The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I don't know." Ezio shook his head, he said. "In this way, we will act separately. You go to the stairs outside the Byzantine camp and pay attention to whether they have other major actions. I will go to Dilara's foothold to check the situation. After I confirm the situation, I will rush to meet you immediately. "

"I understand."

Zelin nodded. If Dilara is really caught, going directly to their hinterland is the best decision. It is the time when their internal defenses are most empty to catch the spy. At this time, there may be some accidental discovery, maybe, still They can take advantage of the opportunity to attack and rescue those caught while they are celebrating the capture of the spy. Even if it wasn't because Dilara was caught, they wouldn't have suffered any loss. The demon hunter will decide what to do according to changes in the situation, even if it turns out that it is just a celebration by the Byzantines, it will not affect anything.

The hustle and bustle in the city continued. Zelin didn't know what the Byzantines were doing. It sounded like they were doing some celebration. They attracted a lot of attention, and even the guards at the nearby guards stood on tiptoes to see what happened. This, on the contrary, brought convenience to the demon hunters. Most people's attention was attracted by the celebrating Byzantine soldiers. No one noticed the man who went straight to the west stairs of the city after leaving the crowd.

By the side of the stairs, two soldiers were leaning against a wooden crate piled with debris, leaning on their spears and dozing off. The demon hunter stepped lightly and carefully walked past them. He raised his head and noticed that a row of scaffolding was fixed just above the stairs. There were still unfinished hanging street lights beside the scaffolding, but there were no workers on it. Zelin looked around, found a place where he could climb, and climbed up in a few clicks.

Because of its location underground, oil lamps can be hung everywhere in the city, and the place where the Byzantine soldiers gather is no exception. Again, this just allows Zelin to bypass their tightly guarded passage from above. The stairs are brightly lit by lights, but the upper part is mottled with shadows. The demon hunters can be sure that the people who designed these street light tags absolutely don't know the assassins. The two patrolling soldiers walked through the passage below without noticing the demon hunter who was squatting on it. Without paying attention, few people can notice something on the top of their heads.

After Zelin stepped on the protruding wooden slats fixed on the rock wall and passed through the long and narrow corridor, before he went around the corner and saw the appearance behind him clearly, a familiar voice came into his ears. .

"How long will it take us to train these spearmen?"

This voice was Manuel II, and his body-like voice made Zelin unforgettable for the time being, and the cold voice that answered him, you don't need to think it was Saruman.

"One month." Sakuru's answer was brief and concise.

Behind the corner, beside a row of makeshift wooden houses in the deepest part, Manuel was talking with Sakuru, whom he could call a general, and Manuel had brought him from Constantinople in his hand. His musket, subconsciously revealing cherish and love in his eyes. This is his strongest weapon, the backing of his armed forces to seize Constantinople.

"Then hurry up, the Sudanese soldiers should have discovered that we have betrayed them. I want these soldiers to become combat effective as soon as possible...Well! What is this smell?" Manuel slurped a few mouthfuls as if he had eaten a fly." Why is it so smelly? Is the vent broken?"

With that, Manuel took out his perfumed handkerchief, covered his nose, frowned and looked around.

"We caught a group of spies sent by the Sultan not long ago? They were too weak to hold on." Sakuru's face was blocked by a cold mask. Not far from him, five corpses were piled together, and the stench had begun to emanate in this slightly sultry cavern.

"Sakuru, you are also a little more restrained. I know that Sudan has shamed your people, but you should not treat people who have been trampled under your feet like this." Manuel frowned and looked at the people behind Sakuru. The corpses piled, shook his head, turned and left, as if he didn't want to stay longer for a second. In response to Manuel's persuasion, Sakuru snorted disdainfully at his leaving back, and then walked to the other side of his own accord.

Zelin watched the soldiers who had removed the body from the prison. When they had finished the removal, a soldier locked the wooden door.

"Hey, wait, Nikolai, don't lock the door first. We caught a spy. After we lock her in for a while, I will lock it." A soldier reminded.

"A spy caught again?"

"This time dressed as a lowly prostitute, no one in Sudan can send it over."

"Well, leave it to you, I'll go to the market."

The soldier shook the key in his hand and put it in a small cloth bag around his waist. "Don't forget to throw the body in the garbage dump to the west."

Looking at the soldier who was carrying the corpse, and then at Nikolai with the key, Zelin turned around and followed in the direction of the bazaar.

Chapter 1307 Trainee Thief

The market is the busiest place in the city.

Compared with the markets in other places, the markets here are more compact and exquisite, but when so many commodities are crowded together, it gives the illusion of rich products. The stalls almost blocked the entire street. People took goods, food, fabrics, daily necessities, wooden pots and chairs out of the house and placed them on woven bags spread on the ground. The smell of leather and the fishy smell of fresh fish are particularly strong here, making Zelin seem to think that he is in a noisy fish market.

"Quick! Hit him! Hit him back!"

"Slap on the bridge of his nose! Hit the bridge of his nose!"

"Are you going to do just these two things?! Kick him! Kick him!"

The cause was just that a man was drunk. Perhaps the cold water mixed with beer made him linger, so he staggered for two steps and threw himself on the table. It's a pity that he threw the wrong table, so the original owner of this table, after putting down the beer glass he had just drunk in his hand, was very dissatisfied with what the drunk was doing. Soon, this evolved into a standard bar fight. Nearby guests and pedestrians passing by joined the onlookers to find some fun in their boring life. A thin old woman raised her head and glanced at the farce not far away, then lowered her head to continue cleaning the vomit on the table, the wrinkles on her face seemed to tighten.

"Don't be merciful, kick his egg!"

"Slap him in the eye, don't be so wasteful!"

This is probably a rare project for Byzantine soldiers to have fun with the people. Nicholas waved his fists and stood in the crowd cheering on two drunks who were fighting each other. It seems that what they watch is not a bar fight, but a marvelous gladiatorial match, and the fighting event always makes boring people feel excited, just like Zelin used to earn people's cheers and bonuses in boxing matches.

At this time, a smart, clever, and active thief knows what to do, and this thief who knows to seize the opportunity knows how to protect his life when his life is threatened.

"Listen, boy, I usually don't use the blood from the thief's neck to clean the sword. I am a tolerant person, so if it is not necessary, I will try not to do it. Don't worry about whether your body will appear tomorrow. In the garbage dump." Zelin pressed one hand on the shoulder of a thin, brown-skinned youth who should be 19 years old. The demon hunter's eyes were fixed on these clear black pupils, but he would not be deceived by the surface. , Especially after being almost touched the small cloth bag around the waist by the hand that came out of the crowd. Zelin glanced at the cloth bag just recovered in his left hand, which contained two bottles of Patricia's potion. "So I'm going to give you a chance instead of cutting off your two fingers."

The thief's head nodded like a rattle.

"Did you see that guy in dog skin?"

The thief nodded again.

"Steal the bag from his left waist, and we will divide the money in half."

I was worried that his head would sway on its own.

"If you are found, try to run to a place with few people." Finally, Ze Lin added. "Then just run, and you don't care about the rest."

There was another rattle.

Zelin patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go."

He stared at the figure of the thief. Because of malnutrition, he appeared very thin. This made him feel like a fish in the crowd. He saw the thief disappear into the crowd. After a few seconds, a black hand stretched out from the gap in the crowd. Nikolai's wallet with the keys was removed lightly. The thief in the crowd seemed to hesitate, but due to the pressure that Zelin had put on him before, he still cleverly brought the wallet.

Zelin took the wallet, pulled the string away, and at a glance saw the key hidden under a dozen coins. He took out the key and threw the money bag to the thief "You can go now."

The thief didn't see how much money was in it. He caught the thrown wallet and immediately slipped away. He didn't even have time to see how much money was in it. After running two steps, he didn't forget to look back and see if Zelin followed. The fight was divided, and a drunkard was punched **** the bridge of the nose, and he fell backward, his four limbs were paralyzed, and his nosebleeds flowed to the ground. The winner raised his hands, and a burst of cheers erupted from the crowd, as if celebrating a champion, almost suppressing the wailing in the crowd that he found himself losing his wallet. But Zelin has already walked away. He won't stay where he is after he succeeds. Although it's not something he's going to steal. Swinging a sword is his specialty, but stealing him may not be as good as an ordinary pickpocket.

Suddenly, one hand patted Zelin from behind.

"I thought you were still waiting for me where you said you were good, you don't have to scare that kid."

"The situation has changed, Ezio, and I am saving him." Zelin glanced at the direction of the tavern, and the soldier was yelling that his wallet was missing. What would happen if ordinary people steal the magic potion of the demon hunter and drink it, I am afraid that there is no need for any argument. "What the **** is going on?"

Assassins are always fascinating. Sometimes Zelin doesn’t know how his whereabouts were noticed. He doesn’t think he can leave any footprints on such a hard road, or what is different in dressing from others, but Ai Gio's ability to find people made the demon hunter unwilling to bow down---he had to pay attention to the clues to follow the traces to find the target.

Ezio didn't delve into the meaning of Zelin's words: "Dilara has been captured. This Sakuru is a dangerous enemy."

As Zelin had previously expected, these Byzantines would be very happy to let everyone know that they defeated Osman again.

"The soldier with the key in his hand is at the market. Did you see the suspicious target? We are going to rescue Dilara and her colleagues." Ezio stared at the soldier who accused the people nearby as thieves, no Few people looked at him with the eyes of a madman. "I used to study in Florence... the technique of how to borrow money from people on the street."

"Then you don't need to owe debts today. The suspicious target is here." Zelin stopped and took out the key from his arms. "I just found it. I was still thinking before, is it Dilara? Not everyone is lucky enough to be a prisoner. I think the Byzantines are going to make a public display?"

"You already got it? Very good." Ezio put the key in his pocket, and they walked towards the prison together. "Yes, the Byzantines intend to execute public executions, and the place is in the church square of this city. Come on. Sakuru will attend in person. This is a good opportunity."

"A chance to end?"

"Yes, we don't have to wait until Tariq's army rushes over to do it, it's now."

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