Chapter 1093 - 889: Demon God as Teacher, Uriel as Spy (2)

Chapter 1093: Chapter 889: Demon God as Teacher, Uriel as Spy (2)

Uriel shivered all over: "Why bother acting? Just kick me out of the chamber of commerce."

Raphael sighed: "Hopefully it’s not an act, otherwise their intelligence is downright terrifying."

Sela was annoyed: "I finally finished the transfer business in Oak City, only for them all to go play in the city!"

Raphael chuckled: "Anyway, Black Iron City Beauty is attending the celebration in Gem City and can’t come back, so you’ll accomplish nothing going back..."

Michael said gravely: "This is the Black Dragon Lord, you must accompany with full dedication."

Sela sighed: "Understood..."

At this moment, Uriel was in a bad mood, suddenly detecting an invisible presence floating above him, feeling even worse: "What’s with this rendezvous? Either walk over or teleport, what’s with this floating, showing off his skills? Testing my strength? Or is he just ignoring me?"

Sariel snorted coldly: "Then show him your might!"

Gabriel exclaimed: "No way? Uriel has nowhere to go but their protection, to dare strike upon meeting would surely be regrettable later."

Sariel snorted in irritation: "Precisely because of the protection, automatically considered lesser. Must establish dominance upon meeting, prevent being underestimated."

Gabriel laughed: "Boss, what’s your view?"

Michael was helpless: "Still don’t know the opponent’s character, hard to judge. Guess the coin."

Everyone laughed heartily: "Uriel, guess the coin!"

Uriel gritted his teeth, tossed the coin: "If it’s heads, I’ll show him!"

Sure enough, heads!

Uriel laughed, pulled out the divine artifact, and blasted the invisible figure in the air!

With a flash, debris fell from the sky!

Uriel was stunned: "Invisible puppet?"

The next moment, Uriel suddenly sensed a fluctuation in space behind him, just as he was preparing to act, a barely tangible "glass dagger" was placed against his neck: "Codeword."

Uriel was shocked, everyone exclaimed: "What kind of power is this?"

Uriel had no choice but to give the codeword: "Go into town for fine wine."

A cold snort came from behind: "I think you’re unworthy! You’re as clumsy as a new recruit. If you were an enemy, you’d be dead!"

Uriel was speechless with anger!

Gabriel noticed a faint blue mist behind Uriel, immediately deducing: "That’s Oak City’s mid-range brand Late Dew makeup remover! It eliminates most traces, usually used by women."

Uriel immediately retorted to regain face: "Sir, using ordinary remover to conceal presence, doesn’t seem very professional, does it?"

A sudden pause from behind!

Uriel eased up, continued: "Is it Oak City’s Late Dew brand midrange makeup remover?"

A cold snort from behind: "You understood ground world to this extent?"

Gabriel laughed heartily: "Uriel, don’t you owe me thanks?"

Uriel sensed the shock from the opponent, rejoicing internally as he embellished himself: "My specialty is intelligence! Without it, all there’d be would be fighting and killing, what’s the use?"

Behind said: "You have a point, perhaps there’s a task perfect for you! Everyone follow me."

With that, teleported to the front, still a blur of invisibility.

Uriel dared not look back for fear of losing track, waved to his troops: "Follow me, let’s go!"

And following, Uriel noticed the scene swirling, it was Shrinking Earth!

Even moving nearly two hundred people along with Shrinking Earth!

Uriel was bewildered: "Is this strength from an ordinary logistics member?"

Raphael exclaimed: "Not many in Gem City have this strength, even Eve might not be on this level!"

Gabriel laughed: "Accepting over a hundred people isn’t small; maybe it’s the organization leader personally testing."

Uriel found it likely, couldn’t help but ask ahead: "Sir, may I ask who you are?"

A cold snort ahead: "No asking! You sure you’re a professional intelligence officer?"

Uriel was irritated and flaunted knowledge: "I know organizations function on one-way contact, subordinates unaware of superiors; I’m just stunned by your strength. Few in Gem City match you, even genius Eve is inferior."

Ahead responded sternly: "Then it shows your intelligence isn’t quite spot-on. Strictly forbidden to ask more."

Uriel was quite irked: "Understood...understood!"

In these brief words, Uriel realized he’d returned to Hell Passage, continuing Shrinking Earth, seemingly a lamp ahead, entered, scene changed.

Suddenly a luxurious but unpopulated tavern, tables arrayed with aromatic grilled meats and fruits.

Uriel exclaimed: "An underground bar?"

Gabriel remarked: "Seems like it, reminiscent of a thieves’ headquarters type."

The blurred figure said: "Now, this is your settlement base, drink any alcohol, eat any meat, sing any song, but not allowed to attempt leaving!"

The troops, tired and weary from a day’s battle, cheered as they sat down eagerly to feast.

The blurred figure spoke to Uriel again: "You, come over!"

Uriel followed into a side door, scene switched again, suddenly like a clothing store.

Michael was amazed: "The disguise clothes used by Imperial spies!"

Uriel feared being underestimated, promptly flaunted intelligence capability: "Imperial spy disguise clothes?"

"Correct, your task is to choose a disguise outfit, enter Black Iron City, investigate Aamir Khan’s Count’s Mansion. A Baron Andariel disappeared there a few days ago. Upon finding anomalies, return to Gem City, someone will naturally contact you."

Everyone exclaimed: "It really is Andariel!"

Uriel was simply amazed: "I’m just an iron-tough guy, used to fights, mining, those plain mindless tasks, now I’m to be a spy here?"

Gabriel sighed: "All because you wanted face, claiming you’re intelligence-specialized."

Uriel was infuriated: "Who let you talk about makeup remover?"

Gabriel chuckled angrily: "You don’t thank me, blame me instead?"

Sela laughed: "It’s good, I couldn’t alone control all of Black Iron City, Uriel can help disguised."

Michael remarked: "Sela has a point, let Uriel adapt."

Uriel sighed helplessly: "Understood."

Then entered role status: "I know intelligence agents can’t ask much, but as a super agent, I need more detailed task info to leverage autonomy."

The blurred figure said: "Because you’re a super agent, can’t provide detailed info, these could be target’s fabrications, possibly misleading. Choose clothes, then go through the mirror..."

Uriel asked again: "What about my hundred chamber of commerce subordinates?"

"No suitable task for them currently, just relax, drink, sleep. Their forms don’t fit appearing in crowded ground areas."

Uriel recruited them for contributing to the chamber of commerce, not for leisure!

"Sir, should you be addressed as master now, I implore you to arrange work for them, even if to be robbers in Pioneer Village outside the third ring. As vice president, I can’t allow my subordinates such idleness."

The blurred figure laughed: "Since you request, the organization will consider appropriately."

Uriel was finally satisfied, but seeing this array of occupational clothes, difficulty picking arose: "Master, can I choose only one?"

"Yes."

Just then, the butler reminded: "Mr. Uriel, opt for this plumber’s outfit."

Uriel couldn’t believe: "Super Mario? Wearing such lowly clothes, how to sneak into Count’s Mansion?"

The butler said: "After arranging personnel investigation, the Count’s Mansion seems to have clogged restroom drains, tried three batches of cleaners without remedy, likely the result from Divine Team and Tata team actions last night."

Uriel was quite vexed: "I mean I need to unclog the toilet?"

Michael coughed lightly: "Uriel, experiencing life’s low points can be a novel gameplay."

Sela laughed: "Indeed, joy you can’t fathom!"

Uriel snorted coldly: "You derive happiness from Fak..."