In the empty room, Lin Qiye's brows became more and more furrowed.

If the gods cannot enter, what about numbers 03 and 04?

If they can't get in either, then...

Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Qiye's mind in an instant. He connected a certain obscure clue together and his heart sank instantly.

"Oh no..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself as he watched No. 22's departing back.

He immediately stood up from his chair and pushed the door open.

The remaining traders waiting at the door were a little puzzled when they saw Lin Qiye suddenly come out.

"All subsequent transactions are cancelled." Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, "My transaction today ends here. If you want to know, go find another agent to trade with."

The many agents who had been queuing for a long time all looked unhappy when they saw him cancel the transaction so inexplicably. But this was a party after all, and Lin Qiye, as the party with the information, did have the right to refuse the transaction. Even if they were resentful, they could only disperse and go find other agents who had just traded with Lin Qiye to renegotiate the transaction.

No. 27 silently watched Lin Qiye's departing back, his fists gradually clenched.

Lin Qiye walked through the corridor on the second floor, glanced at the room where No. 03 and No. 22 were trading, and quickly walked down the stairs.

"The transaction was completed so quickly?" He Lin asked in surprise when he saw Lin Qiye coming downstairs.

"No, but we don't have time." Lin Qiye looked around and said solemnly, "We'd better leave here as soon as possible!"

"Leaving now? What happened?"

Lin Qiye turned his head and glanced at the second floor, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not sure yet, but I always feel that... the purpose of No. 03 and No. 04 should not be that simple."

Lin Qiye didn't have time to say more to He Lin and walked straight to No. 01 in the corner.

“I want to exit early.”

No. 01 raised his head and glanced at Lin Qiye, "Why?"

"Someone has set their sights on my identity as a prophet and wants to harm me." Lin Qiye stared at the shadow under the hood. "Isn't your primary goal to ensure the safety of the agents attending the conference? Now my safety is threatened, and I want to leave early."

No. 01 warned, "No. 33, I think I should have said what the consequences of spreading false information would be... If you feel guilty about spreading false information and want to get away with it in the name of your life, you will be hunted down even if you escape to the ends of the earth."

"I'm not lying. My life is indeed threatened." Lin Qiye paused, "I swear in the name of the God of Magic."

No. 01 was silent for a moment, glanced at the busy meeting place, and nodded slightly:

"You go now."

Without saying a word, Lin Qiye took He Lin and immediately left Notre Dame through the back door.

"What exactly happened?" He Lin couldn't help but ask as he returned to the fog.

"There's something wrong with No. 03 and No. 04." Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, "Tell me, as gods, why would they participate in the agent gathering?"

"Because this is the information they want to know, and they don't have an agent?" He Lin thought for a moment and guessed.

"That's right." Lin Qiye nodded, "Their purpose is to find clues about the King's Treasure House. I think they must have learned through some channels that an agent who knows the whereabouts of the King's Treasure House will participate in this party, but time is tight and there is no time to find an agent again, so they can only disguise themselves as an agent to sneak in.

They are most likely from Zeus's faction in Olympus."

"Zeus faction...but what does this have to do with us? Why should we run?"

"The King's Treasury left by Gilgamesh cannot be entered by gods."

When He Lin heard this, he was stunned at first, as if he didn't understand what Lin Qiye meant, but he soon realized something.

"God can't enter, you mean..."

"The gods of Zeus's faction want the King's Treasury, but they can't get in... The best way, of course, is to find someone below the God Realm but with a certain level of strength to help them get it." Lin Qiye turned his head and glanced at Notre Dame de Paris, which was shrouded in mist.

"In this case, God's Agent is the best choice."

"Send a divine agent to take it? Is it coercion or bribery?"

“It’s hard to say, but I think it’s most likely the former.

They did not train any agents themselves. If they simply used benefits to lure other agents to help them take the King's Treasure House, it would not only cost a huge price, but also have the risk of information leakage.

You should know better than me what kind of people these God's agents who live in the fog are. If they knew about the existence of the King's Treasury, the first thing they would do is to secretly pass the news to the Gods behind them in exchange for enough benefits, so that both sides can benefit."

Lin Qiye paused for a moment.

"If it's coercion, as gods, they only need to suppress a group of agents, use some means on them, and force them to do things for them. Not only does it cost nothing, but they can also keep everyone under control."

"By doing this, aren't they afraid of being retaliated by the gods behind their agents afterwards?"

“You also said that most agents have a relationship of exploitation with gods. Would you become enemies with a god of the same level just because your tools were forcibly misappropriated? As long as the agent is not dead or disabled, the matter will not become a big deal.

Besides, as long as we can get the King's Treasury, what does it matter if we make a few enemies?"

"The King's Treasure House left by Gilgamesh is definitely not something that can be easily obtained. There must be some tricks hidden inside. So even if they want to find an agent to be a guinea pig to take it, they have to find someone who is strong enough...

And now, more than half of the God's agents in the fog have gathered here. This gathering is the best time for them to choose guinea pigs!"

The more He Lin thought about it, the more he felt that what Lin Qiye said made sense.

He looked back at the Notre Dame de Paris shrouded in the fog. Besides being mysterious, it seemed to have an even more eerie and terrifying feel.

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Agents party.

No. 03 walked out of No. 22's room. Since No. 22 needed to draw a map on the spot, it delayed him a lot of time.

He walked straight to the room where Lin Qiye was originally, but found that it was empty.

Under the hood, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

At the same time, No. 04 walked quietly behind him.

"Where is the prophet No. 33?" No. 03 asked in a deep voice.

"Left early." 04 replied.

"Left early? Did he discover something?"

"Probably not. There is no way these humans can see through our disguise... unless they foresaw something in advance." No. 04 paused.

"It seems that this prophet is quite capable..."

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