The Journey of the Demon Hunter

I got it. Ezio thought.

"I have heard your name, Desmond." He slowly turned around, and the library bookcases seemed to be transformed into a real and illusory light under the shining of golden apples, outlined by the straight lines The outline of the entire library. "A long time ago, these illusion-like images now reverberate in my mind. I don't know where you are? I don't know what will happen to you when you hear me, but I know you are listening."

He understood everything.

What I am looking for, what I am looking for, I once felt hesitated about it.

Ezio raised his hand, and the Hidden Blade was fixed on his wrist guard. This weapon, which was first known for assassinating the Persian king Xerxes, was exactly what he relied on most. When his father was framed and imprisoned, he returned to his home, returned to the basement of his home, took out the assassin robe, and the most important Hidden Blade. A noble son from Florence became an assassin mentor following the path of his father and brother. Hidden Blade has never left him, just as he has never changed his status as an assassin.

With a sound of breaking the leather buckle, Ezio took off the Hidden Blade in his right hand, he let go, and let the Hidden Blade fall to the ground.

With another sound, the second Hidden Blade fell on the ground on the left.

He moved his freed hands, then drew out the saber around his waist. He held the knife, staring blankly at the blade reflecting the cold light, and then clinked, and the sound of the scimitar falling on the ground echoed in the golden-lined library.

"I have exhausted my life and tried my best. I failed to comprehend the meaning of survival, but I was just like a moth blindly following the candlelight." He took a deep breath and looked at the person who didn't know where, but must be by his side. . "Then here, in the end, I feel a strange fact."

His voice was a little tired and a little bit sorrowful. "I'm just a transmitter of information that I can't understand."

Ezio looked in the direction of the library gate, and only the outline outlined by the golden lines remained in the corridor. Altaïr's remains quietly sat on the wooden chair, as if listening to the sentiment of this younger generation, perhaps the assassin grandmaster already knew about it.

Everything they did, the hardships they suffered, the setbacks they experienced, the goals they pursued, their lives, his dead father, uncle, brother, lost love and relatives, and so much suffering, betrayal, and sorrow , In the end just to convey a message that does not belong to them.

"Who are we? Who cares for us so much and shares each other's stories? To communicate through time and space? Maybe you can answer the question I just asked, maybe you can make the pain and suffering that I go through become worthwhile."

Ezio slowly turned around, and under the brilliance of the golden apple, the figure of a man in his twenties emerged in front of him. He has a capable short hair, slightly growing stubble, and a tight-fitting T-shirt in that loose gray outer shirt. His clothes are different from what Ezio has seen, but Ezio knows that he is Desmond, and their cheeks, eyes, and all aspects are so similar, as if it was a young Ezio. To the old Ezio.

"This is your message." Ezio raised his head and put it on the shoulder of the phantom man-Desmond. "Then, listen."

Bored outside waiting for Zelin suddenly raised his head, the library door slowly opened in front of him. Ezio walked out with his head down.

"What's the matter?" The demon hunter who was sitting on the nearby steps walked over and looked at Ezio with some doubts. As he entered, Ezio appeared full of energy, as if the winner was going to take his trophy, but now, he looked listless. The weapon on his body has disappeared. This is the first time Zelin has seen him take off his Hidden Blade outside in so long.

"Found your stuff?" Zelin asked, but Ezio shook his head, but after a pause, nodded again. He took out a small package and handed it to the Demon Hunter. Looking at the outline printed on the outside of the package when the weight inside fell, he knew that it was Masyaf's key inside.

"What did you encounter?" Zelin didn't take it. "You don't look very good. Isn't there what you're looking for in it?"

"I... I found it, I found a lot." Ezio's steps were a little heavy, and Zelin could only think of one thing if he wanted to describe him in any words.

Getting old.

"Let's go, let Masyaf rest."

That night, they did not find a village where they could rest, so they lit a bonfire on the side of the road. Ezio was silent along the way, as if he had experienced some shock. Zelin didn't say anything until the unbearable silence was broken.

"For thirty years, I have been abiding by the path of my father and brother. And fighting for those who have suffered injustice. For so many years, I have never regretted it." The bonfire kept the shadows under his hood. Pulsating. Ze Lin broke a branch and threw it into the fire. "What do you think, Zelin? Everything you have done, everything you have encountered, is just to convey a message that you don't even understand?"

The demon hunter was silent for a moment. It took him a few seconds to understand the meaning of Ezio's words, and he shook his head. "I don’t know who would ask me to deliver a message, Aizio, or whether what I’m doing now is going on as in a certain plan. I don’t know the truth until the end. I really don’t want to care about these things, Ai. Gio, you have been abiding by the path of your father and brother. You want to be your father, your brother, and I have been like this, want to be someone, or be expected to be someone, Instead of being yourself."

The wind was blowing gently, and the horses lowered their heads and chewed on the green grass by the roadside, and the fire light projected their shadows on the road, pulling them very long and very long.

"Don’t expect to be or expect to be someone, a majestic father, a good brother? Or a messenger of the gods? I don’t know how to say... Someone, and tried every means to spur me, let me go in the direction they expected. But..." Ze Lin took a deep breath and rubbed the tip of his nose. He looked straight into Ezio's eyes.

"Our busy life may come in countless expectations, to be this, to be that, to be a great person, a proud person, a noble person, but not to be myself. I will cherish what I have experienced. Everything, because that can never be replaced, the only life. I am me, I am Zelin, I will only be myself."

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Zelin:

Cooperating with mercenary organizations is commonplace for the Brotherhood, but one of them is worth mentioning. Rebecca tried his best to collect this person’s information some time ago, but in all aspects of history books and history textbooks There are not many records about him. Zelin from Britain, we only know that he claims to be from Wales. As for when he was born and what he has experienced, we don't know. He was like a shadow, suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

In 1506, he appeared near Monteriggioni and was hired by the Brotherhood as a mercenary. Perhaps Ezio’s hospitality and the subsequent brutality shown by the Poggia family affected him, Ze Lin accepted Claudia's commission to go to Rome, but stayed on until he defeated the Pokia family. Before leaving, he left Rome after accepting Ezio's thank you and Leonardo's gift. There was no news or rumors for several years.

Maybe we would think that the story ended like this. After all, it is common for mercenaries to die on the battlefield. It is inevitable that a person with excellent swordsmanship will encounter a bullet behind the attack. But in 1511, he appeared again and had a relationship with Aiji. Au met in Constantinople. Surprisingly, his appearance has hardly changed, except that he has a more expensive and reliable armor and weapons, and he also claims to accept the work of a mysterious client to find a certain sculpture. Unfortunately, we are in No statue objects related to his description have been found in history. This time, the Templar provoked him again, and as in the past, he chose to assist his old friend to destroy this threat.

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Chapter 1326: Winter is approaching

Claudia must accept that he has a Venetian as his sister-in-law.

In Greece, Ezio did not hesitate to express his love to Sofia, and Sofia also accepted Ezio after the surprise. Although their age difference is 20 years, this will not affect their mutual admiration. Each other. Originally Zelin should go back immediately, but after thinking about it, he decided to stay for another half month to finish the wedding. Of course, he informed Francesca through the telescope. In the end, he accidentally discovered that he had been in this world for almost four months. Thinking about it carefully, his first game in Skyrim was only six months, and Saidasi did not exceed a year. .

Before leaving, Zelin told Ezio that he was already thinking about retirement. Although he was going back to deliver the task, he would come to Florence to visit him if he had time. As for Ezio, he and Sofia took out their savings and bought a large piece of land near the hillside on the outskirts of Florence, preparing to build a winery.

He retired.

The affairs of the Roman Brotherhood are entrusted to others. Ezio is no longer an assassin. He wants to live as an ordinary person, as Ezio Auditore, rather than as the master of Assassin Ezio. At first, Claudia didn't understand it, but later saw that Ezio had decided to do this, not just because she chose to retire on an impulse, she turned to support her brother.

By the time the demon hunter returned to his castle through the portal, it was the last day of December 1268.

"You're back, how about the wedding reception?"

"Very good, I can hardly remember when I was invited to a wedding banquet last time."

In the bedroom on the third floor of Mahakam Castle, Zelin was leaning against the fire to record the situation of the castle this year. The number of commissions accepted, the spoils of hunting monsters and expenses and expenses. In fact, this is basically the part he did himself. When he planned to establish the academy, he still hoped that the demon hunters would accept commissions, complete commissions, and collect their own rewards. The academy is just a way to make more Many demon hunters find a suitable commission for them, or let those who need the help of demon hunters know where to ask for help. Although he received a lot of commissions this year, after careful calculation, he basically didn't accept many commissions this year.

In other words, there is almost no income.

"Well, if this goes on, I don't know how long the gold I brought from Gushan will last." Zelin put down his pen, looked at the final result, and sighed lightly. "But our castle shouldn't have to continue to expand. This is enough."

Zelin turned his head and looked out the window. When he first took over, the city was nothing but a courtyard surrounded by stone walls and a three-story stone tower. But now, the castle has expanded into three places around the stone tower with its back on the cliff. Maybe he can consider planning another place as an exhibition area, hang up the trophies obtained after hunting monsters, or pass the monster's corpse. Put it in after the treatment, if there are real objects for reference, those apprentices will be more comfortable when facing the monster for the first time.

However, the expansion of the castle is not without benefits, at least now the potion materials of the demon hunters can be solved by relying on the castle gardens.

"If the unit is a hundred years and there is no benefit, the gold you bring should not last a few hundred years." Francesca, who was lying on the recliner, turned over and looked at it slightly with a smile. Xiang Ze Lin, who seems to be having a headache for gold. The figurine is on the round wooden table next to the lounge chair. "But I know what your Ebin friend did in Aden and Livia, seven logging yards, nine quarries, eight villages’ farmland, two mines and two places. Lake fishing rights, sometimes I really don’t know whether a crown is valuable, or the seals of the members of the merchant association are more valuable."

"I don't think the two are comparable." Zelin shrugged and closed the notebook. "I think those local nobles should be very happy. There are merchants to help them solve the problems of reconstruction and taxation, and the demon hunters ensure that their leaders can stay on their own land and farm instead of fleeing. They only need to stay in their own. In the castle, leaning against the fireplace, enjoying grilled fish, fruit and the latest wines, listening to your housekeeper report how much taxes the merchant's agents have sent them this month. Honestly speaking, this is comparable to their own management. The territory is much more convenient."

"If it were me, I wouldn't let this group of businessmen come to my territory." Francesca curled her lips. "It sounds like a pet in captivity... Oh, this is today's hot tea. Taste it. This is what I learned to prepare, although some ingredients are obtained from other places by magic. I don't I understand Yusefka’s method of blending, but I think there should be nothing wrong with making it with magic." She sat up, flipped through a book that she didn’t know with one hand, and stretched out her fingertips with the other hand to click on the teacup. After a while, a warm heat rose from the teacup. "Yeah. Alright."

Zelin took the teacup and glanced down at the dark green tea inside.

"By the way, why didn't I see where Gnaiya is?"

"She is forging a dagger in her underground workshop." Francesca said casually. There is nothing else to do in winter, Gnaiya often stays alone in her forging workshop to practice her forging skills. She is good at craftsmanship, and sometimes puts some daggers in the dwarf forge in the floating port to sell. It's just that Gnaiya doesn't seem to be satisfied with this. He wants to find some better forging books to learn from. After all, a person who builds a dagger can't make himself a master forging. But after understanding the reason, Zelin knew why the dragonborn was dissatisfied with her forging skills—her dagger could not cut through the scales and bones of the dragon corpse.

Smaug.

Zelin couldn't figure out how to deal with this dragon. Although those keel bones and dragon scales are indestructible, if there is no tool to deal with them and forge them into armor, these hard materials will become very tricky.

"Well, and after two days, I'm going to Kyle Morhan." Zelin gently put the teacup on the table beside him, Ye Naifah was caught by the wild hunt, and Geralt went. Stalking wild hunting, there is no news so far, he at least let the demon hunters of the wolf school know about this.

"Maybe you might have to postpone the plan." The elf's attention seemed to be drawn away for an instant, Zelin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he just mentioned what Francesca was concerned about. "Or take a detour from Redania, and the upper Ponta River will burn." She looked into Zelin's eyes. "Three days before you came back, Kodwin officially declared war on Aden."

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ps: Assassin’s Creed is officially over. As for what the next other world is, if there is no accident, it should be the Ring City.

Chapter 1327: Omens and Prophecies