"Huh?"

Sitting in the tavern, Lin Qiye, who was always paying attention to the situation in the central square with his mental power, sighed in surprise.

The spiritual power that he spread out and used to perceive the situation suddenly lost contact with him.

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

I saw that in the sky above the central square, countless pale golden silk threads were floating out from the feet of the agent, all flying towards the city lord who was holding a golden scepter on the city wall.

"It's spiritual power...... Lin Qiye looked at those golden silk threads and muttered to himself, "Their spiritual power has been taken away?" ”

At the same time, the agents in the square were completely panicked.

"My mental power is empty!"

"Me too...... I don't need the ruins anymore! ”

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

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

"Scepter...... Is that the King's Scepter? Oops......"

The golden threads in the sky converged into the city lord's body, and this old man, who had no spiritual power realm fluctuations, actually began to break through at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Cup" realm, "pool" realm, "Sichuan" realm, "sea" realm, "immeasurable" realm...... "Klein"!

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

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Lin Qiye's eyes were full of shock!

What kind of artifact is that? How can you do this?

The city lord's pale hair fluttered up one by one, he held a golden scepter in his hand, and his golden eyes looked down on the panicked agent below, exuding the majesty of a king all over his body.

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

Knock ——!

The violent wind filled with powerful spiritual power instantly swept through the bodies of all the agents in the field, and they only felt that their eyes were dark, and they fainted on the spot.

There is only one exception.

No. 38, who was wearing a black cloak, just shook it under the impact of the spiritual storm, and quickly stabilized his body.

The wind blew off the brim of his hat, revealing a strange stitched face, his brow furrowed, his feet under his cloak erupted into a blazing light, and the whole person bounced and flew up with the strength of his flesh, and instantly crossed the towering city wall and disappeared into the vast desert.

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

"Put them in prison with a divine lock, behead them tomorrow, and give them to the three gods as sacrifices."

When the words fell, his figure turned into a rainbow, and he chased after the fleeing No. 38.

After the lord left, the attendants present took a thin silver lock from nowhere, tied up the bodies of all the agents, and escorted them to a deep underground prison.

In the messy square, only a few injured or frightened residents remained, fearfully recounting what had just happened to the others.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he 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 city into chaos, and the city lord with a powerful scepter has gone to chase and kill the escaped No. 38, and wants to sneak into the city lord's mansion to find clues, now is the best time.

The location of the city lord's mansion, just four or five lanes away from the square, is also a three-story low house made of bricks, with an ancient shape, and now most of the attendants go to take in agents or maintain order, and only two attendants are left in front of the door.

Perhaps because of the small population of Wucheng and the simple customs of the people, except for the attendants standing guard, there is almost no means to prevent outsiders from entering, and for Lin Qiye, it is not difficult to sneak into it at all.

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

The second floor, which seemed to be the place where the city lord lived and lived every day, did not have any valuable clues, Lin Qiye quietly and silently walked down the steps, all the way up, and went straight to the third floor.

The door to the third floor is firmly locked by a copper lock.

The moment he saw this copper lock, Lin Qiye knew that he should be in the right place.

Fortunately, this bronze lock was useless in front of Lin Qiye, and he entered the door in a flash, and looked around.

Behind the door, there are rigid wooden brackets with dozens of thumb-thick clay tablets engraved with ancient cuneiform characters.

"It's ......"

Lin Qiye took out a soft clay tablet nearby, read it carefully, and his eyes gradually lit up, "Artifact information? ”

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

“

[Bacchus Pot]: 'Sub-God' level artifact, the interior can automatically produce endless wine, the taste of the wine will automatically change due to the taste of the wine taster, one of the most favored artifacts of King Gilgamesh.

Source: In the 121st year of the Uruk dynasty, King Gilgamesh fought against the Western gods and snatched the spoils from the unknown god of wine.

Maintenance method: [Dionysian pot] likes men, hates fire, regularly sends strong men to perform masculine songs and dances on it, can please it to the greatest extent, and will sprinkle fine wine and wine when excited.

Area: (Map)

”

A simple map was drawn in the corner of the soft clay board, marked with the dry oasis that Lin Qiye had followed the big men to before.

"One of Gilgamesh's most beloved artifacts...... Tut. Lin Qiye put the soft clay board back into the distance and continued to rummage through it.

If he guessed correctly, this room contained a list of all the artifacts that Gilgamesh had put into the King's Treasury, as well as the artifact maintenance methods left behind by the original forge family.

Lin Qiye counted carefully, there are sixty-one soft clay tablets here.

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

Lin Qiye flipped over several soft clay tablets one after another, all of them were some non-combat "sub-god" level artifacts, and when he casually pulled off a piece from the top of the wooden frame and swept the contents on it, his eyes shrank slightly.

“

[King's Treasury]: 'Supreme' level artifact, the interior is its own space, which can be used to contain artifacts of any level, and at the same time has the attribute of 'absolute surrender', any artifact that is contained into the [King's Treasury] will be forcibly cut off from the original owner and surrender to the [King's Treasury] itself.

At the same time, any artifact that is placed in the treasure house has a great possibility of cultivating spirituality over time.

Source: My King Gilgamesh created his own [King] Law, and after ascending to the divine realm, he used the corners of the law to transform it.

Maintenance mode: no maintenance required.

Location: None

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