voice any objection.
Number 22 and Claude’s proposal was reasonable. If he insisted that everyone leave Wu City with him, it would only raise suspicions.
“Good, then we’ll split into two groups and depart now.”
With the help of an agent skilled in concealment, seventeen or eighteen agents followed Lin Qiye, quietly leaving Old Six’s house.
After completely masking their presence and passing through two streets, they saw many residents gathering toward a certain direction in the city.
“Where are they going?”
Lin Qiye glanced in that direction and said, “To watch an execution.”
“Execution?” an agent was startled, “Is it… us?”
“Probably.”
“They won’t discover anything, will they? Is that lust god’s agent reliable?”
“Hard to say. How capable can a lust god’s male concubine be?” one agent laughed, “He’s probably been drained dry by Philotes already.”
“Still, to experience a goddess’s body and the ultimate pleasure in the world, it would be worth it.”
Hearing the agents’ joking conversation around him, Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously:
“Who exactly is this Number 22?”
“Do you know Olympus’s lust goddess Philotes? One of the children of Nyx, the goddess of night,” someone in the crowd explained.
“They say when the Mist descended, Zeus slaughtered many minor deities of Olympus as sacrifices to preserve the power of the major gods.
Especially the children of Nyx, the night goddess – since she wasn’t in Olympus when the Mist descended, almost all her children were killed. Only this lust goddess Philotes escaped because she was out copulating with mortals.
Philotes governs the laws of lust and procreation in the world, only indulging in carnal pleasures with no ambition, living in a daze. It was precisely for this reason that Zeus spared her, allowing her to continue living in the most remote corner of Olympus.
Over these hundred years, Philotes has been abducting numerous male concubines, enjoying endless pleasure day and night. This Number 22 is one of Philotes’ most favored male concubines in recent years.
So Philotes made Number 22 her agent, passing almost all her abilities to him to pursue double the pleasure during lovemaking.
In the end, he’s just a tool to please the lust goddess. The title of agent… heh.”
After hearing this agent’s description, Lin Qiye fell into deep thought.
In his mind appeared the somewhat frail figure of Number 22… but if he were merely a tool of the lust goddess, how would he know so many secrets about Gilgamesh?
Moreover, his performance at the gathering and in the dungeon didn’t seem like someone lost in desire.
Lin Qiye’s gaze fell on the distant execution platform, where the desire bodies had already fallen, covered in blood, looking no different from normal human bodies from any angle.
The execution attendants, not noticing anything unusual, simply carried away everyone’s “remains” and threw them into an ancient well at the edge of the city.
“Huh?” Lin Qiye frowned in surprise.
He had extended his mental energy into the well but couldn’t perceive the scene at the bottom, as if an invisible barrier was blocking his mental energy from entering.
“Let’s hurry,” several agents spoke up, “we don’t have much time.”
Lin Qiye took one last look at the ancient well, then withdrew his gaze and led the concealed group directly out of Wu City’s gate.
…
Inside the city.
The once crowded room now had only eight people left.
Number 22 peered through a crack in the wooden window, looking in a certain direction, “The desire bodies have been killed; we haven’t been exposed.”
He seemed to have anticipated this result, calmly stepping back and completely sealing the window.
Hearing this, everyone sighed slightly in relief.
“What’s your plan?”
Claude, sitting in a dark corner, asked proactively.
Number 22 opened his mouth, about to say something, when his gaze suddenly focused.
“What’s wrong?” someone asked.
“The desire bodies’ corpses were eaten…” Number 22’s brows furrowed tightly as he seemed to be processing information transmitted from those bodies. His pupils suddenly contracted,
“It’s the [Holy Grail]?!!”
