"When did an agent who could enslave a dragon appear in the mist?"

"I saw his face. It was a stranger."

"There are quite a lot of new faces at this party..."

In the central hall of Notre Dame de Paris, figures wearing black cloaks were whispering.

Lin Qiye waved his hand to disperse the flame dragon and walked to the ancient archway. 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, two figures were outlined in red:

——01

"Show your identity." The black ghost said hoarsely.

He spoke in English, but for Lin Qiye, who was proficient in language magic, there was no communication barrier at all, and he also responded in fluent English:

"Brown Miles." Lin Qiye gently pushed down his monocle, and the lens reflected a pale light.

"Agent of Merlin, the god of prophecy and magic, this is my follower."

"Merlin?"

The black ghost looked at Lin Qiye in surprise.

"I need to verify your Shenxu."

"no problem."

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pressed in the void. A brilliant magical light bloomed and a stone appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The black ghost stood quietly in place, as if sensing the fluctuations of the divine ruins on Lin Qiye's body. After a moment, he waved his hand, 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, probably to distinguish the identities of agents and followers.

Lin Qiye put on his cloak and hood, and walked through the tall archway, followed closely by He Lin.

The footsteps of the two people echoed in the corridor. The hazy moonlight shone through the glass-like windows, illuminating the faint mist, adding a touch of mystery to the ancient and flashy walls.

After walking through the corridor, you will come to an empty central hall.

At this moment, dozens of people wearing black cloaks were sitting scattered in the central hall. There was a string of numbers written on the brim of each person's hat. When Lin Qiye and He Lin walked in, everyone's eyes turned to them.

The scene of Lin Qiye descending on a dragon just now was so eye-catching that everyone was guessing about the identity of this mysterious new agent and which god he represented.

Lin Qiye straightened his back, not caring about the gazes of the crowd. He slowly 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 perception and secretly observed the situations of other agents.

But his mental perception only extended to thirty or forty meters. Several auras in the crowd immediately sensed his presence, and several completely different mental powers quickly collided with each other!

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 muttered to himself.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided not to release his mental power rashly. Instead, he sat quietly on the spot, sinking his consciousness into the Gods' Mental Hospital while waiting for the party to begin.

…

As soon as I stepped into 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, holding the raccoon's neck with one hand and lifting it in the air. Next to him were the patient's meal tray that had been knocked over 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? How dare you?!"

The little raccoon was lifted into the air, kicking the air with its feet, its expression full of pain.

The other caregivers surrounded the two of them, seemingly frightened by Gilgamesh and a little at a loss for a moment.

"Are you crazy?!"

Li Yifei took a step forward, grabbed Gilgamesh's wrist, frowned and shouted, "How could we possibly poison you?! I've tasted this dish in the kitchen, there's nothing wrong with it! Let it go! Come to me if you have any problem!"

"It's you... Ultear. In this palace, the one I trust the most is you... 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 eyes due to pain.

The next moment, Gilgamesh's hand grabbed Li Yifei's throat like lightning.

"Butler!" the raccoon was shocked.

The other nurses were shocked at the same time. Ah Zhu, Hong Yan, Wang Cai, Hei Tong 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 caregivers were forced to stop.

At the same time, a figure in a white coat rushed 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.

"Seven Nights?" 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, and the sharp sword light slashed towards Lin Qiye's neck, and 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 roar came from the courtyard. In an instant, Gilgamesh's pressure disappeared, and the surging purple energy seemed to be extinguished by an invisible giant hand, disappearing without a trace.

He grabbed Gilgamesh's wrist with his right hand like lightning, then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

In this hospital, no god can defeat Lin Qiye.

Gilgamesh's body whistled through a wall and crashed into the warehouse, with clouds of smoke and dust rising 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 slashed towards the two of them.

At this moment, as if awakened by the huge noise, violent golden divine power erupted from the ward on the second floor. Sun Wukong, wearing a tattered cassock, instantly cut through the sky and rushed towards Gilgamesh.

Loud 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 okay?"

"I'm fine... just my pants are a little wet." Li Yifei patted his chest in fear, his face pale.

"Damn it, I thought I was done for this time. Looking after a mentally ill patient is indeed a high-risk job!"