Chapter 1191 High Risk Work
"In the fog, when did an agent capable of enslaving dragons appear?"
"I saw his face. It was a familiar 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 away the flame dragon and walked to the ancient arch. A figure also wearing a black cloak stood quietly by the door like a ghost floating in the dark night.
On the hood of his cloak, with red strokes, two figures are outlined:
——01
"Show your identity." The black ghost said hoarsely.
He speaks English, but for Lin Qiye, who is proficient in language and magic, there is no communication barrier at all, and he also responds in fluent English:
"Brown Miles." Lin Qiye gently pushed down the monocle, the lens reflected pale light,
"The agent of Merlin, the god of prophecy and magic, this is my follower."
"Merlin?"
The black ghost gave Lin Qiye a surprised look.
"I need to verify your God Market."
"no problem."
Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pressed it in nothingness, a brilliant magic light bloomed, and a stone appeared in his palm out of thin air.
The black ghost stood quietly on the spot, as if sensing the fluctuations of the God Market on Lin Qiye's body. After a while, 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 the law of magic... let's 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 string of numbers, the font is white, which should be to distinguish the identity of the agent and the entourage.
Lin Qiye put on his cloak and hood, and walked through the tall arch, followed by He Lin.
The footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor, and the hazy moonlight reflected on the light mist through the glazed windows, adding a touch of mystery to the ancient and flashy walls.
After passing through the promenade, you come to an empty central hall.
In the central hall at this moment, dozens of figures in black cloaks had already sat down, and each of them had a series of numbers written on the brim of their hats. When Lin Qiye and He Lin walked in, everyone looked over. .
The scene of Lin Qiye riding a dragon just now was too eye-catching. Everyone is guessing who this mysterious new agent is, and which god is behind him.
Lin Qiye straightened his back, didn't care about everyone's gazes, found a corner to sit down unhurriedly, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.
Of course, closing eyes is just an illusion.
Lin Qiye spread his mental power perception and secretly observed the situation of other agents.
But the perception of spiritual power only extended thirty to forty meters. In the crowd, several auras immediately sensed his existence, and several completely different spiritual powers collided quickly!
Lin Qiye frowned and opened his eyes.
At the same time, several people in the crowd turned their heads to look at Lin Qiye in the corner.
"Anyone can discover my spiritual power perception..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself.
After hesitating for a moment, he no longer released his mental power rashly, but sat quietly on the spot, sinking his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods while waiting for the party to start.
...
As soon as I stepped into the hospital, I heard a loud voice coming from a distance.
Lin Qiye walked out of the dean's room, and saw Gilgamesh in a gray robe in the courtyard, holding the little raccoon's neck with one hand, and holding it up in the air, beside him was the patient who had been knocked to the ground. Plate and full of soup.
"Who sent you... who sent you?!" Gilgamesh's cloudy eyes were filled with anger, and he growled, "How dare you poison my king's dinner? How dare you poison me? Your guts?!"
The little raccoon was carried in the air, his feet kept kicking the air, with a painful expression on his face.
The rest of the nurses surrounded the two, as if they were frightened by Gilgamesh, and they were at a loss for a while.
"Are you crazy?!"
Li Yifei stepped forward, grabbed Gilgamesh's wrist, and shouted with a frown, "How could we possibly poison you?! I've tried this dish in the kitchen, so there's no problem! Let it go!" ! Something is coming to me!"
"It's you... Udyr, in this palace, the king trusts you the most... You actually want to kill me?"
A ruthless 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 strangled Li Yifei's throat like lightning.
"Boss!" The little raccoon was shocked.
The other nurses were startled at the same time. Ah Zhu, Hong Yan, Wang Cai, Hei Tong and others subconsciously wanted to make a move, but Li Yifei held them back:
"Don't move! This guy is very sick now, if you really annoy him, we will all die!"
The figures of the nurses 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 was condensed from the void, and he held it in his palm.
"Seven nights?" Li Yifei's eyes lit up.
While breathing, Lin Qiye flashed between Gilgamesh and Li Yifei.
The turbulent and domineering divine power surged out centered on Gilgamesh, and the sharp sword light cut towards Lin Qiye's neck, even the surrounding space was slightly distorted!
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, and stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot.
Boom——!
A dull loud noise came from the courtyard. In an instant, Gilgamesh's coercion disappeared, and the turbulent purple image seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and disappeared without a trace.
His right hand grasped Gilgamesh's wrist 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 whizzed through a wall and crashed into the warehouse, billowing smoke and dust flying up.
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 cut towards the two of them.
At this moment, it seemed that he was awakened by a huge movement. The violent golden divine power erupted from the ward on the second floor, and the Monkey King in his tattered cassock cut through the sky in an instant and ran towards 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...but my pants are a little wet." Li Yifei patted his chest in fear, his face pale,
"Grandma, I thought I was going to tell you this time. Taking care of the mentally ill is indeed a high-risk job!"
