Chapter 1202 – The Throne and the Little Mazar

　　The Gods Mental Hospital.

　　Lin Qiye walked through the quiet corridors of the sickbay and came straight to the courtyard.

　　Ever since Gilgamesh’s last rampage, the hospital had entered a state of silence, and all of the caretakers would try to keep their daily actions as low as possible for fear of disturbing the mad king trapped in a state of disarray on the throne in the courtyard.

　　Seemingly sensing Lin Qiye’s proximity, Gilgamesh, who was trapped by chains on the black throne, slowly opened his eyes.

　　Compared to yesterday, Gilgamesh’s face was quite a bit more haggard, and his eyes were climbing with bloodshot threads as he gazed weakly at Lin Qiye in front of him.

　　”Is something wrong?” He spoke hoarsely.

　　”A god is coveting your treasury.” Lin Qiye said seriously.

　　Hearing this, Gilgamesh’s expression wasn’t surprised as he said with a cold smile, “This king’s treasure trove, which houses a large collection of top-tier divine artifacts, is indeed enough to move the heart of any godly kingdom in the world, and there were countless gods who hit on it while this king was alive, so I didn’t think that after such a long time, there would still be people who still think about it… …”

　　”What I’m puzzled about is, obviously in the real world, the King’s Treasure Trove has been out of sight for such a long time, so why did the news come out at this exact moment?” Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment.

　　”I suspect that your current situation is related to this matter.”

　　”Perhaps.” Gilgamesh paused for a moment, “So, you came to me in hopes of asking about the exact location of the King’s Treasure Vault? But …… where the King’s Treasure Trove is, this king himself is not clear.

　　Before this king died of old age, he arranged the aftermath in advance, which also includes the handling of the King’s Treasure Trove ……This treasure trove is the heart and soul of this king that he searched for with his whole life, and even if this king dies, the divine artifacts in it cannot fall in the hands of the Sumerian deities in a single piece.

　　When this king just became the king of Uruk, he found a strange king turtle, can not eat or drink in the bottom of the deep sea to survive, every hundred years up to the surface to change the air, a change of air for three months, and then you can dive again for a hundred years, life with the sky.

　　So the king before his death, ordered to let the Uruk within the most skilled forging craftsmen, relocated to the treasury within the family, the world instead of the king to maintain the maintenance of artifacts, but also this treasury hidden under the shell of the king turtle, will be released.

　　Nowadays, the sea has changed, the years have changed, this king turtle exactly where …… this king can not predict.”

　　That divine turtle, it really was Gilgamesh’s thing.

　　Lin Qiye secretly thought.

　　”The location of the treasure trove, I’ve already found it.” Lin Qiye said, “But that king turtle …… I can’t handle it.”

　　”That king turtle’s strength is not bad, back then, this king also relied on the power of the treasure trove to subdue it, it’s not surprising that you can’t approach it.” Gilgamesh nodded.

　　”Other people might not be able to take this king turtle, but you should be able to …… You have this king’s [Tyrant’s Wrath] on you, as long as you give off some aura, it won’t actively attack you.”

　　Lin Qiye’s eyes gradually brightened.

　　”I see.”

　　Gilgamesh pondered for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to say something else when his eyes suddenly froze!

　　That emaciated and weak face once again twisted in pain, the veins on the backs of his hands rippled out one by one, and under his struggle, the iron cables on the throne trembled violently and made clanging noises.

　　Lin Qiye subconsciously took a step back, his brows furrowed.

　　Here we go again ……

　　Gilgamesh’s bloodshot eyes suddenly widened as he looked around sharply, as if he was on guard against an enemy that was about to appear somewhere.

　　”It’s you guys …… again! This king will kill all of you!”

　　Gilgamesh’s roar, mixed with the sound of clanging iron cables, echoed within the sick yard, the caretakers who were busy washing and cooking were startled, whispered a few times to each other, looked at the courtyard with some trepidation, and lowered their heads to speed up the progress of the work at hand.

　　A figure clad in a tattered robe leapt down from the second floor.

　　Sun Wukong glanced at Gilgamesh, who was roaring maniacally on his throne, and turned his head to look at Lin Qiye:

　　”What happened?”

　　”I found his treasury and just asked a few things before I had another attack.” Lin Qiye bitterly spoke.

　　He looked at the top of Gilgamesh’s head, and the healing progress bar, once again, jumped up horizontally from side to side.

　　”Got a clue?”

　　”Sort of, I always felt that this time’s treasure trove outing should have something to do with his current condition.”

　　Sun Wukong nodded, “You go, leave this place to me.”

　　Lin Qiye was about to turn around and leave when Gilgamesh, who was trapped on top of the throne and struggling madly, suddenly opened his mouth:

　　”No …… no …… these are all fake!”

　　”This king is in the hospital …… hospital …… Lin Qiye!!!”

　　Hearing the frantic Gilgamesh call his name, Lin Qiye’s footsteps lurched and he quickly turned his head.

　　Only to see Gilgamesh’s cloudy eyes, a wisp of clarity emerged vaguely, and he yelled:

　　”The treasure trove …… you can’t collect …… must first take …… the [Star Coin]! Use it in order to ……”

　　Gilgamesh spat out a few vague words with difficulty, and then the clarity in his eyes receded like a tidal wave.

　　Raging purple aura was vented from his body, hitting the chains on his body one after another, emitting a tidal wave of sound, Gilgamesh looked ahead with a fierce face, surging killing intent sweeping out:

　　”This king’s Uruk, will never allow you monsters to get their hands on it …… Come, fight with this king!”

　　Confusing words came out of his mouth one after another, and Lin Qiye lowered his head, carefully reciting Gilgamesh’s last words as if he was pondering.

　　”[Star Coin]…… What’s that?”

　　”Go ahead.” Sun Wukong calmly took a step towards the chaotic and crazy Gilgamesh.

　　Lin Qiye nodded his head and disappeared into the sickbay in a flash.

　　The Monkey King stood in the courtyard, looking at the Gilgamesh in front of him with a complicated expression, his gaze swept back at the fearful caretakers around him, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached out and gently pulled out his hand at his ear.

　　A golden hoop quickly enlarged and was held in his hand.

　　Sun Wukong single-handedly held the Golden Hoop Rod and used its edge to drag it around the compound, drawing down a large golden circle that surrounded the entire compound within the circle.

　　The moment this golden circle took shape, the scene in the compound gradually faded away in the eyes of the caretaker, and Gilgamesh’s roar disappeared, as if there was a large invisible hand that completely concealed the compound’s existence.

　　”Wait for me!”

　　Holding a harp in one hand and a small mazar in the other, Bracky stepped directly over the golden circle drawn by the Monkey King and stepped into the courtyard.

　　The Monkey King glanced at him, “What are you doing here?”

　　”Don’t you want to guard Gilgamesh here? I’ve come to keep you company!” Bragi waved the harp in his hand and laughed, “How boring for two big men to sit face to face, I can recite a poem for you~”

　　Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes at him, his gaze softening a bit.

　　He turned his head and casually plucked out a monkey hair, changing into an atmospheric rock throne and slowly sat down, facing the black throne where Gilgamesh was.

　　Sun Wukong, clad in a tattered robe, sat cross-legged on top of the rocky throne, propped his head up with one hand, and spoke faintly:

　　”First things first, I didn’t save a spot for you.”

　　”It’s fine, your throne is too high for me to sit comfortably anyway.” Bragi laughingly opened his small matzah and sat down, “I’ll just sit on my small matzah, it’s fine.”

　　Before the two thrones that stood facing each other, Bragi, who was sitting on the small matzah, looked small and thin.

　　Sun Wukong’s eyes gave Braki a complicated look and withdrew his gaze.

　　In the middle of the isolated golden circle, the two thrones, with a small matzah, stood in a three-legged circle, which was surprisingly somewhat inexplicably coordinated.