"Huh?"

Sitting in the tavern, Lin Qiye, who was paying close attention to the situation in the central square with his mental power, let out a surprised exclamation.

The mental power he had spread out to sense the situation suddenly lost contact with him.

Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment, then quickly stood up and left the tavern, walked to the rooftop of the nearest building, and looked into the distance.

Above the central square, countless light golden threads were seen floating out from under the agent's feet, all flying towards the city lord who was standing tall on the city wall holding a golden scepter.

"It's the spiritual power..." Lin Qiye looked at the golden threads and muttered to himself, "Their spiritual power has been drained away?"

At the same time, the agents in the square were in complete panic.

"My mental strength is empty!"

"Me too... I can't use Shenxu anymore!"

"Damn it, what did that old man do?!"

In the crowd, No. 22 stared blankly at the golden scepter in the city lord's hand, as if he had thought of something, and muttered to himself:

"The Scepter... is that the King's Scepter? Oops..."

The golden threads all over the sky gathered into the city lord's body. This old man, who had no fluctuations in his mental state, actually began to break through at a speed visible to the naked eye!

“Lamp” state, “Pool” state, “River” state, “Sea” state, “Infinite” state… “Klein”!

"That scepter can actually allow one to forcibly plunder other people's spiritual power and use it to improve one's own realm?"

Having witnessed this scene with his own eyes, Lin Qiye’s eyes were filled with shock!

What kind of magical tool is that? How could it be able to do this?

The city lord's pale hair floated up automatically. He held a golden scepter in his hand, and his bright golden eyes looked down at the panicked agents below. His whole body exuded the majesty of a king.

He raised the scepter in his hand and slammed it to the ground again!

Boom——!

A violent gale filled with powerful mental energy instantly swept through the bodies of all the agents in the field. They only felt a black screen before their eyes and fainted on the spot.

There was only one exception.

No. 38, who was wearing a black cloak, was shaken for a moment by the impact of the mental storm and then he quickly stabilized his body.

The strong wind blew off the brim of his hat, revealing a strange stitched face. He frowned, and a ball of hot light burst out from his feet under the cloak. The whole person jumped up with the help of his physical strength, crossed the towering city wall in an instant, and disappeared into the vast desert.

"Want to escape?" The city lord held the scepter in his hand, snorted coldly, and said to the servant beside him,

"Put them in jail with divine chains, behead them tomorrow, and offer them to the three gods as sacrifices."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure turned into a long rainbow and chased after No. 38 who was fleeing.

After the city lord left, the servants present fetched a thin silver lock from somewhere, tied up the bodies of all the agents together, and took them to a deep underground prison.

In the devastated square, only a few injured or frightened residents were left, fearfully repeating to others who had just arrived what had just happened.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly left the square against the flow of people, and walked straight towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The invasion of the agent has plunged the entire Wu City into chaos, and the city lord, who holds a powerful scepter, is chasing the escaped No. 38. Now is the best time to sneak into the city lord's mansion to look for clues.

The City Lord's Mansion is located on the street four or five alleys away from the square. It is also a three-story low house made of bricks and tiles. It has an ancient style. Now most of the servants have gone to detain the agents or maintain order, and only two servants are left in front of the door.

Perhaps it was because Wucheng had a small population and simple folk customs, apart from the servants on guard, there was almost no means to prevent outsiders from entering. For Lin Qiye, it was not difficult at all to sneak in.

After Lin Qiye used his mental power to confirm that there was no one in the mansion, he walked straight to the shadow of an alley across the street, used [Night Flash], and directly passed the gate guarded by the servants, and appeared on the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion.

The second floor seemed to be where the city lord lived. There were no valuable clues there. Lin Qiye walked quietly up the stairs and went straight to the third floor.

The door to the third floor was firmly locked with a copper lock.

The moment he saw the bronze lock, Lin Qiye knew that he had found the right place.

Fortunately, this copper lock was useless in front of Lin Qiye. He flashed into the door and looked around.

Behind the door are solid wooden supports, on which dozens of thumb-thick clay tablets are neatly placed, engraved with ancient cuneiform characters.

"This is……"

Lin Qiye pulled out a nearby clay tablet and read it carefully, his eyes gradually brightening, "Artifact information?"

Under the influence of language magic, even this ancient cuneiform script was not difficult for Lin Qiye to understand. The piece in his hand was engraved with information about the golden wine jug.

“

[Dionysus Flask]: A 'sub-god' level artifact that can automatically produce an endless amount of fine wine. The taste of the wine will automatically change according to the taster's preferences. It is one of the most beloved artifacts of our King Gilgamesh.

Source: In the 121st year of the Uruk Dynasty, our king Gilgamesh conquered the Western gods and snatched the spoils from the unknown god of wine.

Maintenance method: [Dionysus Pot] likes male beauty and hates fire. Regularly sending strong men to perform masculine songs and dances for it can please it to the greatest extent. When it is excited, it will automatically spill fine wine.

Activity area: (map)

”

There was a simple map drawn in the corner of the clay board, marking the dry oasis that Lin Qiye had followed the men to before.

"One of Gilgamesh's most beloved artifacts... Tsk." Lin Qiye put the clay tablet back far away and continued to search.

If he guessed correctly, what was stored in this room was a list of all the artifacts that Gilgamesh had collected into the King's Treasury, as well as the maintenance methods of the artifacts left by the original forging family.

Lin Qiye counted carefully and found that there were a total of sixty-one clay slabs here.

In other words, there are a total of sixty-one artifacts hidden in this treasure house?

Lin Qiye flipped over several clay tablets in succession, all of which were "sub-god"-level artifacts that were not used for combat. When he casually pulled one off the top of the wooden shelf and scanned the contents on it, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“

[King's Treasury]: A 'Supreme' level artifact with its own internal space that can be used to house artifacts of any level. It also has the attribute of 'absolute submission'. Any artifact that is housed in the [King's Treasury] will have its connection with the original owner forcibly severed and will submit to the [King's Treasury] itself.

At the same time, any artifact placed in the treasury is likely to develop spirituality as time goes by.

Source: Our King Gilgamesh created the [King] Law himself, and after ascending to the realm of God, he used the edges of the law to transform.

Maintenance method: No maintenance required.

Location: None

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