The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Ezio, who was looking around in the stronghold, was slightly taken aback when he heard Zelin's question. "What's the matter?"

"Remember what I told you, why did I come to Constantinople?" Zelin took a deep breath and suppressed the irritability in his heart. He didn't know when the statue disappeared, nor did he Knowing exactly where he went, irritability won't bring him any results. "I stored the statue here, but it is gone now. I suspect it was taken away by the Templars after occupying this place. I want to know if the Templars have other strongholds in this city or Warehouse."

"You lost your things? Don't be nervous, my friend, if the Templars want to take something, it must be because of their value. This also means that they will not ruin it. We still have a chance. Take things back."

Ezio's voice is more comforting, but Zelin is not someone who will feel depressed because his things have been taken away.

"I want to find a way to inquire about the information of the Templars, damn, why would they be interested in an unremarkable and badly worn statue?"

"Your employer didn't tell you, is there any secret to that statue?" The Assassin Instructor asked, touching his stubble chin. "I know that the Templars like treasure and gold, and power more, like a monster that wants to devour everything, but there is one thing that they are better than ordinary thieves, that is, things of average consideration are not good. They don't. They blackmail beggars, even though they are keen to turn others into beggars."

"No, I don't see anything special about that thing."

Of course he knew it, but he couldn't say that it was actually a magic artifact, and his behind-the-scenes employer was a wizard archmage.

"Don't worry, those Templar knights took it because they definitely thought it was valuable. They won't destroy valuable things. I'll help you inquire about the information, and then regain it."

Zelin didn't know why the Templars thought that the unobtrusive statue would be valuable. This was the most troublesome place. He couldn't infer the purpose of the enemy from this behavior. Any behavior has its own purpose. Stealing is because of property, brutality may be because of anger, baby crying may be hungry, but who will pick up the worthless garbage and treat other more property as nothing. This kind of contradictory behavior in common sense usually means that the enemy has a more dangerous plan.

"I hope they can keep it well. If they can only find a pile of rubble, my employer will not tear me up." Zelin sighed helplessly. This incident was a little too unexpected. The day after he just put the stone sculpture in the Grand Bazaar stronghold, the place was attacked, and then it took a lot of effort to get the jammer missing. On the contrary, this series of things made him helplessly shake his head, just like a series of things that had already been planned.

"If your employer wants you to lose money, I still have some money in my hands. Although it's not much, it's okay to pay you liquidated damages."

Ze Linqian smiled and waved his hand. "I have been wandering outside for so many years, and I still can't afford to pay a penalty."

Two assassins walked in from outside the gate, they saluted Zelin and Ezio, then walked into the stronghold, and began to clean up the traces left by the Templars-except for the grilled fish left behind.

No one minds receiving some loot.

"Let's go, don't trouble Yusuf's people."

Chapter 1263: Traces of Traitors

When the first ray of morning light brought new life to this huge city, people still showed up as usual, traveling, working, and supporting their families, as if everyone slept soundly and steadily last night. No one knew that in just one night-within two hours of a night to be exact-hundreds of people lost their lives. Maybe they know it, but they don't have much interest in it, but some merchants in Grand Bazari have pushed their sliding doors to the top, opening their doors to welcome customers, rather than half-covering them, looking like they are ready to close at any time.

Zelin yawned, shook off the water droplets from his hands, and wiped his face vigorously with a towel. The cold water is always a great way to refresh yourself. Rubbing his eyes, he walked to the edge of the fence of the Galatia headquarters and looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside through the fence. The sounds from all directions converged, and the sound was still very small, but when it was too much, it turned into a kind of meaningless hum.

The headquarters door opened again, and Aziz, the janitor, came out with a yawn.

"Good morning."

The girl with slightly brown skin opened her eyes immediately, and then bent down apologetically. "Sorry, Master, this should have been for me to open the door first. I, I didn't know that you woke up so early, I thought the key was lost."

"Don't be nervous, do I look like a cannibal Minotaur?" During the time he met Ezio, Zelin also understood some metaphors and legendary monsters of this world. The sky hasn't cleared completely yet, the sun is red in the early morning, and the remaining night is still reluctant to give up, but has to give way to the day. The headquarters is located under the Galata Tower, and the shadow of the tower casts down, making the courtyard appear a little shady. "Your key." Zelin threw the key that he took out when opening the door to Aziz. The girl reached out to catch it, put it in the left pocket of the dress, and then patted the dress, as if to make sure whether to return it or not. Same inside.

"Is Yusuf back?"

"The mentor has returned and is in the stronghold in Galatia." Aziz said sternly. She put on a hood from behind and immediately became a standard assassin, but Zelin knew that she was still recruited. In the two months of newcomers, most of them are still newcomers in the headquarters. The Brotherhood of Constantinople was established without much time, and the number of newcomers far outnumbered the skilled elite assassins.

Zelin nodded to Aziz, moved his shoulders, and listened with satisfaction to the groans in the joints. He pushed open the fence gate and mixed in with the colorful crowd.

The demon hunter didn’t rest at all that night. He told Francesca the news that the thing had been stolen by a local power. Surprisingly, the elves did not express any surprises about it, and said what if Zelin arrived. Going to one place will not cause some trouble, but she will feel strange. This made Zelin feel dumb. Although he didn't like this statement, it was like some people said that a demon hunter would have trouble with him wherever he went, but so far, he seems to be unable to find a rebuttable example.

There were more and more people on the street, and one after another dressed and dressed people walked out of their homes and mixed into this crowded street. They all wear loose cloth robes. Men’s clothes tend to be tan or light yellow, decorated with dark red stripes, while women prefer bright red, green and dark cyan, fringed headwear and eyes with eye shadows. , Under the decorative veil, there is more mysterious beauty. Galatia is the largest immigration area in Constantinople. There are Venetians, Italians, French, Greeks, and similar to the Ottomans, such as the Mamluks mentioned by Ezio, or more. Dozerin feels different, but the person who can't name him. Several gypsies were sitting on the side of the road and fiddled with their performance props, and there was even a man with the appearance of a pirate.

Pirates are rampant here, and Ezio also encountered pirates at sea, and finally came here after changing ships at the port of Latakia in Syria. The result was that Yousef spent a few more days in the sun on the dock.

Entering the stronghold in Galatia and pushing the door open, the demon hunter asked a pungent medicine smell. The assassins injured in the battle last night were arranged in the Galatian stronghold. Doctors bandaged their wounds. Many people wore white bandages and wandered on the cushions. Yusuf, with curly hair, was particularly conspicuous surrounded by more than a dozen white hooded assassins. Before he walked over, Zelin heard that Yousef was confessing the mission to the other assassins, so he waited a while, and only walked towards him after Yousef had given the mission.

"Ah, my friend, how was your rest last night?" Yusuf greeted him with open arms, still so enthusiastic. "You wake up so early, are you not used to living here? Just tell me if you have any problems, and I will help you solve them. This is not the same as Italy. I will try to make you feel at home."

"It's nothing. When I was outside, I was used to all kinds of emergencies and staying up for several days." Zelin scratched his cheek and looked around. The smell of the potion was mixed with a little **** smell, which means Some of the wounded were recently wounded and had just finished bandaging, rather than the battles in the previous stronghold. "The Templars stole my things. No amount of comfortable cushions and warm fireplaces can relax me. You have another battle with the Templars? How many people were injured?"

Yousef already knew that Zelin's things had been stolen. He frowned slightly, then shook his head. "This time it was more difficult than the stronghold battle. We lost five people."

Zelin was a little surprised. He knew these assassins. They were few in number, but they were concealed and flexible. Unless they were ambushed, it would be difficult to lose so many people. "What's the matter?"

"I know why the Knights Templar can assemble so many people to attack the Grand Bazaar and Galatia without our knowledge." Yousef walked out of the stronghold as he said. Standing outside, he held the guardrail on the street with both hands, his expression a little tangled, as if he was being forced to say something shameful.

"Our sentry was killed... Five people. We found the corpse. The wounds on the neck and back of the heart were all fatal with one sword."

The demon hunter raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You mean..."

"Knowing the location of our sentry, we can still attack without them guarding, and considering the marks left by the wound, I can basically be sure." Yousef bit his lip. "A traitor has appeared in the Brotherhood."

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As long as it is an organization composed of rational creatures, traitors will appear. Anyone and any creature are no exception. There are so many reasons why Zelin is reluctant to think about it. The Brotherhood of Assassins, when Monteriggioni of the Ezio family was captured, thanks to a mercenary traitor, the front of the Poggia family surrounded the manor at night, which eventually led to the fall of Monteriggioni, Ezio’s Uncle Mario died in battle.

"Who knows about this?"

"You, me and Ezio." Two seagulls crowed and flew across the sky above the stronghold, and the sun soon disappeared into a dark cloud, just as Yousef felt now. Traitors appeared in the Brotherhood, which was incredible to the zealous Yusuf. He regarded all the assassins as his best friends and close brothers. When Zelin first came to prove that he was connected with the brotherhood of Rome, he immediately welcomed him warmly, but now, all kinds of evidence show that, A traitor appeared in the Brotherhood, who also helped the Templars deal with their colleagues and assassinated them.

"Who the **** is this? Why does he want to do this? The sentry who can kill us silently, he is either super skillful, or he has been in the fraternity for a long time, and has a good relationship with other people, otherwise he doesn't know. Know the specific location of the sentry." Yousef muttered to himself in a low voice, lowering his eyes to look at the pedestrian street below, but Zelin knew that his attention was not here.

"We have to find him, and we have to be fast, otherwise the Templars may be killed at any time without our noticing." Maybe they can catch the assassin traitor and figure out the Templars from his mouth. The plan, or the purpose of their attack, the best result is that they can understand the deployment of the Templars, so that they can make a corresponding plan to destroy the enemy, and also take back what Zelin lost. Last time, the Templars broke through the Grand Bazaar. Although they were retaken by them, it allowed the Assassin Brotherhood to see the hidden power of the Byzantines. Now the Templars’ power in Constantinople is far away. Far more than five years ago, if they choose a better time next time—for example, when Ezio and Youssef are not there—to launch an attack, it may be questionable whether the Brotherhood can keep the stronghold.

Yusuf sighed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. There were some bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and he should have not rested all night. "Every day bad things happen. When Ezio comes over, I will take you to the scene where the body was found to take a look."

"Ezio is still resting?"

"No, he went to find a way to save people from the Byzantines." Yousef pointed to the direction of the dock. "We got news that the Byzantines arrested some workers and locked them in cages at the docks. I remember that Ezio was very good at recruiting manpower. If only he could help us recruit some manpower. In the battle last night, We have lost some brothers. Compared with sacrifice, this victory is insignificant. We need to recruit manpower, expand our strength, and prepare to face off against the Templars."

"Don't worry, if he is there, people in this city who are dissatisfied with the Templars will soon find a way to resist the Byzantines." Zelin stayed in Rome long enough, and he witnessed it with his own eyes. How the Poggia family, which was in power in Rome, was defeated by Ezio and his friends. Caesar thought that no one was invincible, but he fell in front of the gates of Rome, not to mention the Byzantines who had not yet controlled the city.

The wind in the early morning was very cold, and the sea breeze from the northern Black Sea made everyone tremble. The weather in coastal cities is like this. It only takes a gust of wind and a cloud to attract a rain, or bad weather for several days. Yousef took Zelin to a wide square. In the middle of the square, there is an obelisk surrounded by flowers and plants. The whole square is triangular. The three sides are two continuous house lines and a staircase leading to the bottom. There was a cart of straw not far from the obelisk, and there were not many people here in the early morning. Those who wake up are busy going to work, and those who can not go to work have not yet woken up. ‘

Seeing the carts full of straw, Zelin immediately looked at Yusef with his heart, and Yusef nodded at him, and he immediately backed up two steps and retreated to the edge of the square.

They were waiting for Ezio, and Zelin could only hope that he would come here as soon as possible. Some parts of this square were not right, and the eyes of the demon hunter had found three problems. Untidy stone slabs were laid on the square. It has been around for years. He noticed that there were still traces of blood in the gaps between the slabs. Not far from the benches on the side of the square, there were also blood stains and boots stepped on to stay. Under the soil. This is obviously because of a battle, no one will step on a chair during the battle, which will make people lose their balance. So Zelin's gaze moved upward, and finally stayed on the edge of the roof above the bench.

That's a good location for assassination at high altitude.

The attacker must be an assassin, otherwise who would have such a skill.

Just when Zelin was worried whether a pedestrian would ruin the scene next, Ezio jumped off the roof of the nearby house and fell right next to Zelin. He threw down his sleeves, and the hem and neckline of his clothes were stained with water. "Should I not be late?"

"Better on time than the bridegroom attending the wedding. All the people on the pier were rescued? How?"

Ezio's movements paused, as if thinking of some bad memories, he coughed lightly. "They were blackmailed by the Templars. The Byzantines arrested them and required their families to pay to release them. I let them go. Several people were willing to join us. Yousef told me before dawn. His discovery, a famous assassin betrayed the Brotherhood, is it here?"

"Yes." Zelin pointed to several other roofs. No one could be seen on the roof, but he knew someone was on it. "Yousef and his men are monitoring the nearby city. An assassin was killed here not long ago. He said you have a way to find out the identity of the murderer? Yousef has already put his assistant in ambush." He came here with his assistant Degan, as well as some of the most reliable assassins. Degan was appointed as the administrator of the new Grand Bazaar and was Yusuf’s most trusted assassin.

"Of course, no prey can hide under the eyes of an eagle."

Ezio's words were like puns, Zelin frowned slightly, but the Assassin Instructor had already paced towards the square. Seeing this, Zelin didn't say anything, but clasped his chest and looked around vigilantly, making sure that he could draw out his sword at any time to deal with attacks from all directions.

Chapter 1265 The Lost Creed