Eagle Flag of Epirus

"Quickly, come with me!" With his own guard, Justinian rushed to the prison in Fort Wiscari without paying attention to the others, and when he saw that there was no one in front of the prison, there was no guard. For a moment, my heart sank in time.

not good!

"Ready to fight!" Justinian drew out the sword in his hand, and the guards around him also took up weapons. Although it is not clear what is going on, since Justinian is so nervous, he is obviously careful. Don't be careless.

Slowly pushing the door open, Justinian nervously took a step, and oncoming was a strong smell of blood, and the familiar smell of rust made Justinian immediately understand that a killing was already here. ended.

Justinian, who didn’t say a word, walked forward and went straight to the entrance of the dungeon gate. He no longer had any doubts. Undoubtedly, the opponent’s target was definitely the assassin Nurdin who was locked down below. .

He was too careless, completely focused on dealing with the Venetians, but he didn't expect the other party to take advantage of this opportunity to rob prison, and seeing this, the Turkic guards also followed.

Holding a bright torch to illuminate the dark dungeon, and sure enough, the Assassin Nurdin who should have been in it was gone, he was too late.

"Damn it!" The angry Justinian slammed a fist against the wall on the side, originally relying on Nurding as a breakthrough point, and it also made the Assassin assassins somewhat scrupulous. But now, his plan fell through. But even if I regret it, there is no possibility of remedy now.

"Master Justinian, they shouldn't have walked far, and the body hasn't been completely cold." Imaz, who checked everything around, reported, and it was obvious that the group of people who had robbed the prison had just left.

But Justinian shook his head and said, "No, don't chase." He actually gave up the pursuit. Of course Justinian had seen the corpse. It was true that the opponent should have just left soon, but he was immediately injured from the knife. Seeing that this was a masterpiece of the Assassin, it seemed that there was more than one successful Assassin. It was too risky to pursue the assassin with his own people, so he took the initiative to give up.

Although he was generalized by the opponent, Justinian still had a dark move that had already been laid out, until there was nothing that worried him too much. The only regret was that he had lost the opportunity to defeat Leosgros. There is no doubt that the man hides it very well, if it is not completely solved, then it is almost impossible to take Odosia away safely.

However, what Justinian did not know at this time was that shortly before they entered the prison, the Assassin had just evacuated and hid in a dark corner, witnessing the actions of Justinian and others.

"Have you noticed so soon? What a terrible little guy!" Seeing Justinian leading someone into the dungeon, Sabah touched his chin, this was the first time he looked so close. To each other.

Do you want to take the opportunity to get rid of him in one go? The interested Sabah thought to himself, after all, he had to rely on the other party for his failure in these few actions. Now it is undoubtedly the best time to get rid of the other party.

The butler of Duke Leo's house on the side also urged impatiently: "Your Excellency Sabah, why are you still hesitating? Now is a good opportunity to kill that kid!"

But Sabah coldly said with a look of disgust: "You don't need your reminder, Greek, I don't need to follow your wishes in what I do."

"But—" The butler on the side wanted to say something, but was forced by the other's stare to swallow the words back.

And although cold words and cold words withdrew the opponent, but in fact Sabah did not want to let Justinian, the Assassin assassin always pays the price, and now it is indeed time for the kid in front of him to pay the price.

But just when Sabah was about to give an order, suddenly Nurding, who was weak and weak, opened his mouth to stop him:

"Please wait, Lord Sabah."

It is in Persian, which is obviously a very secret thing, and I don't want to be known by others.

"What's wrong, Nuerding?" Sabah looked at his subordinates in a strange way. It was obviously a very important thing to speak to himself in Persian, so he asked in Persian too. But Nuerding slowly took out a ring from his arms, placed it in his palm, and handed it to Sabah.

"Look, this was given to me by the person when I was in prison, my lord, I am a little bit uncertain about the identity of the other party."

And Sabah, who saw the ring in front of him, also changed color suddenly. It was the ring Justinian handed to Nurdin before. As the leader of the Assassin Assassin, Sabah recognized it as Ah. Something that only the senior members of the Sahin Assassin can have.

"Who did you say gave it to you, why did he have this thing?" Sabah asked in a trembling voice~www.ltnovel.com~ and Nuerding looked at the expression of his leader before he believed Justin. The ring that Ni gave to himself was real, and he replied truthfully: "It was given to me by Justinian. He said...it was his. He claimed to be dispatched by Lord Sheikh."

"It's impossible!" Sabah said, the Assassin assassins in the past are pious jihadists, working for the heretics in their eyes.

But what Nuerding said below surprised Sabah in his heart, "But his skill is indeed exactly the same as ours. I played against him for a short time before, there is absolutely no problem, and he still knows the Eagle's Nest Fort."

The Eagle’s Nest Fort is the headquarters of Assassin. It is not well known even among the Eastern Sultans and Emirs. What's more, the Roman Empire, which is now a corner of the Roman Empire, but Justinian even knows this. This makes Sabah’s predecessor The denial was suddenly shaken.

Seeing Sabah’s hesitation, the confused butler at the Ducal Leo’s mansion could not understand what the other party had just said. He was very surprised. It was a rare opportunity to kill Justinian in a thousand years, but these Saracens seemed to have something. Scruples.

"What are you waiting for? If you don't do anything, it will be too late!" The somewhat irritated old man couldn't help but shouted, but a cold light flashed in front of him, and Sabah's short knife fell on his neck again, with a sharp blade. His mouth had cut through his wrinkled skin.

"Noisy! It's not your turn to tell me what I want to do." Sabah, who warned the opponent again, immediately retracted his Damascus knife in its scabbard, glanced at the prison door and then turned away.

"We have done what we owe Leosgross. There is no need to trouble yourself, let's go!" Although the man said so, his hand was holding the ring tightly, with a hint of expression in his expression. heavy.