# 1190
Chapter 1191: High-Risk Work
"When did agents capable of taming dragons appear in the Mist?"
"I saw his face. He's a newcomer."
"There are quite a lot of newcomers at this gathering..."
In the central nave of Notre-Dame Cathedral, figures draped in black cloaks whispered among themselves.
Lin Qiye waved away the Flame-Vein Earth Dragon and approached the ancient archway, where another cloaked figure stood motionless at the threshold like a specter drifting through the night.
On the hood of his cloak, two numbers were traced in red ink:
—01
"State your identity." The black specter spoke in a hoarse voice.
He spoke in English, but for Lin Qiye who possessed the language mastery magic, there was no communication barrier. He responded in fluent English:
"Brown Miles." Lin Qiye gently pushed up his monocle, the lens reflecting pale light,
"Agent of Merlin, God of Prophecy and Magic. This is my attendant."
"Merlin?"
The black specter glanced at Lin Qiye with surprise.
"I need to verify your God's Ruins."
"No problem."
Lin Qiye extended his hand and pressed it against empty air. A brilliant magical glow burst forth, and a stone appeared凭空 in his palm.
The black specter stood motionless, seemingly sensing the God's Ruins fluctuation emanating from Lin Qiye. After a moment, he waved his hand, and two black cloaks floated automatically into the hands of Lin Qiye and He Lin.
"Indeed, it's the aura of magical law... You may enter."
Lin Qiye examined the cloaks. On each hood's brim, two red numbers were written:
—33
The cloak in He Lin's hands had the same numbers, but the font was white, presumably to distinguish between the agent and the attendant.
Lin Qiye draped the cloak over himself, adjusted the hood, and passed through the towering archway, with He Lin following close behind.
Their footsteps echoed through the corridor. Pale moonlight filtered through glass-like windows, illuminating the thin mist and adding a mysterious quality to the ancient yet flamboyant walls.
Passing through the corridor, they arrived at a spacious central hall.
Currently, dozens of cloaked figures were scattered throughout the hall, each bearing a string of numbers on their hoods. When Lin Qiye and He Lin entered, all eyes turned toward them.
The scene of Lin Qiye descending on a dragon moments ago had been far too eye-catching. Everyone was speculating about this mysterious new agent's identity and which deity he represented.
Lin Qiye straightened his spine, paying no attention to the gazes. He unhurriedly found a corner seat, closed his eyes, and rested.
Of course, the eye-closing was merely an illusion.
Lin Qiye extended his spiritual perception, secretly observing the other agents. But his perception had barely extended thirty or forty meters when several auras in the crowd detected his presence, and several distinctly different spiritual forces collided against his!
Lin Qiye furrowed his brows and opened his eyes.
At the same time, several people among the crowd also turned to look at Lin Qiye in the corner.
"So someone can actually detect my spiritual perception..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself.
After hesitating for a moment, he stopped recklessly releasing spiritual perception. Instead, he sat still and, while waiting for the gathering to begin, sank his consciousness into the Asylum of the Gods.
...
Upon entering the asylum, he heard noisy voices coming from the distance.
Lin Qiye stepped out of the director's office, only to see Gilgamesh, draped in a grey robe, holding a raccoon by the neck with one hand, lifting it into the air. Beside him were overturned meal trays and spilled soup covering the ground.
"Who sent you... Who sent you?!" Gilgamesh's murky eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "How dare you poison my dinner? You have some nerve?!"
The raccoon dangled in the air, its feet kicking frantically at nothing, its expression twisted in agony.
The other attendants surrounded the two, seemingly intimidated by Gilgamesh, momentarily at a loss.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
Li Yifei stepped forward, grabbing Gilgamesh's wrist, and shouted, "Why would we poison you?! I tasted the food in the kitchen myself—there's nothing wrong with it! Let it go! If you have a problem, take it out on me!"
"It's you... Tyr, you were the one I trusted most in this palace... and you tried to harm me?"
A狠 flash crossed Gilgamesh's eyes. He released the raccoon in his hand, which plopped down to the ground, its eyes brimming with tears.
The next moment, Gilgamesh's hand shot out like lightning and seized Li Yifei's throat.
"Steward!" The raccoon exclaimed in alarm.
The other attendants startled simultaneously. A Zhu, Hongyan, Wangcai, Black Pupil, and others instinctively moved to intervene, but Li Yifei stopped them with a shout:
"Don't move! This guy's in really bad shape right now—if we really provoke him, we'll all die!"
The attendants' movements halted.
At that moment, a figure in a white coat shot out from the building like lightning!
"An assassin?" Gilgamesh furrowed his brows, his other hand rising. A longsword materialized from虚空 and was gripped in his palm.
"Seven Nights?" Li Yifei's eyes lit up.
In the span of a breath, Lin Qiye had闪至 between Gilgamesh and Li Yifei.
Surging and domineering divine power erupted from Gilgamesh, the sharp sword light hacking toward Lin Qiye's neck, warping even the surrounding space!
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly. His right foot stamped heavily on the ground.
Boom—!
A muffled thunder echoed through the courtyard. In an instant, Gilgamesh's pressure vanished, the surging purple energy extinguished as if pinched out by an invisible hand.
His right hand snapped back to seize Gilgamesh's wrist, then he kicked the king's chest, sending his entire body flying backward.
In this asylum, no god could defeat Lin Qiye.
Gilgamesh's body slammed through a wall with a howl, crashing into the storage room, dust billowing upward.
Li Yifei stumbled and fell to the ground.
Lin Qiye helped him up, about to say something, when that grey silhouette shot out of the storage room once more, slashing toward them.
Just then, as if awakened by the tremendous commotion,狂暴 golden divine power exploded from the second-floor ward. The tattered-robed Sun Wukong instantly tore through the sky, crashing into Gilgamesh.
Boom after boom of explosions rang out at the courtyard's edge.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye exhaled slightly and turned to look at Li Yifei:
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine... just peed a little." Li Yifei patted his chest, still pale with fright,
"Dammit, I thought that was it for me. Taking care of mental patients is really high-risk work!"