A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 18: Is this person an undercover agent from the Execution Department? Is this Nono?

Monday, 2:50 p.m.

Chu Zihang went to the rooftop of the preparatory class building alone. According to the rules, the rooftop should be sealed off.

However, the commissioner has his own privileges. As long as he uses an investigation as an excuse, neither the team leader nor the preparatory class will stop Chu Zihang.

This was the most suitable place Chu Zihang could find to meet with Mr. Fool.

The entire campus is covered by surveillance cameras, even in empty classrooms. Apart from student dormitories, you could be filmed anywhere else.

As for taking Mr. Fool back to the dormitory, Chu Zihang would not do that. If he ran into the senior students from the Executive Department who happened to be returning, he would be in big trouble.

The teaching building is the tallest building inside the preparatory class. The rooftop is not visible from the surrounding area. As long as you listen carefully to the sound of the stairs, you can detect anyone coming in time.

Chu Zihang is very confident in his current hearing.

Feeling the unpredictable gale on the rooftop, Chu Zihang raised his hand to check his watch, a rare sense of unease rising in his heart.

With one minute left, how will Mr. Fool appear?

Moreover, the mysterious person who previously occupied the position of Principal Meng Yutang said that every Monday afternoon at three o'clock, this group of newcomers would be summoned.

This detail suggests that there are at least two newcomers. Could it be that Mr. Fool will bring another newcomer with him?
……

Meanwhile, at the Regent Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in Binhai City, Chen Motong sat on the sofa in his suite, intently observing his surroundings.

No, still not.

No matter what, there are no clues. How is Mr. Fool going to find her and have a meeting with the other newcomers in the old church?
Chen Motong frowned. Had she overlooked some minor detail? Or did the Old Church possess some means beyond imagination, or at least beyond the scope of profiling?
……

Time ticked by, and Chu Zihang and Chen Motong stared intently at their watches/wall clocks until the last second hand, along with the minute hand, turned to the 12 o'clock position.

As the clock hand moved forward one notch to officially point to the 3 o'clock position, a crimson light erupted in front of the two of them.

The boundless crimson color seemed to engulf them and the rooftop/suite, endlessly.

When she came to her senses, Chen Motong quickly looked around and was then deeply shaken.

The countless stone pillars surrounding it seemed to support this small world, supporting the majestic dome and forming a simple yet incredibly grand palace.

Looking into the distance, all that could be seen beyond the enormous palace was an endless, churning gray fog that even seeped in, filling up to the ankles.

It was as if there was a supreme command that the gray fog entering the palace could only stay at this height.

Nearby was a long table made of bronze, engraved with endless mysteries, and twelve high-backed chairs with cloud patterns and mysterious designs.

Besides that, at the far end of the long table, on the throne at the head of the table, sat the Fool, a man clad in a black robe and shrouded in gray mist: "Welcome, please take your seats, all three of you."

It's the voice of Mr. Fool, but, three people?
It was only then that Chen Motong realized that there were two people beside her whose faces were obscured by the gray mist.

They seemed to have just noticed Chen Motong and the other person, and they were equally surprised.

Chu Zihang and Chen Motong could not hide their shock. What kind of method was this?!

Even the Nibelungen of the Dragon King wasn't this outrageous, was it?
They were quite certain that, in their preparatory class rooftop/hotel suite, it was highly unlikely that they were at the entrance to Nibelungen, the Dragon King, no matter what!

So it wasn't the Nibelungen, but simply the Fool's trick, that instantly pulled them from a great distance to this mysterious palace.
Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable!
This unpredictable ability to travel through space completely exceeded their knowledge and imagination.

Even though I had imagined many things before coming here, I never thought about spatial travel.

Compared to Chu Zihang and Chen Motong's stunned silence, Xu Lie himself seemed rather indifferent, immediately taking the chair closest to the Fool (Baolie) on the left. No need to be surprised; it's just an alias, a long-standing tradition of the Gou family.

Seeing Xu Lie's actions, Chu Zihang and Chen Motong came to their senses and quickly followed. Chu Zihang noticed the difference between men and women and chose to sit in the second seat from the left.

Chen Motong was no different. The gray mist only obscured her face, not completely. Besides, she also had her own little schemes.

Upon arriving at this mysterious palace, Chen Motong felt the sense of security she had longed for!

This led her to lean more towards the old church, and she subconsciously hoped that she could receive more attention from the old church and Mr. Fool, so she simply sat in the right-hand seat.

After sitting down, she boldly observed the man opposite her. He was wearing a cheap street-brand T-shirt and casual pants, and she couldn't really tell anything about him.

Profiling can only reveal that the other person is relatively relaxed, optimistic, and carefree; no further details can be discerned.

As for the brother on the left, you can see a lot from him!
The iconic black trench coat worn by the Kassel executive department alone reveals far too much!

Chen Motong was secretly astonished. Was the Old Church really that powerful? They could even poach people from the Kassel Executive Department?

Or has the academy discovered the mysterious force of the Old Church and sent agents to infiltrate it as undercover agents?
Who is this person?

As Chen Motong secretly observed Chu Zihang, Chu Zihang realized that the black trench coat might expose his identity. While regretting his actions, he couldn't help but scrutinize Xu Lie and Chen Motong.

Chu Zihang immediately noticed something. He couldn't discern anything from Xu Lie or Chu Zihang, but he could see the woman's bright red hair...

The more I look at her, the more she looks like Nono.

Oh no! Chen Motong's heart skipped a beat. Her profiling ability revealed that the guy on the left, who was suspected to be an undercover agent from the Execution Department, was staring at her red hair!

This is bad, what if they really recognize me?

There's no point in covering my hair now, damn it... Could this really be a Kassel spy?! Should I report him to Mr. Fool?
Before Chu Zihang and Chen Motong could think further, the Fool spoke.

“All three are promising newcomers with exceptional talent, and are highly regarded by the church.”

Mr. Fool, who was at the head of the table, said in a mysterious tone: "From now on, every Monday afternoon at three o'clock, it will be like this."

"During this time, I will assign you tasks and teach you to remember your contributions in order to provide you with subsequent potion recipes and other things."

"Afterwards, you can communicate on your own, exchange intelligence and conduct extraordinary transactions, or choose to leave early."

"Now, let me introduce you to each other. Would you like to remove the gray fog and reveal your true appearance and real names?"

The amount of information was too much for Chu Zihang and Chen Motong to process immediately.

Remove the gray fog? That's risky. Chu Zihang and Chen Motong looked at each other and began to worry.

At this moment, Xu Lie's true form proved useful: "Thank you, Mr. Fool. No need to remove it, just keep it covered."

The other two breathed a sigh of relief and echoed in unison, "Thank you, Mr. Fool, but we don't need it."

Mr. Fool remained aloof and motionless, yet wisps of gray mist drifted toward Xu Lie: "In that case, you shall use code names to address each other."

"This is Mr. Error."

Wisps of gray mist surged toward Chen Motong again: "This is Lady Dreamer."

Finally, they surged toward Chu Zihang: "This is Mr. Red Priest."

(End of this chapter)