The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The party was divided into two parts: inside and outside

The outer part is a spacious marble hall, and the middle part is open, making it look like a spacious patio. There are the most guests here. The moonlight hangs on the neatly manicured treetops. Guests with different clothes are in groups. Through their costumes, you can tell where these guests come from. The servants carrying the trays shuttle among the guests, filling the guests with empty cups from time to time, looking at each other, the soft piano sound and elegant bagpipes caress everyone's soul.

"Excuse me, sir, are you lost?"

Ezio was in a bad mood. He held the lute in his arms and flicked the strings lightly. A soldier who belongs to the Sudanese army from his uniform stood in front of him with undisguised suspicion in his eyes.

"Oh, no, no."

"Are you a musician? Then you should know that we didn't pay you to let you wander around the banquet hall."

The soldiers reprimanded mercilessly.

They were separated in the venue, and the Turkish musician was taken directly to the internal venue to play for the Ottoman guests, while he and other musicians from Italy were left outside, to the people from Italy, Serbia, Bosnia and Armenia, and Peloponnese. The Greek guests who are scattered play the piano. He can't really go to the guests to play music, at least not for a long time. Perhaps his Florentine tune can be mixed with the inspection of soldiers, but it is impossible to satisfy these visionary guests. If he is kicked out, it will definitely affect the plans of the Brotherhood.

Ezio's mind quickly looked for a way to get out, his face remained unchanged, and his hand was playing the Florentine country tune.

"Yes, please forgive me. This courtyard is so beautiful. If I can, I should go back and meet my Italian friends."

"Really? I looked at..."

No one knew what doorway the soldier saw. He suddenly bit his tongue, swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach, then made a perfect standing, turned and walked with his back to Ezio. The other end of the venue.

Ezio looked at the obviously unusually behaving soldier with a little bewilderment, but there was nothing wrong with the soldier's back. Just like other soldiers patrolling in the meeting place, they were scattered in the corners and corridors of the meeting place, half covering their faces. Under his mask, a pair of eyes stared at all the guests attending the meeting. With some doubts, the assassin mentor quickly returned to the group of Italian musicians he had newly met.

"Ha, Ezio, do you have a spare string? My string broke." A lute from Milan saw Ezio's figure and immediately waved at him as if he had seen a savior. Set out to walk over. "This is the sixth string I broke this month. I shouldn't lower the fourth string by a third."

"Sorry, my friend, I don't have any extra strings on my body either."

Ezio stretched out his hands helplessly, and the musician's expression instantly changed from expectation to disappointment.

"Well, this was a very pleasant performance at first. It seems that I am leaving early." The Milanese put on a bitter face, and the neck of the broken string lute was like a tree branch about to be crushed. . In this regard, Ezio is really powerless. Suddenly, he thought of something and stretched out his hand to stop the musician who was about to leave.

"Wait, you take my lute and give me your lute. I know a few Ottoman musicians, maybe they have spare strings on them."

This is a good opportunity to let him meet Yusuf in a fair manner, and even the guards can't complain about a lute player who needs to change strings.

The Milanese's face has undergone three major changes in a short period of time, disappointed, delighted, and disappointed, and finally frozen in surprise. "This is really ok? Thank you, Mr. Ezio, you are really my loyal friend. After the show is over, please tell me where you are in this city. I must come to thank you personally. We can Let’s discuss the tuning methods of the lute. Are you interested in Eastern tuning methods?"

"It's just a matter of hand." Ezio quickly handed over his lute. After the musicians in Milan thanked and left, he immediately hugged the new bad piano in front of his chest, pretending to be the assassins. The Turkish musician walked over. After explaining the reason with a Sudanese soldier guarding the area, the guard waved his hand impatiently and signaled Ezio to rush over. Before leaving, he did not forget to urge him to change the strings and perform as soon as possible. They are here to perform, not to enjoy the party.

Yousef doesn't have much musical talent, but mixing with other assassins who understand musical instruments, it's not a problem for him to fiddle a few strings pretendingly.

"Good job, Master, we are still thinking about how to get in touch with you. But we can't talk for too long, I will make a long story short. You go to the inner courtyard first, and we will meet there later."

"Good idea, what are we going to do there?"

Nearby assassins played musical instruments one after another, and others began to hum their familiar tunes, drawing their attention to themselves one after another.

"Go and meet the protagonist tonight. If we are lucky, we can meet Prince Suleiman in front of the Templar killer. But be careful, Master, there is a possibility of danger hidden inside." Yusuf light brown His eyes quickly scanned the nearby crowd. "Where did Zelin go? I never saw him."

"I don't know, but don't worry, maybe he is staring at us from other places. When he fought against the Pogia family back then, he was no better than any other master assassin in the Roman Brotherhood. The threat is less."

"Then we are ready to act." Yusuf began to make meow-like noises on the strings, showing that he was really proficient in sitters. Of course, he hasn't forgotten to pass Ezio a spare string, and the performance must have a beginning and an end.

Not only were the assassins preparing for action, standing on the watchtower on the edge of the palace, Zelin, who had just hid a fainted sentry in a long crate, wiped the sweat from his forehead. The wizard's magic brought a lot of consumption to his physical strength. Although it was not for him to cast the spell, he quickly interrupted her explanation before Francesca fell into the preaching time again. Now is not the time to study in class.

Standing on the edge of the observation deck, with a shoe stepping on the wall, Zelin leaned forward and squinted slightly, staring at the palace where people came and went. This high tower happened to overlook most of the Topkapi Palace.

Soon, his gaze stayed on the avenue of the palace's inner court, and a group of Sudanese soldiers was crowding two Ottomans towards the venue.

"Well, the protagonist of the party is here."

Chapter 1278 New Magic Support

The atmosphere inside the venue was obviously different from the outside. It's much quieter inside, and every guest is whispering, but whether it is the food on the table, the decoration in the hall, or the quality of music and dance, it far exceeds the level of the outer hall.

These are the people who need to be personally interviewed by Prince Suleiman.

"Pay attention to all the people who are invited. You must ensure the safety here."

A man in well-dressed black armor reprimanded two Sudanese soldiers guarding in the corridor. "You two, check the kitchen and the servants' passage, and tell the guards there that they have exceeded the required reporting time for ten minutes." His armor combines protection and beauty, as if it were modified from a ceremonial robe. With his full body armor and a beast-shaped mask covering half of his face, and the deep and deep voice, the two Sudanese soldiers immediately saluted with their legs and left according to the man's command without any hesitation.

Hearing the footsteps of the two soldiers leaving, the man stepped towards the banquet hall. The scabbard on his waist collided with the armor and made a subtle collision. The gems inlaid on the hilt of the knife reflected bright light regularly as they swayed. Moonlight. He straightened his back and looked at any of the guests in the outer hall like a sword. It was like throwing a piece of ice into a hot stove, and the place where his eyes swept over, the sound instantly dropped a lot, even The sound of insects in the bushes of the flower bed seemed to be silent because of this. Every guest, at least most of them, knows who the man appears in front of them.

Tariq Barletti, the leader of the Sudanese army, took control of the most powerful army in Constantinople after the departure of the Sultan of Bayezette.

And the route he patrolled all received Ze Lin's eyes.

"He began to doubt it."

Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man who was likely to have contact with the Templars. He is dangerous, but he is also likely to know more secrets that demon hunters urgently need to know. This is the best mobile phone meeting, otherwise it would be even more difficult for Zelin to start from him again when Tariq returns to the army barracks in the city after the banquet is over.

The banquet has reached its climax. The guests drank a lot of wine and ate a lot of delicacies. Zelin could see a whole cow being grilled on the fire and smelled the aroma of roast lamb sprinkled with strange spices. The servants are speeding up. Of course, for an artistic evening party, the banquet is just a simple part of the entertainment.

Two distinguished men surrounded by their own troops entered the inner court meeting place. Within the vision of the demon hunter, he noticed that several assassins had begun to move on the periphery. No one noticed that there were fewer guests around them. , The bushes in the flowerbeds came in handy, at least after dawn, before the servants clean the garden, no one knows how many corpses are hidden inside.

This is a hidden war, the guests are still talking and laughing, but the Templar killer and the assassin are already fighting in secret.

He has moved to another sentry tower. To Zelin’s surprise, the guards on this sentry tower are not there. This is very abnormal. For such an important party, the guards in the palace should maintain the highest level of security, not Dereliction of duty. The location here is good, you can overlook half of the inner courtyard, but if he can get to the top of the banquet hall, he can find a chance to attack Tariq without disturbing other people. After the distinguished persons were sent into the venue, Tariq patrolled the banquet hall alone to check the guard posts. Zelin had already engraved his route in his mind.

"Four, Enid, are you sure?"

"A small challenge, but I am an archmage. I hope you first consider whether your body can bear it."

"You seem to have forgotten what school I came from, Enid, I believe in my body and the mutants in my body."

"This is a fighting technique that only a wizard can try... well, maybe the second mutation really makes your body a qualitative leap?"

The area of ​​the palace's inner court is only about 300 square meters. There is a huge circular skylight at the top. The bright moonlight can just pass through the skylight, adding a sense of tranquility to the palace below. On the top of the palace stood four archer guards, standing at the four corners. When any guard is attacked, it will attract the attention of the other three guards. This will not only prevent anyone from trying to attack the people inside from the top of the palace, but the towering palace can also be used as an observation deck to monitor the courtyards and corridors below.

An archer carefully observed the surrounding environment, watching the guests attending the party in the courtyard below with a vigilant eye. He held a bow and arrow in his left hand, and put an arrow on the bowstring in his right hand, ready to shoot at any target that appeared nearby. His whole body is tight. This does not mean that he has discovered a threat, but a long-term professional habit that allows him to react quickly when abnormal wind sounds in his ears.

He heard the whistling sound in his ear, and the moment he turned his head, the body of the guard had already started to lean slightly to avoid possible attacks in accordance with the training he had received in the past. This action is very effective, but for the attacker, it is not enough to avoid. His eyes only saw waving arms and black fists, and then the darkness eroded his consciousness.

The first guard slammed his temple, and the bow and arrow in his hand slipped down and fell to the ground with a snap. The other three guards turned their heads one after another and looked at their fallen colleague. They saw their companions fall to the ground, but did not see any assailants.

The next moment, the second guard was punched in the back of the head, his eyes protruded forward, his body staggered forward and walked forward for two steps, then he leaned forward and fell directly to the ground.

But in the eyes of the remaining two guards, it was the night wind that knocked them down.

Then, the eyes of the third soldier were suddenly tilted. The punch made him fly out and rolled on the ground several times before stopping. Finally, he lay on the ground face up with his limbs spread out, his white eyes showed him. Has been completely unconscious.

All this happened so quickly that in less than two seconds, three of the four people standing scattered had fallen down. These soldiers were fairly well-trained after all, and the fourth soldier immediately recovered. He didn't know what had happened, but they were indeed attacked and needed to be alerted.

He opened his mouth and bit his tongue. As soon as the third soldier fell, Zelin's figure instantly appeared beside him, and then hit the chin with an uppercut, causing his warning cry to turn into a painful scream in his throat. But this scream failed to come out, the demon hunter grabbed his head and slammed on the decorative eaves that turned up on the corner of the palace.

The fourth soldier's body immediately softened.