The Journey of the Demon Hunter

If the Templars were to counterattack with the assistance of the city’s Ottoman guards, the unsuspecting Brotherhood would probably suffer heavy losses in this attack.

"If His Royal Highness Ahmed ordered the Ottoman guards to attack the assassins' stronghold in Constantinople while searching for the traitors..." Suleiman's words paused, and he suddenly realized that in name, the crown prince More qualified to mobilize the city guard than a grandson of a sultan. "Someone will help you, Mr. Ezio, please invite Your Excellency Tariq over. I'm not worried about this matter to others."

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More than ten kilometers away from Topkapi Palace, a light carriage was rushing forward under the urging of the coachman, and the dust raised left a long line behind.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing Manuel's well-maintained face.

"Slow down!" He greeted the coachman in front of him. His attention was always on the back. The road outside Constantinople was winding and winding up and down on the hillside, his sight was limited. See the corner at the end. The speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. In fact, it had to slow down. There was a narrow mountain road ahead. If it rushed down at this speed, one inadvertently might roll down the cliff with a person and a carriage. The coachman breathed a sigh of relief, and if his master ordered him to continue to speed up, he would do the same even on the mountain road, but he didn't want to be buried with the man in the carriage at all. It's one thing to sell one's life to make money, but another thing to kill one's life.

Manuel obviously didn't notice how much activity in the coachman's heart was caused by his words, and his eyes were fixed on the road behind. It didn't take long for a dust to appear on the road behind, and seven riders appeared in the dust among the bushes on their horses. Manuel's face became a little nervous, and then he relaxed a lot, because he could see the look of the visitor clearly. Sakuru and his warriors are rushing.

"Stop, stop!"

The coachman hurriedly tightened the reins, and with a neighing sound, the carriage gradually came to a halt. Manuel leaned against the window of the carriage, looking at Sakuru who had caught up. "How about, is anyone following?"

It’s an adventure for him to come to Constantinople, but if he doesn’t want to be a mere snatch, but is content to control one or two villages and abandoned castles in the mountains, he must have better weapons and more. Muskets come to arm the army, otherwise how could he be willing to believe in Tariq, the leader of the Sudanese pro-army. If it weren’t for everyone’s knowledge, Tariq would be more optimistic about Prince Selim’s accession to the throne, and when Prince Selim went to war with the Sultan outside the city because of the crown prince, the Sudanese soldiers did not choose to help the Sultan Bayezet but chose to be neutral. Otherwise, In any case, it is impossible for him to have any contact with the pro-military commander.

"Assassins, there are two, but they gave up when they traced to the first village outside the city." Sakuru took off the turban covering half of his face, and the scar across his eyes made any expression on his face appear. Abnormally ferocious. "It's just a group of mobs who only hide in the dark. The blood of the Pariologs family would actually be afraid of them? How brave Constantine XIV fought against the Ottomans."

A trace of disgust flashed in Manuel's eyes, and compared with his uncle who was martyred in battle, he did appear cowardly and timid. But he needs Sakuru, to be precise, the city controlled by Sakuru and his soldiers. "It's just that you haven't seen the cruel side of these assassins. They may emerge from the dark at any time. Also, I have been preparing for this plan for so long. I will never allow it because of one or two assassins. Leakage leads to failure."

Sure enough, he was tracked, but the assassins could not really chase him, they would only find that they were chasing a truck carrying a pile of straw.

"The two tracked assassins have already taken refuge in that filthy city, and those cowards dare not approach us at all, otherwise I would be happy to bring two heads of war spoils when I go back." Sakuru He patted the scimitar hung around his waist. "It wants to taste the blood."

Manuel pursed his lips, not wanting to continue talking with such a brutal bandit. He stretched out his head and yelled to the coachman in front of him, "Go, let's turn back and go to the dock."

The coachman accurately controlled the two bay red horses pulling the cart, and after turning in a circle in the smallest arc, they galloped towards the sea.

By the sea, a dhow has been docked not far from the beach on the shore. The so-called wharf is actually a gentle beach that the Templars found, hidden among the rocks like an arch. Sailboats with a deep draft cannot get close to the shallows, and can only dock on the sea about a hundred meters away. The setting sun stretches the shadow of the ship very long on the sea. A wooden boat was waiting on the beach, and there were two Byzantine soldiers at the same time.

The carriage stopped on the mountain road, and Manuel walked to the canoe accompanied by the rider.

"You, take this." Manuel took out a rolled paper from his arms as he walked. "Wait until tomorrow, and then give this map to Tariq." A Templar took the map and carefully hid it in his arms. "Remember, you have to hand over the map to Tariq. You can't give it to anyone else. If someone wants to **** it, you should burn the map immediately. This shows the location of Cadopacia. Those who deserve to get it. And, don’t let anyone know that our secret stronghold outside Constantinople is our eyes in this city."

The Templar saluted Manuel, indicating that he understood the importance of the task. Manuel sighed lightly, seeming to be happy to complete such a major project, and he looked at Sakuru who followed behind him. "In Constantinople, how is the plan of our allies going? This assassin organization has brought us too much trouble. In the past few months, Masyaf fell, dozens of Templars and local The captains were all killed, and we also lost the book of the Secret Crusade that hides the key to Masyaf’s library. When I regain the throne of the empire and put on the purple robe, I will never allow my empire to have Such a dangerous gangster."

"That guy should start acting in a week." Sakuru snorted. "Use a group of soldiers to catch a few mice? Ask me to say that those people in Masyaf are **** and can be killed by an assassin. They are all blind and deaf!"

Manuel immediately regretted talking to this arrogant man, and the rare good mood was gone. He muttered, and walked towards the canoe docked on the beach.

"Look, that is Manuel?" At a distance of about fifty meters from them, Degan was lying on the rocks in a dark brown robe, staring at the beach with only two eyes. There was another man beside him, who also showed only the eyes pecked by the hooded bird. Those bright eyes belonged only to Yousef.

"Yes, it's him," Yusuf whispered. "How did this fellow Zelin hear that there was no one living in the first wagon that left? Ha, it's really reliable."

"Maybe this is the Master Assassin. Boss Yousef, shall we do it?"

"No, let him go. This old fox can't run away. We have to fish out their stronghold outside Constantinople to monitor us so that they can't know what will happen in the city. We have to goug their eyes!"

Thousandth Chapter 1294: Shooting People First Shooting Horses

That afternoon, Ahmed walked out of the Topkapi Palace garden where Suleyman lived with a satisfied look. His nephew trusted him deeper than expected, and after only a few hours of thinking about it, he agreed to support him in mobilizing the Ottoman guards in Constantinople. Suleiman was not too close to him in the past. During the year he left on the pilgrimage, he thought that the power struggle between himself and his brother Prince Selim would lead to Suleiman’s hostility, but now it seems that Sulei Man's character allows his plan to proceed smoothly.

The brisk mood made Ahmed quicken his pace. Originally this morning, Suleiman’s tone of rejection had made Ahmed not hopeful. He was ready, regardless of whether Suleiman would give it on time in the afternoon. He replied that he must start to act and mobilize all the forces he can use. He cannot mobilize the army, but he can let more Templars and Byzantine mercenaries enter the city. When the crown prince’s power is sufficient for the Byzantines to attack the assassins, Keep the Ottoman guards neutral, and even order them to protect the prince when the assassins fight back.

In the end, who knows, he had already planned everything, and Sulaiman actually agreed to his request.

The servants of Topkapi Palace bowed their heads when they saw the prince coming. Whether Prince Selim is more powerful outside the palace or Prince Ahmed is more powerful inside the palace, they are just servants.

"His Royal Highness."

Near the palace, a man dressed in the uniform of a Sudanese soldier saw Ahmed appeared and immediately greeted him. He performed a substandard court etiquette to Ahmed. This is not what the Sudanese soldiers should do, but if you can pass his mask, you can see that the face under the mask is not the appearance of the Ottomans recruited only by the Sudanese soldiers, but a standard Greek face. This is the liaison between Ahmed and the Templars, and Tianos from the Balkans "can he act on earth? Suleiman agrees or disagrees?"

"Suleiman agreed." Ahmed put his hands behind him, and he straightened his chest, but the Templar in front of him just looked at him with questioning eyes, and there was no familiar compliment, which made His Royal Highness annoyed. . He pursed his mouth and walked past Tianos towards the palace. "Tianos, you don't need to worry about what Suleiman will do. He is still young, just a child who is over twenty years old. He has supported me in mobilizing Ottoman guards to hunt down those Xiaoxiao who spread rumors. I Open the drain where they are hiding, throw a torch into it, and then block the exit, listening to how this group of mice was burned to death in their nest."

His name is to search for people who spread rumors, but it is estimated that only Ahmed knows who is who spread rumors. The Ottoman guard would not question his orders just because the attacker was wearing a strange white robe. He said that the assassins were rumors spreaders, so they are!

"His Royal Highness, do you remember the purpose of our Templars?"

"Of course, I have long hated these conspiracies that turned father and son against each other, and brothers crippled each other." Ahmed touched his chest with one hand and talked. "To achieve true peace, there must be someone to unify the will of mankind. , And to achieve this goal, you must master the secrets of the Masyaf Library and the Golden Apple. Don’t worry, I’m sure that the remaining four keys of the library have been found by the assassin, the group of wastes under Manuel, one I can’t find the key. I found the key under Topkapi Palace. That’s good, it saves us the effort to find the key. Fortunately, he is a descendant of the Pariologs family and does everything. Not good."

"We are ready, Your Royal Highness."

"Take this and go to the contact point outside the city." Ahmed took out a rolled paper. "Tell them to get the soldiers outside the city ready, and the guards at the south gate will open the gate for them. Wait, let me think about it." The crown prince stroked his chin, lowered his eyes and stared at the letter paper in his hand. . "When will Tariq's weapons-carrying ship leave?"

He can rely on the mercenaries outside the city and the Ottoman guards who support him to seize control of the city in a true sense. But this is bound to cause a backlash from the assassins, and even make the Sudanese soldiers suspect him. At this time, he needs Manuel's soldiers to stabilize the situation. As for the promise to allow Manuel II to rebuild the Roman Empire and regain the throne.

Rome is dead, and a dead man is suitable to wear the crown of a ruined empire.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Let them enter the city tomorrow evening."

The Templars took Ahmed's letter paper, which was written with the order from the crown prince, and his personal seal. This paper could open any door in Constantinople. "Afternoon? What if those guards don't allow Manuel's Byzantine mercenaries to enter?"

Ahmed saw the Greeks’ worries. The city had expelled the Byzantines for too long. At least before the Sultan of Bayezett and Prince Selim, the sultan’s control over the city allowed any Byzantine to fight. It is difficult for the Templars to expand their strength openly, let alone occupy the city in secret.

But times have changed.

Ahmed is the crown prince and the nominally highest manager of the city after the departure of the sultan.

"Don't worry, this was formulated by Suleiman and I together. To catch the rumors spreaders, we have to do it during the day. Not only will those city guards not stop them, but as long as the assassins fight back, I can rebel. The charge ordered the guards to kill all of them. All you have to do is to attack the **** rat dens directly after entering the city, don't give them any chance, absolutely can't let them escape!"

The Greeks did not speak any more. He took Ahmed's letter of order and quickly left the palace.

On the road, people evaded one after another. The Sudanese pro-army were known for their privileges and harshness, and neither the Ottomans nor the Byzantines would be willing to provoke them. This suit can flow unimpeded in Topkapi Palace, but it is obviously impossible to avoid other eyes in the city. So the Templar walked into an alley. To communicate with the mercenaries outside the city, you must avoid these eyes, otherwise once it is discovered that Ahmed is connected with the Byzantine rebels, the identity of the crown prince cannot prevent him from and He was hanged on the gallows as a common crime of treason, especially when it was unclear who would inherit the Sudan.

More importantly, a Sudanese soldier coming out of Topkapi Palace will definitely attract the attention of the assassin, and he must avoid the eyes of the Brotherhood. So he needs to change into clothes that are not so conspicuous.

It didn't take long for the figure to walk out of the alley again. He straightened his tight neckline, took out the letter paper that Ahmed had given him from his pocket, and scanned it twice, as if he was sure that the letter paper was still on his body, and then he went down the street to the stables to look for one. Horses.

In the evening, before the afterglow of the sun disappeared, the rider rode his horse against the crowd entering the city and headed towards the assembly point of Byzantine mercenaries outside the city.

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