The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The wall became slippery under the influence of the rain. He grabbed the edge of the wall and pulled himself up with the force of his arm.

"You are not an assassin, why do you want to work for them!"

Zelin's movements are not the kind of assassin's standard climbing, anyone who has received assassin training can see it. Zelin didn't respond, he stared at the man standing on the wall above the wall, and continued to chase him.

Galatia is located at the northernmost point of Constantinople, close to the city wall, and there is also a low wall. The assassins had already blocked the ferry. It was impossible for him to escape by ferry. If he wanted to escape from here, he could only get out through the city wall.

The target's figure was looming in the rain and fog, and the wooden roof was soaked in rain all night, stepping on it as if splashing water on every foot. The city wall in the distance showed a continuous black line in a patch of gray, like mountains hidden at the end of the horizon. The traitor assassin is very flexible, just like a werewolf running in the forest. His speed is much faster than the demon hunter. The gap between the two is widening, and the shadow of the city wall becomes clearer as it moves. . The absence of Francesca is a shortcoming of magic aid. Once the elf is not on the other end of the telescope, he cannot use the power of magic to deal with the enemy.

Zelin picked up the crossbow and shot an arrow towards the spot where he had landed. The arrow glided across the enemy's calf and plunged into the wooden eaves with a buzzing sound.

"If you keep catching up, I will kill you!"

"You can't escape!"

Zelin sipped, instead of continuing to chase, he stood on the roof and shot continuously. Seven arrows in a row formed a diagonal line almost in mid-air, lashing past like a long whip. The assassin heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him and turned a corner while running. The arrows blocked the way he ran towards the city wall. The demon hunter shot all the arrows out of his head, but the seven arrows still failed to strike. When the assassin jumped to another roof, one rolled and hid behind the chimney, avoiding the remaining throwing knives.

Seeing that there were no new shots, the assassin walked out with open arms and pointed his finger at Zelin.

"You can't catch up with me, half assassin, your speed is too slow!" Behind him was the high wall of Constantinople. There were no soldiers on the wall. The rain drove all the soldiers into the tower. "I will come back again and tell Yousef that I will step on him and his ridiculous creed in the mud!"

"No, you can't go." Zelin shook his head and put down the crossbow. The eyes of the demon hunter seldom miss what appears in the line of sight, whether it is a row of black birds falling on the tower of the city wall, or a figure enclosed from below.

Before the traitor could react, Ezio, who hung under the eaves, reached out and grabbed his calf, pulled him hard to make him lose his balance and fell off the edge of the eaves. Immediately afterwards, Ezio released his other hand and let him fall under the influence of gravity. The two of them quickly disappeared under the dense roof.

He saw Ezio copied from the side bread. The crossbow bolt itself was not intended to hit a fast-moving target, but to make the opponent be forced to a position where Ezio could do it while avoiding.

Zelin hung the crossbow back on the buckle around his waist and ran towards the place where Ezio and the traitor fell. He jumped from the roof under his feet and crossed the gap between the two houses. His boots fell to the edge of the opposite house, and he felt the sense of stability from the soles of the boots. Two steps forward, he saw two people on the street under the house.

The traitor fell to the ground, and a pool of blood had flowed from under him, which was filled with rain.

"This is for your betrayal."

The cold voice of the Assassin Instructor passed into Zelin's ears, and Ezio didn't notice Zelin who came by, maybe he just didn't look back because he knew who came by. Zelin thought he would directly ask the traitor why he would betray the Brotherhood. He didn't do this, it seems that when he came here, he didn't want to know the answer.

"Betrayal?" The assassin grinned, blood pouring from the gap in his teeth. "The Creed and the Brotherhood betrayed me!" He coughed violently. "There was, there was a time, that your creed was as important to me as air and water... as it should be. But when the Turks marched into Wallachia, your assassins didn’t stop them. Their brutality! Me, how can I believe it anymore..."

The gloomy sky is like an indifferent face. It was quiet here, only the sound of rustling rain and the sound of Barry's heavy breathing.

Ezio was silent, he squatted down beside Barry, his eyes fixed on Barry's eyes, which did not lie.

"If a person's faith can't help his people, save his family, protect his wife and daughter..." Barry reached out and grabbed Ezio's shoulder, clasping his fingers. "Tell me, assassin, what can such a creed do for this world!"

The wind is tighter.

Barry's fingers gradually loosened, his eyes gradually turned white, and his arms drooped to the ground covered with blood and rain.

"May you rest in peace, brother." Ezio closed Barry's eyes and laid him flat on the ground.

The wind is getting colder.

Several assassins chased out from the nearby streets. They looked at the scene in front of them, feeling a little at a loss.

"...Ezio?" Zelin reminded the assassin instructor in a low voice.

"Zelin..." Ezio took a deep breath, but he didn't exhale for a long time. There was more hesitation in his eyes that he had never had before. After a few seconds, maybe half a minute, Zelin didn't know how long it was, but it didn't matter. In the end, the assassin instructor sighed. "It's over, we should go back."

"Master?" Degan stepped up and asked Ezio. "What shall we do next?"

"He is Barry, our action is over." Ezio moved his wrists, and Hidden Blade retracted into his wristband with a chuckle. "You are doing a good job, tidy up here and disband."

Degan was a little strange. He looked at Zelin with questioning eyes, but he didn't get an answer. So he had to wave his hand at the other assassins on standby and began to clean up the traces here.

Zelin sighed lightly and walked to the assassin mentor "Ezio" who had left alone.

"What's the matter?" Ezio raised his head, with the confusion and thoughts in his eyes that could not be concealed. Zelin knew that the confusion was not because of himself.

This reminded him of a very distant memory.

When he was a fledgling demon hunter, when he always thought that by offering help to others, they would respect themselves and smile friendly to themselves.

Later he realized that this was only his wishful thinking. At that time, he and George talked for a long time, and said, considering their longevity, why not consider doing other things. Except for the eyes, they are no different from ordinary people. Later, George tried to persuade him to come back.

He patted Ezio on the shoulder.

"Are you free these two days? There is a very interesting tavern on the gypsy side. Just a few days before the scheduled time of Tariq, are you going to check it out? That tavern is no matter whether it is food, drink or beautiful. All of the dancers are worth a visit."

Ezio chuckled lightly. "The tavern that makes you, a person who has traveled to many places, pays attention must be very special. I can do it anytime. If it is not as good as you said, I will invite you to treat it."

"Then let's go, I think it's worth the money, you know, I never make fun of the money in my pocket."

While talking, the two of them walked into the rain curtain at the other end of the street.

The rain is still falling.

It's not so cold anymore.

The first thousand two hundred and eighty-eight chapters meet each other

"...None of us expected that the person who poisoned the girl was actually the housekeeper who had been looking after her. In order to cover up his behavior, the housekeeper blamed all this on a colleague of mine and accused him of not fulfilling the entrustment. He took the remuneration, and in order to eliminate the evidence, he also hired four killers to assassinate him. It happened that one of the killers belonged to the same organization as ours in the past. Of course, that was all in the past. Our organization has long been in the past. It doesn't exist anymore."

In the gypsy tavern, Zelin and Ezio were sitting near the fireplace. The rain outside was still falling, but it was much smaller.

"I don't know yet, you like a solitary person, but you have joined the organization?" Ezio shook the wine glass in his hand, leaned back and leaned on the seat. He took a sip and wiped off the residual foam at the corner of his mouth. "I don't know that there is such an organization in the world? I should be ignorant. The British region has its own fraternity, and we have no contact with our European fraternities and the Nordic fraternities."

"That's not to talk about any organization, it's just a loose alliance. You can help each other when you need it. The power of one person is always not as good as the power of a group of people." Zelin waved his hand, indicating that this is not counted at all. What. The tavern was very deserted. There were only two of them guests. The tavern owner didn’t seem to expect that there would be guests coming in this terrible weather, but he still prepared drinks and food for them, and added them to the dying fireplace. Some firewood.

"Then in this commission, you met with a sword soldier who belonged to the same alliance in the past because he became a killer? Ah, gold is a magical thing. The killer you killed must be a swordsman, but still Willing to do something hurtful for the gold." Ezio looked at the remaining half glass of wine. They rolled like seawater in wind and rain, but disappeared in a sea pit in the next moment. He sighed and put the empty cup on the table. "I've seen too many things like this, but this time it's different. He didn't go to the Knights Templar for gold and power."

"Yes, Ezio." Zelin bent over, leaning forward slightly with his arms propped on the tabletop. "But they are no different. The killer I killed, he thinks that making money is the only way to be worthy of the skill, and it is obviously easier to kill people to make money than to kill some wild creatures. I can say that his behavior and thoughts are both Wrong? Maybe it’s okay to stand on my own stand, but in the entire league, there are many people who have the same ideas as him. What do you think I should do, Ezio? I always think that our existence is Right, we can protect many people from evil, but not everyone thinks the same as me."

"How did you feel when you first discovered that your colleague was doing something evil?"

Zelin shrugged. "When I first joined, I was told that we are not a great organization. As long as there are people, there will be different thoughts. There is no need to feel distressed by one or two people who are different from this, or doubt their own behavior. I will stay away from them, and if I have to fight, I will not be merciful. Ezio, what do you think your creed is?"

Ezio shook his head. "This is exactly why I came to Constantinople to find the keys to Masyaf's library. I hope to find enlightenment in the library of Master Altaïr. Revenge, when I become an assassin Later, the only thing that drove me forward was revenge. Father, brother, and uncle. Two years ago, Caesar Pogia captured Claudia before he died. God bless me, I didn’t lose her. I finally found her in Spain. Caesar, kill him and rescue Claudia. I have completed my revenge, I... It's a bit strange. I fought the Templars in the past because I had my reasons. Now I have my vengeance. What is the reason for the Templars to fight? Is it just a responsibility?"

Ezio didn't hide himself in front of his friends, whether it was sad or confused. He has never tried to play himself as a perfect person.

"I think maybe this is why you can have a creed, and I'm just a wandering hunter." Zelin held the fork and poked the macaroni in the bowl. "I don't want to think about this, you said, when we first met in Monteriggioni, why did I choose to help you deal with the Poggia family?"

"Because of commission?"

With that, Ezio and Zelin chuckled together.

After all, Zelin really didn't take much reward in the end, even though he had been saying at that time that he had to be paid for everything.

"I don’t like what the Templars did, so I’m going to help you. I don’t like seeing wives and wives, the tragedy of family destruction, I’ve seen too many tragedies, and I’m tired of it. You have to say why I am To do this, I hate what the Knights Templar do, that's it."