kingnovel Chapter 1081 Treasure Vault, Red-Haired Girl, and the Mystery of the Two Gods
Chapter 1081 Treasure Vault, Red-Haired Girl, and the Mystery of the Two Gods
After he finished speaking, the church fell into a moment of deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, heavy breathing sounds rose and fell.
"The King's Treasury?"
"Gilgamesh's treasure trove? Isn't that just a myth?"
"Number 22, are you fucking asleep? How dare you joke about something like this?"
An agent suddenly stood up, his tone full of skepticism and greed.
Number 22, the man with the hoarse voice, sneered: "Believe it or not."
“I will only say this once: I have the exact location of one of the entrances to the Royal Treasury, and… a tattered ‘key’ to open it.”
A broken key!
If the location of the entrance could still be considered boasting, then the word "key" instantly turned everyone's greed into reality.
Lin Qiye's heart sank suddenly.
He immediately thought of Gilgamesh's recently deteriorating condition.
That volatile king is losing power at an alarming rate.
Now, someone has stepped forward to sell the secrets of his treasure trove.
"A coincidence?" Wu Hen's voice rang in his ears, as cold as a poisoned knife.
"I do not believe."
"I don't believe it either."
Lin Qiye responded in a low voice.
"Someone is taking advantage of his illness to kill him."
"And... that might be the culprit that caused his condition to worsen."
Wu Hen's gaze swept across the entire room, as if searching for prey: "These bastards want to divide up the king's inheritance."
In the center of the church, Number 01's calm, unwavering voice rang out: "Number 22, what are your terms for the deal?"
"I need coordinates," Number 22 said, his voice tinged with urgency.
"Coordinates of an absolutely safe 'dark realm' that can isolate all traceability and divination."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised both hands at the same time.
One belongs to number 04, and the other... belongs to number 03, who only has half a face.
Number 03 and Number 04 exchanged a glance across the crowd, seemingly reaching some kind of tacit understanding.
Then, Number 03's battered face turned towards Lin Qiye, and the smile on his lips widened even further.
He didn't speak, but Lin Qiye instantly felt an invisible pressure.
It felt like countless cold, venomous snakes were coiling around his neck, tightening relentlessly.
Goosebumps instantly rose under my skin, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out from my back.
This guy is warning him.
Or rather, it's a provocation.
Wu Hen subtly moved half a step to the left, blocking part of Number 03's view.
He whispered, "Don't let him influence you; he's testing your limits."
Lin Qiye took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the discomfort.
Just as the deal was about to be finalized, a slightly weary voice broke the tense atmosphere.
"I...I have one more question."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw number 27 sitting in the back row.
There was no greed in his voice, only a kind of persistence and loneliness accumulated over the years.
"I'm looking for someone." Number 27 stood up and looked around.
"A red-haired girl named Chloe."
"Five years ago, she was last seen near the Aegean Sea... Has anyone seen her?"
The church was deathly silent.
No one responded.
This isn't the first time this question has been asked on the 27th.
Many of the veteran agents present heard the same questions and saw the same results every year.
"Ugh……"
Someone sighed from under their cloak.
Number 27 seemed to have gotten used to the silence; he gave a self-deprecating laugh.
He slowly sat back down, his figure appearing particularly lonely in the shadows.
"A god, for five consecutive years, just to find a human girl?"
Wu Hen's tone was somewhat strange, "This guy's purpose is different from ours... from theirs."
Lin Qiye did not answer, but simply kept the name "Chloe" in his heart.
In this eerie gathering, anything unusual should raise red flags.
Number 01's voice rang out again, preparing for Number 22 and Numbers 03 and 04 to complete the transaction.
"Wait a moment."
Lin Qiye suddenly stood up.
At this moment, everyone's eyes, including Number 01's, were focused on him.
Wu Hen's muscles tensed instantly, and his hand was already on the weapon at his waist.
"I also have a question." Lin Qiye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire church.
He ignored the malice in Number 03's eyes, which was almost tangible.
He calmly began, "I'm looking for someone from the Great Xia Dynasty, someone who wields a sword."
"Some people call him the Sword Immortal."
Inside the church, several agents from Great Xia visibly shuddered.
After a brief silence, both hands were raised.
One of them is number 17.
The other one was number 03.
Number 03's broken face was contorted with a laugh that almost split open; he spoke in a hoarse voice...
The sound, like sandpaper rubbing, said, "I know."
“Not only do I know where he is... I can also give you a very, very ‘fresh’ coordinate.”
He emphasized the word "fresh".
Lin Qiye's heart sank to the bottom.
This is a trap.
The other party not only knew his target, but had even set up a trap, just waiting for him to fall into it.
Wu Hen's expression instantly became extremely serious.
Everyone present could see that this was not a transaction at all; it was a blatant demonstration.
Everyone was waiting to see how Lin Qiye would respond—whether he would choose to back down or bite the bullet and accept this obviously poisonous bait.
However, Lin Qiye smiled.
He chuckled softly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"It's just a coordinate, there's no need for such a big fuss."
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on number 03, a smirk and a hint of mockery playing on his lips.
"Originally, I came here just to find someone. But... since you're so enthusiastic, I can't be stingy."
He paused, making everyone's hearts leap into their throats.
Immediately afterwards, his voice turned cold and his volume suddenly rose, like a thunderclap exploding in the deathly silent church!
"I also have some intelligence to trade!"
"I know where those two long-lost agents of the Twin Gods are now!"
boom--! ! !
The entire church erupted in chaos!
"what?!"
"Agents of the Two Gods? He's not joking, is he?"
"Impossible! Those two have been missing for almost three years, and all the gods are looking for them!"
"How could he possibly know? He's bragging!"
The sound of chairs being overturned, the horrified shouts and the questioning roars instantly shattered the solemnity of the church.
Countless pairs of eyes hidden beneath the hood were now fixed intently on Lin Qiye.
His eyes were filled with shock, greed, doubt, and madness.
Even Wu Hen, who had been calm all along, widened his eyes at this moment.
His mouth was slightly agape as he stared incredulously at Lin Qiye beside him. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"You...you're fucking insane?"
Lin Qiye ignored him, a calculating sneer playing on his lips as he reveled in the chaos he had ignited with his own hands.
The game had already started, but he didn't want to follow other people's pace anymore.
If you're going to play, then flip the table and shuffle the cards yourself!
"quiet!"
Number 01's icy voice was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.
That irresistible pressure descended once more, forcefully suppressing all the commotion.
The church fell silent again, but the madness and greed in the air were a hundred times more intense than before.
Lin Qiye remained standing in the same spot, his hands in his pockets.
He casually glanced around the room as if nothing had happened.
He is waiting.
Wait for the real big fish to bite the hook.
Suddenly, he felt a chilling killing intent lock onto him.
In the shadows of the corner, Number 03 slowly, inch by inch, turned his head around.
All the smiles had vanished from his battered face.
Only that one intact eye remained, staring intently at Lin Qi-ye like an abyss.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.