The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Verification is the full amount."

When the Sudanese soldiers announced the verification results, everyone seemed to be relieved.

"Very good." Tariq nodded, and the Sudanese soldiers immediately went over to take over the box full of gold coins. He turned to Manuel "Then, you will have the honor to visit the arsenal. After you are satisfied, I will deliver the goods to the place you specify."

"Are your people ready to go?"

"Ready, you can go anytime."

"Very well, I will give you a map within this week and ask your people to send the arms to that place according to the location indicated on the map." The Byzantine heir sighed. "Well, it's finally over. For this, I planned for a whole month."

"You'd better hurry up, the longer the time, the more likely someone will discover this." Tariq urged Manuel. "Some time ago, Prince Suleiman returned from a pilgrimage to Mecca. I am worried that this shrewd prince will see some clues. By then, none of us will benefit."

"Then let us inspect the goods first. If the goods are good enough, my fingers may become more flexible because of a happy mood, and I will be able to show the map tomorrow."

Manuel walked directly into the armory. He couldn't wait to see more. Tariq followed him, but what the Byzantine did not know was that it was not only Tariq who followed him. One person.

The first thousand and ninety-one chapters of the decisive battle plan

Manuel II visited the arsenal with great satisfaction. Before leaving, he had to leave by boat, just like when he arrived. This is not just for confidentiality. Manuel did not believe the people of Tariq and left by boat. Once someone was followed, they would immediately notice. Zelin found that he had overestimated the trust between the two conspirators, and it was obviously not feasible for Tariq to follow Manuel in the name of escort.

Perhaps this is why Tariq must keep his plans so guarded. It is not easy to draw this old fox out of the nest. Once he notices any disturbance, he will definitely disappear without a trace.

In the armory inside the arsenal, Zelin took off the uniform and mask of the Sudanese soldiers. "You didn't follow him?" He unexpectedly saw Ezio appear here. According to their plan, Ezio should be on the way to track Manuel at this time.

"Yousef is following with his people. Manuel's boat is docked outside the city, but the old fox is not among the people who came ashore. He should go straight back to his lair."

"Youssef?"

"He didn't know our plan. The Assassin brothers reported to him that a ship carrying arms had entered Constantinople, so he came here to check the situation." Ezio picked up Zelin and set it aside. The soldier's mask, a little unexpectedly asked, "How did you connect with Tariq?"

"When I was in the palace, I thought he was from the Templars, but he said he was also investigating Manuel." Zelin folded his clothes and put them in the storeroom, and made a gesture to Ezio. . "I can't fully believe him, so I asked to join his plan. Whether he is really loyal to the Ottoman Empire or not, I can meet Manuel or his agent."

"You should have told me earlier, my friend, these days I have been investigating the traitors and Tariq in the Sudanese soldiers." Suddenly, Ezio seemed to have thought of something, and his joking expression gradually became solemn. Replaced "Since Tariq is not a traitor, who put the killer in in Topkapi Palace?"

Suddenly, Zelin also realized this. He kept focusing on the stronghold and lair of the Templars, but almost forgot about it.

Zelin and Ezio glanced at each other, and they both thought of the remaining person, who was the least suspicious.

The crown prince of the Ottoman Empire, Prince Ahmed.

"That cowardly prince?" The empire's prince and the empire's greatest enemy conspired to overthrow the kingdom, which is really interesting. "We have to keep an eye on him, Ezio, you can enter and leave Topkapi Palace at will, whether it is Ahmed's plan or someone spoofs his name, as long as he starts to do it, we have to make him regret why he would and The Templars joined forces."

"We must be careful. Prince Ahmed has a special identity." Ezio has his own concerns. He not only helps the Brotherhood here to defeat the Templars, but also allows the Brotherhood of Constantinople to grow and develop. . If it is not handled properly, the Brotherhood is likely to end up in a worse position than the Roman Empire was still alive.

"I understand, I won't do anything casually." Zelin waved his hand, indicating that he understood the importance of this matter.

"Yousef thinks that we should take the Templar stronghold near the Golden Horn, so that we can better control the dock area."

"No, I have a suggestion. We have to wait and give the Templar a chance."

Zelin sighed, all the assassins had to do now was to wait. For half a month, the Templars almost looked like a hibernating bear, burying themselves deeply in the prepared hiding place. The assassins should not continue to attack now, they should give the Templar a chance.

Today's Templars are like monsters who hide in the ground and refuse to come out after knowing that the demon hunter appears. The assassins keep attacking and frustrate them. If you want to hunt such monsters, hunters can't stand in their dens. Before, you should avoid it after placing a bait to make the monster think that the hunter has gone. When it leaned out of its body, after a brief survey, it thought that the hunter had really disappeared, and when it relaxed its vigilance, it was an excellent time to attack.

Manuel will come up with a map within a week. Within this week, the Brotherhood will find out all the hidden strongholds and leader captains of the Templars in the city. When they do it, they can immediately take the Templars. In Constantinople and the base areas outside, of course, the most important thing is to let the Templars take the lead, so that the assassins can get enough evidence of counterattack.

"For example, let them think that the Brotherhood is beginning to shift their main energy from Constantinople to Rhode Island?" Ezio immediately followed Zelin's suggestion, and he lowered his eyelids and paced slowly. "The situation of the Knights of Rhode Island is terrible. I heard from Sophia that Grand Commander Philip was going to sell his collection in exchange for funds. The Brotherhood could contact him in the name of the purchaser, so that the Templars thought we were starting to prepare. Using Rhode Island as a stronghold, radiating to other parts of the Mediterranean, so they might try to get their heads out. Yousef sent someone to the Levant some time ago, and the Templars must be trying their best to collect our activities on the west coast of the Mediterranean. News."

"Rhode Island? It's too far, we can't wait that long."

"The Knights of Rhode Island have their own merchants here. We only need to touch them to spread the news." Ezio stretched out a finger. "I went to meet with Prince Suleiman. He is in the Topkapi Palace. He is more convenient to monitor Prince Ahmed than we are. If Ahmed does anything, we should be able to know in advance. And if it is Su Prince Lyman is willing to help in this matter, and our actions will be much easier."

"Well, that's great." Zelin moved his wrist a bit. "Let's get started. I'll go back to the headquarters first."

"I will go to see Yousef now, and then to Topkapi Palace, I will go to Sofia again, and we will meet at the stronghold at that time."

After discussing the plan, Zelin and Ezio were going to separate, and Yousef was still waiting outside the armory. Due to the meeting between Tariq and Manuel, the Sudanese soldiers sealed the entire area so that Yusuf could not sneak in without special means. Ezio wants to explain the situation to Yousef. Next, the Assassin Brotherhood will do its best to eradicate the Templar forces here. But now they have an advantage. Tariq's Sudanese pro-army will be a reliable and powerful ally, at least in dealing with the Byzantines.

The Templars will find that the enemy they have to face is not only the assassin.

The first thousand two hundred and ninety-two chapters of encirclement and anti encirclement

For the residents of Constantinople, there has been a lot less fighting between the streets these days. It seems that both sides of the fighting suddenly realized what kind of negative impact they had brought to the residents of this city and disappeared. . Some people feel unhappy because the Templar patrol has appeared again, and this time there are no assassins to help them drive away the boring Byzantines, and these Byzantines, just like a few months ago, began to swagger through the market. The merchants in the controlled area were levied and levied, as if they were the masters of the city.

But the assassins have already begun to act.

Like the deadly undercurrent under the calm sea.

"My dear nephew, I heard rumors outside, you must help me!" In Topkapi Palace, Suleiman, who was looking down at the chess game, raised his head and looked up from the marble path surrounded by flower beds. The figure of him walking over. He doesn't need to see who it is, he knows who is coming, who can call him a nephew in this palace, besides Prince Ahmed, who else can be.

"His Royal Highness Ahmed, is there anything worth worrying about like this?" Sulaiman stood up, smoothed his pale green robe, and asked calmly.

Prince Ahmed seemed to be over forty years old. His appearance was indistinguishable from other ordinary people, but he seemed to be scorched by the complicated things, and there was no trace of energy in his light brown eyes. Matched with the short brown hair and neat beard is a gorgeous coat of red, green and white. His look flustered and matched with his lack of energy. It was really difficult for people to judge whether he was the pretend appearance or not, perhaps he usually looks like this.

"I heard rumors outside, people were saying that Sakuru, the leader of the rebel army in Asia Minor, had actually entered Constantinople!"

"I think it must be a lie." Suleiman looked down at the chess game, as if such boring rumors might be more interesting than continuing to play chess. Ahmed also noticed the chessboard placed here.

"My dear nephew, do you have any other guests here?"

"Ah, I just chatted with a European consultant I brought from Italy and played a game of chess, but he has gone back." Suleiman pointed to the chessboard. "This is a very interesting game. Europeans and we have a different set of gameplay, some of which are very interesting and deadly. Are you right, Your Highness Ahmed? Let’s have a game of chess. Boring rumors are irritating."

This Prince Suleiman has always been known for his rigor and politeness, and Ahmed seems to have become accustomed to the name of his Highness.

"Yes, this must be a lie. How could a betrayer enter Constantinople? It would be nice if everyone could discern the truth, but there are many stupid people who believe this. This is a vicious rumor. Some people hope that others think I can’t manage a city well. If this news reaches your grandfather’s ears, he will definitely expel me from the city! There is also the Sudanese soldiers in Tariq, you know, they can’t wait right away Drive me out of this palace and let your father sit on the throne, as if I were not the crown prince appointed by His Majesty the Sultan!"

The young prince shrugged. "Grandfather chose you to be the crown prince, and the words of the sultan must be carried out. Therefore, I don't know what to argue about."

"Suleiman, I know you are embarrassed by my fight with your father for the crown prince. I was very close to your father, but his cruelty and ambition made him..."

"Okay, His Royal Highness Ahmed." Suleiman interrupted Ahmed's long and sensational speech about to begin with a wave of his hand, and he rarely showed an expression of impatient impatientness, as if he had been tired of hearing such words. "I think what you came here today was not to say this, right?"

"Yeah, I must know who is secretly conspiring such disgusting rumors. I will conduct a search across the city to dig out the rats that spread the rumors from their drains, and then severely punish them and let them I know, the manager of this city is me!" Speaking of his own purpose, Ahmed's eyes became piercing, as if only this kind of revenge could make him feel a little bit happy. Suleiman couldn't help but shook his head slightly. His uncle had always been inferior to his father in the past. Even after he became the crown prince, many people still have this idea. He must be very happy to have a chance to raise his eyebrows, but such a method of proof is really stupid. What else can he get besides pushing more people in the city to the opposite side.

"Dear nephew, everyone in this city knows that you are a good and wise person. If I do this alone, the ministers, especially Tariq, may oppose me, but if you can support me, they I won't say anything more."

Prince Suleiman regained his sense of "support? Ah, no problem. But please allow me to think about it, Your Highness Ahmed, this is not a trivial matter, but please rest assured, I will give you an answer before this afternoon."

"That's great." Prince Ahmed's eyes betrayed him, and there was no hint of joy in it. "Then I will wait for your good news."

Ahmed didn't stay here for an extra second, and Suleiman didn't mean to stay here. When Ahmed's figure disappeared behind the flower bed, Suleiman immediately turned his head and looked at the stone pillars in the rear courtyard, as if judging whether there were any people there. Then, he sighed slightly, and a gray figure came out from behind the stone pillar.

"His Royal Highness." Ezio bent over slightly.

"Ezio, what do you think His Royal Highness Ahmed has this time?" Suleiman squinted slightly, and he touched his chin. "You tell me that His Highness Ahmed is very likely to join forces with the Byzantines and the rebels in Asia Minor? Why did he do this? This is a very serious accusation."

Ezio raised his head and looked in the direction of Ahmed's disappearance. "This is an excuse to mobilize the city defense forces to attack me and my friend."