……What servant?Claude was a bit confused and didn't know how to respond. Instead, he stiffened his face, glanced lightly at the priest, and gave him a faint look.The priest, whose excitement had clouded his judgment, suddenly calmed down. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. He instinctively knelt on the ground, fearfully pressing his forehead against the cold floor.How could he presume to guess the thoughts of the god and even attempt to influence His actions? Fortunately, the dog god was merciful and did not hold him accountable. Otherwise, for such offensive behavior, being skinned, tongue-pulled, and thrown into a hellish oil pan would not be an exaggeration.Seeing the priest's fearful expression and realizing he should not have mentioned anything related to the god's servant, Claude breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that as long as he remained silent, wore a poker face, and gave the priest a meaningful look
Claude, who had been pondering how to inform the Twenty-Eight Constellations about his weaknesses, unexpectedly received new information during the night patrol. While the Southern Gong team was working together to deal with an evolved and strengthened Hellcat, Claude noticed a few hurried figures flash past a nearby corner. During nighttime patrols and battles, they habitually activated the spatial shielding device. Ordinary people without psychic abilities couldn't see their figures and were unable to enter the shielded area. Individuals behaving surreptitiously in such a daring manner were highly likely associated with a malicious psychic sect. Metal claws severed the Hellcat's head, and before witnessing it transform into black mist, Claude leaped backward. In the blink of an eye, he landed behind the cultists. A swift palm strike unleashed a formidable gust, catching the unaware psychic criminals off guard. Startled, they hurriedly fled backward. Grass a
Now that it has been confirmed that there will be an undercover agent from the Twenty-Eight Constellations participating in the return banquet, Golden Retriever is enthusiastically planning how to reveal his weaknesses."You can't be too obvious; it might raise suspicions about authenticity and could also give other psychic sects an opportunity to strike," he said, leaning his chin on one finger. "If we act before the Twenty-Eight Constellations make a move, we might inadvertently allow other sects to take the lead. That would be quite entertaining."Since the Twenty-Eight Constellations can infiltrate the Psychic Dog Sect, it's only natural that other psychic sects might attempt the same. Facing a group of mixed characters, Claude must use all his ingenuity to set up the expected situation.[But your weaknesses aren't real; you're just pretending for others to see.]The dog toy looked puzzled."Yeah, weaknesses are, of course, just an act," Claude
Undercover agent Claude, guided by the cues from his dog toy companion, immediately recognized the counterpart when the latter spoke. Claude was delighted as he pondered how to approach and have a private conversation with him. He couldn't believe his luck – what better reason to get close to someone than a shared love for dogs? The curious gaze from the canine deity and the envious glares from other fervent believers didn't faze the undercover agent, who maintained a respectful yet not obsequious demeanor.The undercover agent's lips curved slightly as he began, "I have two that I adopted from a kennel when they were just two months old. They're over four years old now. Additionally, I found five puppies on the streets near my home after their mother went missing on a rainy day about half a year ago."With a poised attitude, the undercover agent effortlessly deflected the resentment from those who initially harbored ill feelings towards him. Claude, expressing s
"So why is it chocolate?"Ignoring distractions, Lihua joined the Southern Palace team for the night patrol, leaving the Golden Retriever sitting in the study of the Supernatural Sect's mansion, pondering grumpily about where the mistake might have occurred. He couldn't understand why the undercover agent overlooked the obvious clue of the mirror and mistakenly considered chocolate as his weakness."Maybe because you happened to take a bite of chocolate at that moment?" suggested the playful dog toy."It doesn't matter. The result is the same. All twenty-eight constellations have learned about the Golden Retriever's weakness," said the dog toy cheerfully.The Golden Retriever widened his eyes. "Where's the similarity? One is a beautiful mythological setting, and the other just shows that I'm allergic to chocolate. It's a huge difference!"The dog toy rested its chin on its paws. "But dogs can't eat chocolate in the first place."They b
Not sure if it was to strike the Twenty-Eight Constellations swiftly or to obtain the divine power granted by the deity as soon as possible, but the High Priest's actions were even faster than Claude had imagined. The night after the patrol ended, Tang Aibai discussed the information gathered by the Twenty-Eight Constellations in the meeting room."In four days, the Dog God will summon the believers at the Monkey Hour, granting them the powerful strength of divine servants," he said, his expression serious. "Originally, the Twenty-Eight Constellations planned to proceed step by step, first verifying the authenticity of the information about the Dog God's weakness, then deploying manpower, and adjusting the response strategy based on the situation. However, since we don't know the extent to which the Dog God can enhance the power of the divine servants, we can't take such a significant risk and let them act without interference."In other words, they had to launch an at
After assigning the task of setting a trap to the priest, Golden Retriever stayed in the bedroom of the villa and rarely went out. Following the principle of less talk, less action, he hardly intervened in the priest's management of the sect, except for bringing the undercover agent from the Twenty-Eight Mansions to his side.Having seen Lord Bo during the banquet treat this fortunate person who raised seven dogs with special attention, Golden Retriever had already speculated that he might be the first to become a servant of the god. The fact that the priest wanted him to serve by the god's side was not surprising.In the past, he might have secretly taken some actions against the undercover agent out of envy, but now he was too busy with the preparations for the ritual, devoting almost all his energy to the mental struggle with the Twenty-Eight Mansions. He aimed to ensure that the plan would proceed smoothly, hoping that the god would be in a good mood and willing to
Lihua swaggered through the heavily guarded gates and entered the scene of the psychic cult's ceremony.Some fanatic believers, upon seeing a living creature, instinctively screamed and aimed their dark gun muzzles at him.Lihua impatiently tilted his head, extended his paw, and pushed the person blocking his way aside.The believer, realizing it was just a cat, quickly retracted his weapon with a smile on his face. He squatted down, attempting to please the dog with foreign words, "Woof, woof!"Lihua cast a disdainful glance at him, flicked his tail onto the believer's face, and turned away with arrogance.Everyone knew that the Dog Deity favored dogs. Even the most trusted servant was fortunate to gain favor because he had seven dogs at home. Nowadays, the prices of dogs in the city were skyrocketing, all due to the fanatical believers eager to emulate the undercover agent in winning the deity's heart. Tang Aibai had recently complained at the Tw